Personal Narrative: Origami

I will start with the first question. I think origami has not affected me yet. When I folded origami designs, it did not change, help, or affect me. I have done it a few times last year with my friend because she had a book about it, but I just made a few designs, I was not very good at it, and I didn’t really think about it other than entertainment.

I was six years old when I first started to read unlike my other siblings who read a little quicker than me, but my mom told me it was because I spent so much time in the hospital because of my asthma. So I stared at the eight oak chairs which were so much bigger than me and a very long table. As the tablecloth was brown with leaves and gold yellow braiding. Yellow was my favorite color so that's why I remembered that small detail. As wooden place mats laid very flat and shiny I was trying hard to read "it's an emergency", but my mind was wandering off to the half size China cabinet filled with every type of stuffed animal, all in

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

My evidence to why I think this book was hard to write is that he had to put the book back and forth from the characters talking to the origami or when the origami is talking to other origami characters. When I said that it looked like the author took his time to write was that he had perfect grammar when the humans were speaking, but when the origami

This little scene was written as a response to a fanfic meme where NN wished for a scene with the Master, River Song and spanking and FF River Song and something kinky. In effect this is a missing scene from Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life and follows directly after the second chapter, Mid-Term. However, you don’t have to read the fic, just keep in mind that the Master has just told River that if she slaps him one more time she will get a good spanking. Guess what her response to that is?

I was born on a late August’s night, in Longview, WA, at St. John’s hospital. While time rushed by for everyone, for my parents it was almost as if time stood still as they gazed down at their baby girl. They named that beautiful baby girl, Averi M. Klein. As a little girl, I loved the color pink and like to dress up in frilly dresses. My playmates were the boys that lived next door and we would go out into the little wooded area behind our home and play.

There were many emotions that I experienced throughout the time that I had the baby. One among many was not anger but almost a despise of the fake baby. I did not think that taking the baby would be really as bad as it was, this being in the way that I was so strung out over this tiny machine making noise and others making a big deal out of it just adding to the stress. Also there were several points in this time that between my tiredness and my anger I was having mental collapses, crying, panicking, anxiety, these were things like me waiting for the baby to cry and then when it wouldn stop I would have to hold myself back or I felt like I was about to snap.

As I am riding in my husbands 2008 chevy cobalt I realize, this is exactly how I envisioned the perfect day. A soft gentle breeze wafting the sweet scent of jasmine over me, the sun radiating against my skin. The sky is clear as cleaned crystal and bubblegum blue. I settle back on the warm leather seat of the car and embrace the feeling. I am totally immersed.

As I walked into Hall D of the Kentucky International Convention Center, I noticed half of my team sitting on the green and blue carpet with yellow streaks. I joyfully skipped over to Lexi, my strong back spot, sat down, and started to tie the long, rough-looking white laces of my off-white Tumblina cheer shoes. All around me, I heard murmurs; cheer counts from one to eight, laughing moms and daughters, gossip behind me, and coaches trying to perfect their teams routine before hitting the big mat. I could smell the strong scent of hairspray, hot food right from the restaurant nearby, and the disgusting smell of spray glitter all around me.

When I entered kindergarten my reading journey began. I was introduced to the alphabet and three-letter sight words. Then in first grade my teacher would sit down with a

I would consider the earliest memory of how I learned to read and write to be around the age of seven years old. At the time I was in the second grade of elementary school. My teacher,Ms. Hankins, who I’m still in contact with helped me comprehend basic words and structures of sentences. As a class we would read and analyze E. B. White’s Charlotte’s web outside the classroom in the halls with another classroom. We would have competitions to see which clas sknew more vocabulary. I would always be fascinated by how words defined more words. This led me to understand how meaningful words are as an element of writing. Ms. Hankins would always point out the illustrations and how they would resemble what was being read. Because of this, when checking in and out books from the library, I would always choose a book that had some sort of illustration on the

It also acknowledges the content description as children use origami skills to fold their two-dimensional nets into three dimensional objects, such as prisms and pyramids. Thinking about 3D shapes through nets can be very beneficial to understanding the representation of shapes in multiple forms (Tartre, 1990). They help students to conceptualise surface area, the logistics of volume and side lengths through special visualisation. Before the construction of the 3D shapes, while children are in the decorating stage, I will prompt thinking by asking how many sides their shape will have when it’s completed or what side of the net do they think will be the base. One key problem with the worksheet selected, is that it names the 3D shape that will be created from the net. I will remove this because I think it is essential for students to be able to recognise and correctly identify the shape for themselves as this is something they are asked to do in most standardised maths tests. This idea is supported by the NSW Department of Education as they recognise students must have the ability to “perceive and hold an appropriate mental image of an object”. In order to further support the development of modelling 3D shapes, I will implement another creative activity where students can

I want this rank because I have played OPCraft for quite a few years now. Though, I was recently blacklisted even though this was my favorite server, and recently I was un-blacklisted, and while I was staff I had fun, I had memories, and most of all; I helped the server. I helped any player that needed assistance, I did everything I could.to help those players. I want to repeat that, because it made the game of minecraft, more interesting as I was slowly, but greatly losing interest in the game. And again, I went through some tough stuff in life, and it lead to depression, and anxiety. I had lots of things that were really hard, and hit me pretty badly that the game of minecraft, and especially the network of OPCraft

I can remember that the first time I tried to write I was very little and desperately trying to be just like my dad. My dad has always run his company from home so before the age of being able to go to preschool he would watch me in his “office” out of our house. I had a small little tikes table, lots of crayons, and what seems like an endless amount of paper because my mom worked for a book publishing company and they always had rejects they were handing out. Some of the paper would have words typed on the top of the page and I remember trying to make the same shapes as the letters were. At this time I don't think I knew really what the point of letters were or words for that matter, but I thought I was really cool copying the pictures.

With the darkness of evening now in place, the illumination of the many candles that adorn my bedside table renders the need for electricity as obsolete. I will soon surround myself with covers of rich hues and music boasting a classical genre. This peaceful surrender to the brightness of the day serves as a prelude to the slumber that will soon arrive. So, I wish everyone a night filled with the sweetest of dreams and a Monday morning that dawns full of hope and eagerness for the week ahead!