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In school I have always been a relatively successful student, and I was always considered one of the smarter kids by my parents and a lot of the other students. In about sixth grade when they started to split the grade up into certain classes for the “advanced” kids and the kids that weren’t considered advanced. I was in the classes with all the kids that weren’t considered advanced. At the time though, I didn’t realize what they were doing or that I wasn’t actually considered a smart kid by the

I had always had a pretty normal life growing up some rough patches here and there. I always thought that I had the definition of an almost perfect life. I had great friends, family, both my biological parents, two sisters, and we lived in a beautiful state the state of Washington.What else could a 5 year want in life? 5 years olds are so oblivious to the obvious.That's the downfall of life once you're old enough to copperhead everything that's going on around, it can change the way someone sees

Have you ever put yourself in your parents shoes and thought about how they felt towards their kids? Sometimes it’s hard for kids to understand the type of love parents have for them. The way my parents have loved and cared for me has been one of the things that have changed my life for the better. A few years ago I didn’t believe in having to get told what to do. I wanted to make my own rules and go by what I said. I wanted to be by myself and do my own thing but at that time it felt impossible

My Memoir Broken. My world is crashing before my eyes. How will any of this ever be okay again? Oh, that’s right. It won’t. Let me explain. It all started going downhill in February 2017. My best friend, my inspiration, my grandpa was ill. Over the next few months he got weaker. He wasn’t able to do anything on his own. He couldn’t walk, eat, drink, shower, you name it, he couldn’t do it. It was honestly and truly, the hardest thing i’ve ever had to watch. You go from seeing

I loved to visit my nana’s house. As soon as I walked in, I could smell the rich, cinnamon-y flavor of the rice pudding bubbling on the stove. Most of my friend’s grandmothers baked cookies, but I thought rice pudding was way better. I ran to the kitchen, my bare feet going slap slap slap on the shiny wood floor. I ran up behind Nana and gave her a big squeeze. “Naomi! My favorite granddaughter!” Nana said with a smile. “Nana, don’t be silly! I’m your only granddaughter.” I reminded her, putting

Waiting until her husband, Jerry left for work before she showered, dancing around the room wearing only her underwear, Marlene whispered. “I am a lucky woman, a great husband that provides exceptional well for me and the out two children, Ashley and Mark. What more could I ask for?”After spending ten minutes choosing the perfect pants, shoes and top for the day, it was time to finish her makeup, before putting on her jewelry. Looking in the tray sitting on the dresser for her favorite earrings,

“True, I suppose I needn’t depend on them anymore,” I said to myself as my father revealed to me that as a four-year-old, I was getting too old to be using bicycle stabilizing wheels. With a hint of uncertainty to this new idea, I trusted that I would be alright riding in their absence. My father and I proceeded outdoors to the neighborhood park. He stopped me at the end of a long sidewalk that rounded its way about the grass fields; this was the location where I first discovered how to pedal my

Standing Your Ground: A Formal Analysis of High Noon Kane, the main character in High Noon is a Hero. He didn't slay dragons or walk through fire. He didn’t conquer the world or go on an adventurous quest. However, he did something most people are afraid to do. He stood up for what he believed in regardless of whether he stood alone. Made by Carl Foreman, this movie contained a marshal named Kane. News went around town that Frank Miller, a criminal Kane put in prison a while back, was coming to

Hello Class, **Warning this is a sensitive subject please be respectful if you disagree** My whole family is very religious. Growing up we put on our best clothes and went to church every Sunday and bible study on Wednesday's. It was a huge part of our daily lives, we said our prayers every night, morning, meal, good things, and bad, we prayed a lot. For most of my adolescences I believed or was forced to believe that being an Christian Evangelist was the only way of life and everybody else in

Love on the Road The Road, written by Cormac McCarthy, is about a father and son walking alone along Burned America. They face critical weather conditions as well as many monstrous people along their journey to the coast. All they have is each other and a pistol for defense. The story may seem all dark and difficult, however, there is a beautiful love story between the father and the boy; a love that never fails, never gives up, and never dies throughout the story. Since people have a need for connection