Little girls

chose to observe the same child as I did last time, 3 year old Emmanuel. The observation took place around the same time as observation 1, which is basically after his mother got off work and picked him up for school. However, instead of observing little Emmanuel alone by himself, I was able to observe him play in a group setting. Ironically, at the park there were about three other children his age playing, a 1 year old who looked liked he was just learning to walk and struggling, an older child

Many people are on their own route towards what they consider receiving or claiming an education. Whether it be a formal or informal education, we all approach obstacles that keep us away from a direction we may have our mind or even our heart set on. In this essay, I will describe my experiences in which my education has brought me close to losing my temper and self-confidence. I used to groom the knots of her black-and-white coat that would pile up on her belly. But, one day, I remember coming

represent. Sports will affect not only the way one sees themselves, but also how to recognize the heroes who have surfaced due to sports, who then in turn influence people by their values and lessons they have learned. It all starts somewhere. A little girl can take her first step and then the years tick by and she’s running her heart out in cross country meet. With discipline she pushed

This past year has been a learning experience that has led me to where I am today, attending Citrus. I graduated from Glendora High School in May of two-thousand sixteen with the intention of moving away to school and attending the University of Arizona; however, within the week post-graduation I decided it would be in my best interest to take some time away from the books. I love education and every ounce of learning. My school work, grades, and attendance have always been a top priority, but I

soon sweetheart,” said Mr. and Mrs. Eisenhower. Little did they know that they would never see their precious daughter ever again. “Bye mommy and daddy, I love you!” said little Charlotte. Right before they left, she ran up to the door and gave them both a big hug. They returned the hug, squeezing her tightly, before walking out into the garage and starting the car. Charlotte looked out the window, watching her parents pull out of the driveway. Little did she know that she would never see her dearest

anything. If you had that amount of magical power, why would you just be a seamstress? Something smacked right into my stomach. I screamed a little as I jumped back, ready to run from the guards. Instead, I was looked down at the little girl lamplighter, who looked terrified as she stared up at me. “Are you alright?” I asked, my voice high and reedy. The girl just nodded as she scrambled to her feet, ignoring the hand I stretched out to her. There was something weird about my fingers in the light

times that kids said the funniest things: 1. Power hungry James Breakwell has made his Twitter account a sensation because he tweets conversations that he has with his numerous daughters. They’re hilarious, and this one is no exception. Give a kid a little power, and they’ll take it all. (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) 5-year-old: I was the line leader at school. (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) Me: Do you guys take turns? (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) 5: Not anymore

like working in my dream job. I always wanted to work as a social worker or help people out in some way. Especially teenagers, they have troubles in their house hold that only they know and refuse to talk about. Not only them but little children as well. I care more for little children because it hurts me seeing them get hurt because of what a parent does. I lived in a place where my dad was abusive and learned to control

He wasn’t really the man tearing down the daycare and the animal shelter – was he? It didn’t seem like something he would do. Or was it? Sam stopped running, but now he had no idea where he was. He clenched fistfuls of his hair with trembling hands, trying hard to catch his breath and make out any familiar landmarks. He felt as though he was spinning. His heart was still beating a thousand miles an hour. He saw trees and grass, benches and gardens. He must have run to another park. Where were other

I could have never imagined something so little can do so much harm. It was a peaceful night by the fire, my friends and myself were sharing laughs and smiles; The typical stuff a teenager would do with their friends. The night was peaceful, and for once my friends weren’t suggesting something crazy to do, to see if we could get in trouble; That’s what I assumed at least. It was warm next to the fire, but being under Isaiah’s arm made me feel better. “You look really beautiful tonight Monique