Journey

ne day at the end of “winter”. A boy named Meek Mill decided to wear shorts, but he noticed it was super cold outside then he said, “Isn’t it suppose to be springtime already?!” And he was right, winter should’ve ended a long time ago. Then it started to snow drastically, and he had to hurry back to his house. After 30 minutes of sitting close to a fire, and drinking hot chocolate, a huge ball of snow took out half of his house. “Why is this even happening,” Meek cried “this makes no sense!” Soon

I grew up in an extremely white suburb; I believe there was only one person of color in my elementary school. Once I got to middle school I became exposed to people with more and more diverse backgrounds. However, growing up in a college town meant that most of them were children of international students, and as a result they were only here for a couple of years. Every time I met someone new and interesting they seemed to move back to their home country before anything but a casual friendship could

Fast the train went on that cold frozen night, the train was going straight from Canada with no stops for 100 miles, on the train was a boy named Christof. Christof was an ordinary boy with a dream of success in a new country. He had a destiny for success that no one could slow down, this train was the first piece of his upcoming puzzle of life. Christof was a boy that never said no, he told himself every day since he was 6 that he would pursue his dream of being a musician, music brought him allay

Finally, I need to be aware of what orientation Darbi is used to, such as a being or doing orientation. Since she is consistently working and setting goals for herself, Darbi would represent a person who has a doing orientation. In order for me to connect with her on this cultural value, I need to make sure she feels affirmed and let her know that I love her even though we share different views. It is critical that Darbi understands that she is not hated due to her lifestyle choices and that God

While reading the book “Into the wild” by Jon Krakauer, I stumbled upon a video entitled Iconoclasts: Part II where Krakauer and Sean Penn; the director of the film “Into the wild” traveled to Bus #142 and discussed the events that happened to Chris McCandless that led to his demise. In this short clip, Penn was seen mentioning the concept of “being cautious” in life. He said, “caution can be something that keeps you alive but it can also be a disease.” He said it as if caution is something that

Refugees Marlo is just trying to test the security guard at the convenience store, when he goes in to buy a bottle of water, aware that there is a security officer in the store watching him like a hawk. Marlo does not care, he knows that he has more power than the officer. To test his power, he pays for his water as he stares at the security officer. Marlo takes a few suckers and places them into his pocket without buying them. He then walks out without blinking an eye, knowing that there

Cal walked through a trail in the woods during the last gasps of dying summer. Browning ferns brushed against his jeans while he paced. The trail was overgrown and undefined, and Cal stomped through sticks and tree branches to make his way through. He emerged through the thicket into a clearing for a power line route. He saw the old derelict boat, his family’s boat, nested in its 30 year resting place. He walked up to it and put his hands on the giant steering wheel and looked down at the undergrowth

Parvana woke up and let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. She had been dreaming of father again and the day he had been taken from their home. Suddenly she had an idea. Parvana would break her father out of the prison! They could be a family again, she couldn't give up this chance. Going to their bathroom she searched for the little window but it was not to be found, there was no light. She felt around until she found her bag, then she grabbed it. Parvana slowly creped outside

The wheels of the cart squealed as a group of merchants pulled it along the slope. The three horse team continued at a slow gait. They'd spent four days wandering the path from the capital city of Lustria to the furthest outskirt village of Tidal. Auron and his son, Lorne walked along at opposite sides of the cart. The older man rested his hand on his pommel as he walked. It had been years since he'd taken this road. Fifteen years wasn't a long enough time for him though. However, he'd taken

Red. The color had become sickening after all this time. Neko no longer remembered how long it had been since that accursed day, but he had grown too tired to care. Any grasp of time was lost on this desolate land. It must have been months, he thought, as his hair was long enough to touch his shoulders and food supplies were becoming scarce. He remembered vividly when everything had gone wrong and he couldn’t stop reliving the moment over and over again. Everything had started as an adventure. He