Why Davidson?
All of my memories are built around a house with yellow shutters and a red rooftop, colors I always begged dad to change. Although all of the houses around me are the same uniform type, black roofed and black shuttered, I look at my house and I cannot help but sigh in relief and think “This is home,” the place where I took my first steps only to fall right after, the place where my mom constantly cooked kimchi-jigae, and the place where I first had my heartbreak - not by a boy, but by my first C on a test.
Growing up, I always surrounded myself with people who are both trustworthy and loyal so when I think of college, I not only picture it as my second home, but also as a place where integrity and loyalty are highly upheld.
“Are you ready to go?” my grandmother asked. Before I could answer, my brother and sister ran up to greet her. Afterwards around two or three hours, me and two of my younger siblings left to Columbia with my grandmother. But, my parents and my youngest sister left a few hours after we had left. After an exhausting and strenuous three hour car ride, we finally reached my grandmother’s house. A few days later, my whole family and my grandmother went out looking for houses to buy. My family saw numerous houses, some I enjoyed better than others. One house in particular caught my eye. Not the house itself, but the fact that we would have to be homeschooled instead of going to a whole new school. Being six and all, I was dreading the fact that I would have to go to school. Think about it, I was a six year-old that left my school and all of my friends in Georgia that had to go to a whole other school in South Carolina with no friends or even people that I knew. Sadly, my parents didn’t end up buying that particular house. Although, I think that my parents wanted me to go to school. The house my parents chose needed some work and style. The room that I sleep in now used to be an appalling shade of brown. The playroom used to
The subject of countless books, movies, poems, and songs, the concept of home is a sundry mix of ideas and ideals. Discussing the image of a childhood home, Grammy Award Winner Miranda Lambert’s hit song “The House That Built Me” has a different take on country music’s love for nostalgia. Many people, specifically young adults and older, can relate to Miranda’s wish of going back to the simplicity and security of childhood, especially after experiencing troubles. This simple, yet rich message is successfully revealed with several rhetorical tools in both the lyrics and accompanying video of “House That Built Me”.
The house sat on the mostly yellow, dead grass of street in Perry Iowa. It of course held memories just like many other houses, but this one tried hard to forget the memories. It was once a yellow like the dead grass it sits upon now. The newly painted blue on the house was a fresh start to the house – making new memories – but just like the ones forgotten they drown in the blue color. It’s an unforgettable house, unforgettable like the memories it produced.
“There’s no place like home.” That is exactly what Diane Ackerman wants you to remember about her essay, The Round Walls of Home. Through many arguments, tones, and rhetorical strategies Diane Ackerman’s essay is about how our five senses can help us remember different events that have happened in our past. Historical Context and Author Information This essay is out of Diane Ackerman’s book A Natural History of the Senses written in 1990.
College gives students endless opportunities. During this time, students are able to grow and develop academically and individually. It also provides students with
Therefore, students actually have chances to develop their thoughts on people who are different from themselves and to learn how to respect. Therefore, colleges also serve as a buffering place that provides additional life lessons to its student bodies.
Unlike high school, people don’t normally get one try to get it right the first time! College, for most is a critical development into adulthood. College teaches beyond the classroom and sheds light on certain attainable humanly characteristics. Such as: perseverance, hard work, integrity, love, admiration, and respect which allows one to find oneself using knowledge.
College is where life begins, it’s the road to success. College is where you discover things about yourself and find out who you are. In college you learn about discipline and responsibility. College is essential because it has been so far advanced and is now used everywhere. The three pillars to why college is important is individuality, responsibility, and authority.
Along with gaining social skills and great networking opportunities, college is a place to learn how to work hard and become a self-reliant person.
“Home is where the heart is.” In The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros develops this famous statement to depict what a “home” really represents. What is a home? Is it a house with four walls and a roof, the neighborhood of kids while growing up, or a unique Cleaver household where everything is perfect and no problems arise? According to Cisneros, we all have our own home with which we identify; however, we cannot always go back to the environment we once considered our dwelling place. The home, which is characterized by who we are, and determined by how we view ourselves, is what makes every individual unique. A home is a personality, a depiction of who we are inside and
As a child, our home was a place anyone was welcomed in, thus as the saying goes, “Mi casa es su casa.” While my parents were married, we lived in a one story blue colored house with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 3 living rooms, 1 dining room, an attic, garage, porch, pool and backyard. Upon entry into the house from the front door you stared into a long hallway. Immediately to the left was 1 of 3 living rooms, where we occasionally ate Dominos thin crust pizza in the late hours of the day and watched TV and movies as a family. We had a 7-piece oak entertainment center with a built in aquarium, where we kept Ceaser our
The experience that occurs at college must reflect to younger generations that college is not a scary place, and that it is a safe and secure place as if they were at
At some point, someone has said that high school will be the best four years of their lives and college gets even better. So with that idea in people’s heads, they come up with their ideal image of the college. They start planning the perfect scenario of what college they will go to and what their roommate will be like. They often try to compare an unrealistic image and turn it into a realistic image, but they are unlike in many ways. Once students step onto the college campus, they will soon face what it is actually like to be in college.When people understand that college is not the perfect movie scene, then they will take advantage of expanding and furthering their education seriously. Going to college is a whole different experience and there is a lot more to it such as the rigorous classes and overwhelming school work, being more independent, and forming new bonds with others.
In addition to the social aspects, college teaches how to develop independent thinking. It also “exposes future citizens to material that enlightens and empowers them, whatever careers they end up choosing” (Menand, 3). However, most students today perceive college fundamentally as a party scene and various forms of entertainment instead of focusing on school work. They have forgotten about the academic freedom provided by receiving a proper college education.
College is a chance to be free and is a bridge between the real world and school. I’m an adult and expected to behave as such; I make my own choices where I have to decide what is important to me. I have an opportunity to learn how the world works, to explore the limitless possibilities and a chance to admire how vast knowledge can be. College will change my life in the way that I can develop life skills outside academics, to be fully