I Survived...

became the complete opposite of what I hoped he would be. I soon realized that he was a two faced liar and one of the most awful people I have ever met. Little did my ten year old self know he would be the downfall of my self confidence and he would slowly destroy any passion I had for the sport I loved all with only a few words. At the age of ten I was the most energetic, go-lucky, confident girl. I excelled at my beloved sport, soccer. I had been playing since I was just a mere five years old, far

Iconography of the Good Shepherd: A Formal Analysis This paper will analyze the iconography of the mosaic, Good Shepherd (lunette, Oratory of Galla Placidia, c. 425-26, Ravenna, Italy), that is located on the lunette over the north doorway of the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, Ravenna. The iconography has been one of the most recognized and admired works of art since the 3rd century AD. In the mosaic, the artists present a depiction of Christ symbolic and traditional of Byzantine art during the conversion

person that I have ever met. It never occurred to me that he might like me until he asked me to go out to celebrate his bonus. Charlie used to be a student of mine. He was one of those kids who stood out in the crowd. He was like a blue bowl in a cupboard of red bowls. He always tried his hardest and you could see in his eyes that he wanted to learn. When Dr.Strauss and Dr.Nemur came to me and asked me if I would have anybody potentially interested in participating in the experiment, I told them

Christianity eventually became the main religion of the empire. The establishment of Christianity in the Roman Empire can be accredited to Constantine I, who converted many Romans after the Battle of Milvian Bridge, which led to the enactment of the Edict of Milan, and to Emperor Theodosius, who later made Christianity the official religion of Rome. Constantine I, son of Emperor Constantius, arose to occupy the imperial throne short after his father’s burial. Quickly being accustomed to the interests of

Nighttime came all too quickly. I was in my purple-painted room, laboriously working on my homework while sitting on my bed—my designated desk since I didn’t actually have one. Outside my door, my mom was bustling about in the kitchen looking for who knows what and my little brother was probably in his room secretly playing some sort of online game. It was a typical evening. Normally my dad would be home watching sports whatever, but instead, he was at his annual one-week long fishing trip with my

promptly at 7:40 a.m. signaling the start of a new day. I groaned, still drowsy from the 3 hours of sleep I got. My previous night was just an express train of college applications and studying. A question manifested in my mind: "Should I go to school or just stay home and finish my app?" I shrugged off my drowsiness and decided the first option. Today, after all, is Halloween and I wanted to see the plethora of costumes decorating the school halls. I was heading towards the shower, preparing for another

up I can remember our house always being enveloped by music. Every holiday we had music playing, during summer mornings and weekends our house was woken up the thumping of a drum or the soft string of a guitar. It engulfed our ears with its voice. I can recall a time when I was much younger where under our television was an elephant of a stereo that roared aggressively like a lion when played. I felt as though my heart was going to explode with each beat a song made, it was the best feeling I had

my eyes as I watched hundreds of balloons fill the solemn grey skies. I tried to clear my vision by wiping the tears away. Even with the light wind, the water pooling from my eyes would not dry. After my failed attempt to stop crying, I looked down at my fingers and saw black streaks of my mascara and eyeliner. I take out the scented Kleenex tissues from my bag and wipe my fingers on them. The only thing filling the silence was the constant sobs coming from people around me and my own. I found a sense

One rainy night in November, I arrived to the church gym for my first basketball practice of the season. As I walked in the doors creaked and you could smell the gym floor. As I already heard the basketballs hitting the ground, bouncing up and down. My friends Brittany and Destiny walked in right behind me through the door. That was when we realized we were the only girls surrounded by all guys. As practice came to a start we began to run, it felt like we were never going to stop. Up and down the

the 8th grade, I walked into a local museum with a handful of classmates and our history teacher. In our arms, we carried large cardboard displays, and in our minds, naive hopes alongside cynical expectations. Entering the main hall, we awkwardly shuffled through crowds of students and rows of tables until we found our designated spots. I found my name printed on a card and I placed my project behind it, in between two others. After ensuring my tri-fold display wouldn’t fall over, I realigned my tie