The Future Of My Future

Thesis what worries me about the future ? This question is difficult for others to answer it because their are tennagers who are getting older in life and they think about how their future is going to be. Often the answer changes as you get older. The texts that we looked at are Anthem by Ayn Rand, “Emancipation Proclamation,” by Abraham Lincoln, Prometheus from Greek Mythology, “Critical Thinking video by Leo, and a Socratic Seminar. I am a person who is stubborn and determined person.

One of the holidays I celebrated in Mexico was the day of the dead, or as called in Spanish “El Dia de Los Muertos”, which could be considered as Halloween in the America. It is first not celebrated only one day which is October 31st on Halloween. It is celebrated October 31st through November 1st, there is no running towards the neighborhood and ringing doorbells for candy, not even dressing up as a princess or your favorite super hero. Four years ago, I was 13, you could say I was disappointed I didn’t get to dress up. I was in confusion and upset that they were missing out on dressing up and getting free candy. The next day my mom told me I would be able to dress up, but not in a costume, in a Mexican traditional dress with bright colors, my hair in a crowned braid and my face painted as a skull. I was

In times of emergency, life and death, and tragic despair, people often are reminded of the umbrella of stress that hangs over us. With such a world people live in today, at times its common to be caught up in the minor details of life; rather than enjoying the beauty of it all. Almost everyday, we live in a sheltered life, hidden away in our communities, just trying to skate by. But there are sometimes moments that occur in a lifetime, where that sheltered routine, that is so ingrained in our minds, is taken upon differently. August 29, 2005, day one of hurricane Katrina; this date, is one that is permanently ingrained in thousands of citizens of New Orleans. On this day, people have seen family members drown, houses destroyed, as well as

I couldn’t breath. Dust was everywhere. Our little town of Lakewood in Oklahoma, has vanished. Cars were now piles of dust on the road. Crops were now dry and nowhere to be seen. My eyes burned and itched. Our house was once a home, but now it looked dark. Dark and scary. It was not as white as it used to be. It always looked happy and felt like a home. But now our house, didn’t feel or look like a home. The walls were cracked and the windows were full of dust. The floors were scratched and clawed. Our beds and blankets are not safe places anymore. The food that we consume, tastes raw, bitter, and has no flavor. We’re eating and swallowing dust everyday. Pa has tired marks on his face. Ma doesn’t cook us our favorite meals anymore. Rose and

People drive thousands of miles and twelve long hours in the back seat of a small, not so proportionate car to relax here. This place which is now a polluted wasteland for old, abandoned, burnt down houses smells so bad that I can barely turn on the air in my car. Houses were once luxury homes with nice living rooms, warm red boiling hot fireplaces, and all white rooms that were to die for. Where families gathered for thanksgiving dinner on cold November nights, were now just a dull, empty, and bottomless place with no meaning or sentimental

A variety of students have told me that they’d never be in marching band because it demands a lot of time and dedication. Though I concede that band does require a lot of time, it still is not enough reason to not be in it. Every discourse community is different when it comes to their goals, ideals, and diversity. They require different attributes in order to effectively join them, in other words to “fit in” but certainly they all require commitment and time. Therefore, I encourage everyone to join band, some of your best memories will root from it as well as long lasting friendships that can benefit you in the future. I am personally a part of the band community, especially the marching band side and can prove it through the use of logos, ethos, and pathos.

The future. A place filled with unknowns and unexpected twists and turns. As I near the end of my high school career, the idea of college and all that follows it is becoming a reality in my mind. I do not know what God has in store for me, but I do know that He has a plan. As a freshman, I thought that I would have everything figured out by senior year; however, now that it is senior year, the future looks more mysterious than ever. While this is the case, I have still postulated some of my future goals and ambitions.

