to be just like all took the challenge at least once. I sit on the grass near the pool. Once, they built fence around the water, but they took it down one year for “cleaning”; no one knows what happened to the fence after that. I am drawing in the Moleskine notebook my dad bought me for Christmas last year; the journal’s green and smells like the library. I’m with friends, but they are talking about silly school stuff that I don’t care about. My friend Marcy’s mom sits on a bench a few feet from
When anyone goes downtown, they do not tend to think of it more than just buildings. In my mind, I would think of perspective, color schemes, proportion, and more art terms. My hippocampus, responsible for processing long term memory, pulls out art concepts because I have been taught to see things differently. Artists are taught to look at how things relate to each other, how they were formed, and why they were placed there. Our brains processes things the same way everyone else 's does, but we overthink
During the 11 years that I lived in India, I had two Christian friends. I never asked them what kind of Christians they were as I was unaware of the existence of the different sects of Christianity. I am sure they did not know either as we were too young. I am familiar with Christianity and Sikhism as I grew up around people who followed these religions. The city that I grew up in had and still has a large Muslim population; however, I never got a chance to learn anything about Islam. This was partly
floor, turned on its side with a couple of orange juice 2.5 ft away from her spilled on the floor and a footprint found near her front door. Luckily, the footprint and the blood stain on the floor and corner of the table belonged to her. Based on what I know, Anna Garcia died from a Diabetic coma caused by many other disorders affecting her cardiovascular, nervous, urinary, and digestive system. Her coma was most likely caused by dehydration, heart attack, ketoacidosis, and high blood sugar, especially
We all know that there are about 7 billion people in the world, but each and everyone one of us have different or similar qualities. My friends have seen me go through many difficult obstacles and keep supporting me. I am strong because I can endure pain and sorrow; however, people that haven’t got the opportunity to know me can’t tell. Throughout the many tragedies I have faced I learned how to accept what has and will happen. I know I can change the way you view me and help you get through tough
Upon entering this class, I thought I had a pretty clear understanding of the medical field. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted to pursue medicine. I thought for sure I wanted to go through medical and become a doctor of some sort. I was interested in physical therapy or even just a pediatrician. I was really excited to join this class because I still wanted to get an insight on other professions in the medical field. From taking this class, I hoped to have all my questions
be both? If I had to choose, I would say I am more of a backstage person, rather than frontstage person. I typically use frontstage behavior when I meet someone for the first time or when I am feeling out my environment. I often use ethnomethodology to not only assess the people around me, but also to learn boundaries within a group setting so that I am careful not to offend the wrong person with my opinions and/or humor. I find that it often breaks up the group into smaller sects, and I use this method
Although I love my mom and dad equally their characteristics set them apart which, makes me like one more than the other. I know it 's not right to choose between parents but most children have a favorite. I have always wondered why my Mom and Dad were so different but alike at the same time. How they act is very different from most parents as you will see. My parents have multiple similarities. They are both obsessed with children. They will baby sit anyone’s child even for free. My mom and dad
That is what my mother taught me. My mother says I rejected her almost immediately when I was born. It could be because I was dealing with the pain and symptoms caused by a slight birth defect; but I suspect my real defect was being born with a tendency to be less affectionate than most humans. From then onward, I’ve continued being somewhat cold. To this day, I prefer not to have unsolicited skin contact, I rarely ask for hugs, and I am extremely uncomfortable when strangers touch me. I am perfectly
pause, reflect on life, and give back to others through any means. Growing up, I often heard, “put yourself in peoples’ shoes” in order to fully fathom their situation. I used to find the statement to be rather strange, but as I matured, acting upon the phrase came naturally. I realized I am a complex being. The way I perceive the world around me cannot be described in words. Being a deep, critical thinker, I genuinely care for others, regardless of their personal connections to me (i.e. Family