I was born in the Dominican Republic my parents named me Maria Esther, with many associate to be spanish but the true is originated from Hebrew. I'm 22 years old and too mature for my age. I'm the older of five kids, between my baby sister are 7 years apart, with made me to be responsible and not able to feel classes or choose to do wild and crazy things . growing up my family movie five time alway in urban area. My siblings and I grow up with many friends in different places. My sister and I attend private school until our 8 and 7 years old we started at the age of 2. I grow up in a catholic family, but I always was to curious at early age I started studying others religion what lead me to change my religion domination. My skin color is light brown. When people see me for
Have you ever loved one thing so much that you just can’t stop thinking about it? Well, running was that “thing” for 16-year-old track star Jessica Carlisle. She lived, breathed, and ate running every single day up until the accident. When her track team’s bus is coming home from their meet, they collide with another vehicle that is going the opposite way. One of their teammates’ dies and Jessica ends up losing her leg.
Mia woke up to the smell of burning tires and gas, lying on the firm, rocky ground surrounded by leaves and debris. She had no idea where she was and how she got there. Confused. she started to stand up when she felt a blistering pain shoot up her left leg. She fell on the ground in an immense amount of pain as she realized she was seriously injured. She proceeded to sit up to examine her injury when she saw the car. She crawled towards the smashed car despite the pain in her leg. She had realized what had happened to her and her family, but she had not realized the major change that was about to happen in her life.
I can still recall that day and its scent; the scent of freshly sharpened wooden pencils, disinfectant, old paper, and dust. The busy hustle and bustle of the halls of chattering kids walking to class and teachers shouting in different directions. All of this appeared to me highly surreal; I might have been there physically, but I was not entirely there psychologically. To me, it was all a moving picture in mute. I could see, feel, smell, and taste, but I could not listen. I was only able to perceive gabble, meaningless sounds that were meant to be words, but, unfortunately, did not make any sense.
“ I'm gonna get want I want, like a witch getting more human for human soup, Wait i'm not a witch, just a beast,” evilly stated the man dressed in black from head to toe. The creepy man weirdly crept through the home, It seemed like the man knew this house, he would even know his way through if the house was upside down. He snatched something under the cookie pot, it was small, circular and he slid in on his ring finger. He crept through out the house for like an hour or so. When he went into Mia’s room, He swung a chair into the window. Aria runs in the room and he grabs a hammer out of his pocket beating Aria, Aria passed out on the floor. He chucked Mia out the window into the ice filled snow. She was screaming in terror while he beat her till she became quiet.
After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.
She’s only 7 years old, unaware but frightened. It’s a challenging time for being a Syrian. Fleeing her home because of the war. Her family and her, were one of the few lucky. Being able to escape in an airplane was a luxury, even for them. As she stared down the window, witnessing the violence; fires rising
We need a house/pet sitter when our daughter has her baby The due date is 23 May. Since we don't know the exact date or time, we would need some one to stay, at our house and care for the pets (1 cat & 1 small dog), on short notice. Anyone interested can contact Barbara, at 520-906-6731.
Today when I went to P.E, the coach said that I will be doing a floor routine, so I practiced and practiced and could not get it. Later that day, at school, Hailey was walking through the hallways with her best friend Monica(12). “Hi Hailey how was your weekend?” said, Monica. “It was good and yours?”. During class, A’lisha and her friends was talking about gymnastics. Hailey was thinking about how she could not land her floor routine. Later, when class was about to start Hailey and Monica was talking to the coach for a moment and Hailey ask coach can she help her practice and he said “yes” and they went to class. After class ended, Hailey went to go practice, but still could not do it and she tried harder every time. Later at home, Hailey asked her parents may they please take her to the gym? they said later. So
She was a rich girl, Jane, who had everything she ever wanted until that day...she did not understand what was happening at the time, but now--her parents were going to divorce. Soon, her mom got legal custody of her. It was about one o’clock in the morning ,three months from the divorce, and her mom was taking her to live with her grandpa because she was detected with leukemia and her father had passed away due to war. Jane had not known her grandpa, she had only met him once as a baby. Because she so young at an age of eight had not really met her grandpa, she felt very timid and afraid, alone . When Jane arrives at her grandpa's house she looks around and looks puzzled when she sees a beautiful elegant staircase, a t.v. that appears to
The first time I heard the name Sarah Lawrence was from the mouth of actor Larry Miller, playing Walter Stratford in one of my favorite movies, 10 Things I Hate About You, an adaptation of Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew. The film has a hilarious script with ingenious lines, both original and borrowed from Shakespeare himself. One of my personal favorites is, “I don't like to do what people expect. Why should I live up to other people's expectations instead of my own?” I am a firm believer in being unpredictable and following my own dreams. Sarah Lawrence College is the perfect place to learn to live up to my own expectations.
On June 23rd of the year 2007, I was patiently waiting for the birth of my second cousin. Her parents named her Heaven Lee Sue, she was a beautiful browned-eyed baby with a small amount of brunette hair. She was the most perfect newborn that I had ever laid my eyes on. What my family didn’t know is what all would be taking place within the next twelve months.
I am not a repressed housewife. I am not a sweet dormouse that fears making waves. I am a millennial, and I am loud. I am a person who believes in America, and its policy of justice for all. Feminism is a huge aspect of our society. It's hard to scroll through social media without seeing a post about infringement on women's rights. I've never considered myself to be a feminist, and I still don't. However, one incident changed the way that I looked at the world, and how safe I felt within it. This incident showed me who I want to be in the world. My mom and I had just stopped at a Hardee's not too far from my small hometown. We were returning from a college tour downstate, and were starving by the time we reached Manistique. We could smell