The current education system is founded on standard based accountability which focuses more on the attainment of common core standards and national assessment than on student learning.. In the report, A Path to the Future: Creating Accountability for Personalized Learning, written by Anne Hyslop and Sara Mead of Bellewether Education Partners for policymakers, Anne Hyslop is a Senior Policy Analyst who produces research, analysis and commentary on educational accountability and improvement, and other issues including the intersection and alignment of state and federal policy, PreK-12. Sara Mead’s background in education is diverse she has served as a researcher, writer, advisor, director, she has worked in the Education Sector, the Progressive

Thursday afternoon my teacher told us a storm was coming and we were probably gonna still go to school. The rain started pouring and it wouldn’t stop. It turned out that this storm was coming from Hurricane Harvey. Tons of water began to fill the streets in my neighborhood; I had never seen the water rise so high because of a storm. Friday night I received a video of my aunts house. Water entered her house flooding it up to her thighs, my baby cousins room was filled with dirty water. I was afraid for many reasons, this was happening to one of my family members. My aunt has a daughter that recently won a battle against cancer and the fact that dirty water got into her room scared me. She is only 3 and could easily get sick, but thank God my

It all began when someone left the window open. Fifteen years ago I never would have imagined anything like this to ever happen to me, now, I cannot imagine anything else. I was twelve; my brother was only seven. He was too young to have to go through something like this. One summer night our air conditioning burnt out. Our house was hotter than it was outside, forcing us to open a couple of windows. My mom was alone down stairs; my brother and I were getting ready for bed. “AHH!” my mother screamed. I looked at my brother and bolted down the steps, almost tripping as I went. Once I reached the bottom, I saw nothing and no one. After searching the house, I started to panic.

This was the exact place where my mother grew into a women. I’m chomping on my food as we coast farther into the neighborhood. When I glance at my surroundings, my eyes turn into wide saucers. I was captivated by what had managed to happen over the years. It was as if a spirit has blew on the neighborhood and knocked everything down. You would think a storm caused this disarray, but this is what crime and corruption does communities. The food weighed in my hand, for I was no longer hungry, just in complete shock. The air was eerie and uncomfortably silent as we turned the corner. My mother’s gasp breaks the silence and I snap my head in her direction. “This was my friend’s house! I would come over to watch movies and eat popcorn in her basement,” my mom moans, getting emotional. This house was charred, allowing red bricks, scorched wood, and glass to collect in a heaping pile, leaving only the chimney standing. The more we drove around this neighborhood, the more it looked like an abandoned warzone then a tight-knit community that once caused my mother so much

After Reflecting on my past, present, and future I see and bright future for myself. I plan to reach for the stars. I will never let anyone hold me back from obtaining my goals. Also I plan to be my own character judge. These obstacles that I have face in the past will not hinder my future. Nor will I let it stop me. I am pressing on to see what God has for me. I have

The dump prior to a massive dump fire served as home and work for thousands of families and individuals. Those who inhabited the toxic dump made it their home, source of income, and meals on which they survived. Some of the more fortunate who depended on the dump for income lived in tattered settlements surrounding the dump, built by the trash collected. Life in the dump on the account of one resident was a “living hell”.

There are many things that I wonder about the future. To start off, I wonder what kind of job I would get. For instance, like I could be a doctor, vet, or maybe not a vet because I am allergic to cats, or a scientist, teacher, etc. Do you/ I finish college and graduate. Did my goals happen and come true? Do I make more and new friends and better ones? I also might explore all around the world to find new things that I haven’t before? I just am wondering so much and what is going to happen in the future. Do I follow my dreams of having a job, house, and a car? Is that too much to think of? Do I stay myself no matter what happens? I have so much to ask you, but when you read this in the future, I might remember writing

Every since I was a young girl I have been always asked by, what do you wanna be when you grow up? I know some people that change their minds every week of what their future hold for them and how they are gonna live through it. The future is changing every second of our lives, everything single thing that we do affects what our future hold for us. All my life I have been determined on one thing in my life. I have always wanted to become a doctor no matter what. I know that there is nothing that is gonna change my mind about that. Technology has helped many people with what they do at their job, however it has also harmed their jobs also.