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Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I have never worked retail before this internship. Everything that I am going to learn is all new me. The department that I was assigned to work in is Cabinet and Appliances. The managers I am learning under is Joe and Heather.

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

Monday was sweet, emotional and so addicting. This is my first read from author E.L. Todd and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this book hooked me from the beginning. I loved Hawke and Francesca. They were so hot together and I couldn’t stop myself from reading.

My legacy can be remembered by a lot of people if I want it to. It all depends on how I put myself out there, and I want to be out there to be remembered. When people think about me, I want them to think positive thoughts. I would like to be thought of as a person who was very kind, funny, helpful, smart, and other good character traits like that. Having these personality traits can make my other classmates better at what they do in school. But, if I do something wrong, or incorrect if I leave a bad trail for for my classmates to follow that means that's how those people are going to remember me as. I know for a fact that is not how I want people to think about somewhere in the future or right know in the present.

I walked around the student center it was pretty depressing and all. It was dark except fur windows on the side. Outside the window there was just draf grass and other stuff nothing out of the ordinary. The windowsseemed phony they were supposed to bring in light and all but they led to nowhere interesting. The dtudent center was pretty desolate no one was walking around except for the occasional group going up to buy food. All they could talk about was their internships and shooting the bull about they were bittersweet about leaving. I felt lonely and depressed, as I often did, I felt like I had to be doing something, but I didn't know what. Getting back to the point that sort of thing annoys nebabout people being bittersweet about leaving.

Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.

It’s breathtaking up here! The sights are astonishing, from the elegant white doves soaring over the angels heads, to the glimmering leaves from the sun on the tall vigorous trees. This place really did seem to be what everyone thought it was. It was the perfect place where it seemed nothing but peace and happiness could take place.

“They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapist. ...I'm not just saying Mexicans, I’m talking about people that are from all over [the world] that are killers and rapists and their coming into this country.” These are the disgusting insults that presidential candidate Donald Trump, who plans to build a massive wall around the United States, has recently scratched up to give his new modern definition of what it means to be an illegal immigrant. But despite these allegations, being an illegal immigrant has meant the same thing since the beginning of the history of the United States. An illegal immigrant is a hard working person who has no other choice but to leave the poverty stricken or hostile environment

Today I'm talking a plane to south America to drop these packages off. Its calling for bad weather but the dumb pilot says, "it's okay I've done this a million times." He's cocky, he's young and looks about my age, I get on the plane and there's already problems, I don’t need to die today. I tell him "We can fly another day" "No were fine", man what's up with this guy he's in such a hurry. We take off and everything's fine so I nap and then BAM I wake up to the sounds of an alarm, the plane is crashing and there's the pilot swinging his head with his eyes closed I run up to him and tell him to control the plane and then he shoots forward hits his head on the controls, great just great I'm in a plane with a pilot that’s passed out and now he just hit the controls so now were really screwed. I run to the back of the plane and grab the life jackets and put one around him and myself. I can see the land coming into view and I'm freaking out, as I brace for impact I see the pilot and he's struggling, his ocean blue eyes bulging out of his head, and he's crying he's young around my age and I know he doesn’t want to die. I run to him and pull him off his seat and have him crouch down by me he's holding on to me and he's saying and yelling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" We grab five

To me legacy means how I will be remembered in this world. Many people envision the way they want to be remembered, but truthfully I never really thought of it. Now that I have to think about it, I want people to remember me in a positive way. I feel that I have touched some lives during my short lifespan so far. I have touched the lives of my siblings due to me being the oldest. I have helped my siblings with many choices in their lives as being one of their guides. I feel that I will have touched my family and closest friends lives. Most of them have known me for a long time and hope we will all still be close for a long time.