The Best Year Of My Life

The day I met Marienel was the day after I had just started my second year of high school. During that time I had just been accepted into the Upward Bound Migrant program. UBM is an educational program used in order to help students be prepared for college. The students in it were expected to meet with their new counselor, which is part of the UB program and hold meetings on how the student could become more efficient in their studies in order for them to attend the university of their choice. At that time I wasn’t too excited about

She was the nicest girl in the world. I also had the best swim coach and she shared the same birthday with me. Mrs. Tessena was my first grade teacher and she really liked me because she had my brother in her class. Things in Ohio were

We got to our destination, picked a hoe, my gloves, my rag, my hat and exited the bus. Our job was to clean all the weeds around the pumpkins. We began to work I had no previous experience using a hoe. I started to fall behind. Bending over too much to yank out the weeds I saw the others advance. That’s when I remembered what the boss said before getting on the bus. “Those who cannot keep up with the group will be laid off.” As time went by the hotter it got. Midway through the day a woman fainted from dehydration. “Esta agua está lo suficientemente caliente para tomar un café “ said an old man. I think at least 4 people quit that day. My first time going to the bathroom there was hideous it smelled so bad one could barely breathe without getting nausea. Their wasn’t a specific bathroom for men or women. As days went by I started to go faster. I couldn’t have done it without the tips from the experienced workers. “Hazlo asi” they would say. 2 weeks pasted and we got our check. A 16-year-old told me he put down 6 dependents on his application. One hot day our supervisor asked the owner of the farm why they put ice more often in the water they gave us and the owner said “It’s better than

While I'd gone off to university and pursued science and academia, then working as a translational and clinical researcher - striving for a world where one day many cancers will be curable and others successfully managed as chronic diseases like ashtma and diabetes, she'd followed her passion - sketching and painting. The bulk of her income came from sales at craft markets and the ocassional private commission. Her pencil sketch, drawn during our school days, of a scene of the Company's Garden on a spring day hangs above my fireplace. I literally feel as though I'm in the picture - it's so alive with

It all began with a phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.”As long as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

My life in Maycomb, is anything but ordinary, I’ve had to endure so many hardships with family and fellow town members. I’ve been described by Jem Finch as a six-and-a-half foot tall man, with a long jagged scar on my face, my teeth are yellow and rotten, with popped out eyes and I drool most of the time. Sadly, this is what the whole town believes, as well as the stories that they heard from my childhood. When I was 33, I was sitting in the living room cutting up newspapers, when my father walked by and I decided to stab him in the leg with a pair of scissors. Many don’t know my side of this story because I’m protective and shy, I don’t leave the house, mostly because I’m not allowed to.

In “Why 2017 was the Best Year in Human History” Nicholas Kristof argues that, despite anything negative that happened, 2017 was the best year for humans as a species. More specifically, Kristof argues that it is better to live in 2017 than any other time period in history. He writes “A smaller share of the world’s people were hungry, impoverished or illiterate than at any time before. A smaller proportion of children died than ever before. The proportion disfigured by leprosy, blinded by diseases like trachoma or suffering from other ailments also fell.” Kristof is suggesting that 2017 was a year of increase for the human species. In conclusion, Kristof’s belief is that 2017 was a exceptionally great year.

In “Why 2017 Was the Best Year in Human History,” Nicholas Kristof explains why 2017 was on of the best years in history. More specifically, Kristof argues that each year is getting better and less people are dying. He writes, “A smaller share of the world’s people were hungry, impoverished or illiterate than at any time before.” Additionally, Kristof adds, “...the lives of more than 100 million children have been saved by vaccinations, diarrhea treatment, breast-feeding promotion and other simple steps.” Although there are these positives there are also negatives that we have faced in 2017. For example, Kristof says, “So, sure, the world is a dangerous mess; I worry in particular about the risk of a war with North

In “Why 2017 Was the Best Year in Human History,” Kelly Gallagher points out why she believes 2017 was the best year in human history. More specifically, Kelly argues that 2017 was the best year despite the downs that have had an affect on society. She writes, “A smaller share of the world’s people hungry, impoverished or illiterate than at any time before.” Additionally, she says that a smaller amount of children died than ever before. In this passage, Kelly is suggesting that society should also take a look and not miss the things that are going right. In conclusion, Kelly beliefs that 2017 has been the best year so far and that good progress has been made, although some things aren’t going the way she would like them too, but after all

In "Year Of Impossible Goodbyes", there are three moments that define Sookan as a character. When grandfather passed away, when the war ended and the Russians invaded, and when Sookan took care of Inchun until they crossed the border. All of these moments help her mature into a better person.

HOW I MET MY WIFE I was on my way back to Chicago from Vietnam, where I had been a war correspondent attached to the First Marine Division at DaNang. I had lived for a while in Australia, spent a week in New Zealand, and now I was in the airport at Auckland. I had gone up on the walkaway above the waiting room. Looking over the crowd of travelers, a beautiful tall redhead appeared with orange curls, very elegant in her best traveling clothes. Mmmm. She was something like Deborah Kerr in AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER with Cary Grant, but with a long Viking face. I made my way downstairs and inserted myself into her path, saying, "Hello." I was a rough, common-looking character in blue jeans, and her nose was in the air. She sniffed,"Hello," back, but she didn 't notice me at all. I was quite beneath her line of vision. We were on the same plane to Tahiti, but I didn 't get to speak to her again. In Tahiti, I met up with a tennis pro who was on a world tour and we hung out. And then one night I ran into the redhead again, in a hotel lounge. She was with a Swiss fellow I had also met--and I was to learn later that he had warned her not to have anything to do with me, that I looked disreputable. But anyway I asked her to dance. There was beautiful music playing and the Polynesian waves were hitting the shore under a bright moon, palm trees waving in the breeze. She turned me down. So I asked again. She turned me down again. The third time I asked her, she danced with me. And after

Betty and I are from the same town, same city. We met at the language institute, she was 16 and I was 18, but we didn’t know each other before that. Even though our families were living about a mile apart; we didn’t know each other. Our families knew each other, but not us. Betty went to a girls’ school, I went to a boys’ school, so we didn’t meet until we went to the institute. We were good friends for a year, we had different friends in the school. Then things kind of got in such a way that we started going out and became serious. That year we played matchmakers for other friends! Betty had a friend that was crazy about me and I had a friend that was interested in one of her cousins. So we did the matchmaking. We dated for seven years before we were able to get married. We couldn’t get married over in Argentina because she was going to school and I was going to school, so we were not going to live with our parents. That was not an option. On December 30th it will be 44 years since we got married, almost 51 since we met. We met in 1964, in 1955 we started dating and got married in 1971. It was the English that got us together. It was in our destiny that we were going to be here in the States speaking the language.

I will always will remember when I was 14 years old and I was in High School, freshman year, we often got off earlier than what hour schedule show. What we usually did when that happened was going to the houses of the school mates, go and play soccer in the courts, go to the movies without the permission of our parents.

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.

Most people would describe their undergraduate years as the best four years of their life. It’s a time for optimism, growth, and success. Unfortunately for me, my undergraduate experience featured a slew of opposing feelings. My father had been diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a cancer that effects the bone marrow, during my freshman year. This was a rare form of cancer that ultimately took his life during my sophomore year. His illness and his death set the tone for my undergraduate career. Watching his health deteriorate took an emotional toll on me that only one whose endured this could fathom. My grades during this time were not at all what I knew they could be. I felt defeated, like nothing I accomplished really mattered now that my