Before I was born, my parents used to call me goblin. This was because I ended up being born around an hour after Halloween night, and at the time i was expected to be born right on Halloween. Since then it has been 14 years and I am now a freshman at Turpin high school. I have an awesome family that consists of four people. It’s me, my younger brother Michael, and my parents. Michael is an eighth grader at Nagel, and just recently turned 13. My parents work together in their own company where they recruit people for jobs. Also, the two families (the Kotts & Meeks) that live on either side of my house are pretty much like my second family. I am closest with Elizabeth, who is 17, and Sara who is 16. I love to go on different
The Constant Battle of Who I’m Told to Be & Who I Had to Convince Myself I Was
In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.
I have been a troupe 1224 member of Estancia Drama since my sophomore year of high school. As a child, I took daring acting and modeling classes. My parents had difficulty taking me to them because I hated being on stage. I felt uncomfortable and afraid of everyone judging me. As I grew up, I kept the same attitude towards the arts while my oldest brothers continued to act. They came home late from rehearsals with tired and committed faces. I never bothered to ask what rehearsals were and what they did, but when my family and I went to see them perform, their time to the program showed off. It was not my intention to take Beginning Drama my freshman year, but I was not going to pass up such a huge opportunity. As a senior, I have been in seven shows. In five of them, I was an actress and in two, I was behind the scenes working on lights and sound. The process of putting on a show has taught me more than any other extracurricular possibly can. We learn how to work with each other, a group ranging from twenty to forty students. For every show, we work fifteen hours or more a week on different
My conformed profile is ISTP; which means that in both work and school I'm a person who's difficult to get to know well, due to the 'walls' that I used to circle myself with; keeping my time and energy out of everyone's hand, which causes me to be prejudged by others, most of times, before they get to know me better, in both of work and school, people think that I'm not interested in their life or in their talks, which is a totally true, but absolutely not out of disrespect, simply because I can't force myself to care, and I am not that good with pretending to want to hear everyone's story and what did they have for breakfast. The more people around me, the more powerless I become, and to be fair; I don't put all of the people that I know on
My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.
“I don’t get it,” stated the wide-eyed seven-year-old standing in front me, clearly distressed far beyond her years. She turns to her mother, who desperately tries to reassure her, but time is running out. Her s’more is about to be cooked. Inside I’m panicking: partially because I’ve almost brought a sweet child to tears, but also because a learning opportunity is about to be wasted.
When I was in third grade my teacher assigned us to write a book titled “All About Me” and just about every word was spelled incorrectly. I remember my teacher reading it and asking what word I was trying to spell out and I got upset. I felt like I could not spell anything I was trying to write, put things into the right words, or into the correct order. However, in seventh grade my writing changed when my English teacher assigned us a paper to write about a book the class was assigned to read. My writing had improved, but still had its problems. My English teacher always told me that there is no such thing as a perfect paper. After he read my rough draft, he handed it back to me and there were red marks all over it, so I went home and fixed
When I was in the fourth grade I could not go anywhere in my classroom and beyond without seeing it. The green book.So now curiosity peaked at the sheer number of students who constantly grasped it in their hands I decided to find out its name, and after stealthy glances at my peers I discovered it was called Diary of a Whimpy kid: the last straw. Now with the information I soon asked my parents for the book and eventually I myself was the owner of the green book. Now with the chance to discover what had enraptured the attention of so many of my peers I eagerly consumed the book and found myself craving more of the story. I soon attained the remaining books and devoured them in a quite greedy manner. But once I ran out of my hunger began to
I didn’t want Phoebe’s blue rain jacket to get wet so I decided it was time to go home. We hurried to the closest telephone we could find so I could call a taxi. After I had called the damn taxi company, they said it would take some time for the taxi to arrive. During the thirty minute period of impatience, Ol’ Phoebe began to ask me about what will happen when I go home and my parents see that I’m not at that goddamn school full of phonies. I replied to her, “ I actually don’t know. I mean I would like to stay with you guys, you know how our parents are.” Suddenly during our wait, the big ol’ yellow taxi pulled up right in front of us as I was about to light up a cigarette. Phoebe then gave me a stink eye and I decided for her sake to throw
Somehow, I’ve carved out a pretty nice life for myself. Like my wife Maria, she has never needed to work a day in her life, but she still manages to be the superhero that makes all the other soccer moms weep in envy. And our princess, Bella, did I tell you she is only a few days away from earning her master’s? She has grown into quite the young woman. On the other hand, Jack Junior seems to struggling in his math class. He’s only seven, so I think his teachers are overreacting. And besides, I was the same way and I managed to land a family of four with two cars in the garage of our two story townhouse (all ours, by the way). And as for me, I pride myself on being a man of routine. On Thursdays, I bowl for a charity bowling league. Fridays,
My primal interests are about humans’ cognition, and its uniqueness. In the other words, I am interested in cognitions of both similarities and differences between human and other animals, especially social animals. Compared with animal brains, humans have larger neocortex than animals, and this allows human to have more complex cognitive ability than other animals. However, there are many similarities between human and animal brains, and this allows animals to be more sensitive with certain sensory such as smell and sounds. In addition, some animal species have their own community, but they do not have the language like humans do, and so I am interested in how their communications proceed.
While I was walking I began to think how come my room didn't become into ruins? As I thought I heard footsteps on a fast paste. Turning around I saw a monster. It looked like a demon with no eyes, and a mouth full with blood dripping down to the floor. I ran as fast as I could ,but the demon cached up to me. And made it's jump like a grasshopper knocking me down with a big thud.
Have you ever wondered if somewhere in this world there was a special place where magical things can happen? If so you were right all along. Except when you enter that magical world everything will not only be happy…. There is that one side of dark magic that you never want to see…. And, I, myself experienced that that side.
It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside