My World

years from now, global warming has continued and the glaciers have melted and two whole new livable continents have been discovered. Further the big data revolution has progressed and there have been changes in way people socialize, work and shop etc. My view of the way the digital continent would be developed would be: 1. Smart houses will have Intelligent agents that will dim lights, open and close the windows, water your plants and feed pets. Biometric sensors will recognize you as you enter your

college. However, many people have used their efforts to prove that women should receive high level of education. Specifically, in these two texts, when Sotomayor shares her experiences looking for the utility of getting into a good college in “My Beloved World”, Rich focuses on developing ourselves, using our rights, and claiming for higher learning in college in “Claiming an Education”; however, even though Sotomayor and Rich have different views about value of college, they both agree on the part

Life is a journey and by choosing my path, I create my destination. My journey started on the day I was born, July 16th, 1999, but it was not until March 20th, 2016 that my destination was drawn with passion. On that day, I came to America with tears dropped on my mom's face, with great pressure on my shoulder, with a strong determination to live well, to live happily. On that day, I promised myself that I will succeed to prove that if someone considers my studying abroad as wasting money and time

create WORLDS. What do you do for a living?” This is an anonymous quote that inspires me to make my artwork and write my stories to be the creator of my own worlds. Using the least of tools I can create entire worlds in minutes, with sketches, colors, text and visions that make your head spin. A whole new universe created by my own invention of my own imagination and design. My American Dream is to get a college degree majoring in graphic design and literature, to sell my artwork, publish my stories

Beliefs, values, relationships, college and career goals are all included, “My Quality World”. The pictures we create in our head that expected in our own personal utopian world. A world where dreams molds into fantasy that you can make reality with the right decisions. Being raised in a traditional Vietnamese family, I have always felt like I was never good enough. I am a perfectionist and I strive for approval from my family. It is something that I have struggled with for a long time. Even now

stood in my way and if it did, I just tore the obstacle down from the source. Whether it was trees to climb, pools to jump in, or wild hair getting in my way; I always overcame them. There was point in my childhood though, I realized not everything was under my control and power. I didn’t receive everything I desired like I was believing. My childhood untainted mind was rocked with a new discovery and mindset. Of all places for this change to happen, it was on a family vacation to Disney World. I

question is, on what does that fact have influenced my life and my way of being? Since I am aware, I have been an insecure and shy person, dependent on the opinions of people and their moral support, with careful and little interactive mind. I am lying if I said that I was never afraid of the world, what it could bring to me if I am not cautious, and also of rejection, but anyway, I had not much confidence in myself and in my abilities. However, my brother taught me not to fear anything, that to be

positive. Everything was okay; nothing in the world could have possibly gone wrong. Even in a graveyard, everything seemed to be another day. The green grass, the tall stones, the light blue sky, hanging over our heads. “It’s a park mom! Look at all these stones to rest behind after a game of tag!” I received some soft smiles, some little laughs. There is nothing heart-breaking about this place. Or at least I thought. It only took one word to have my world come crashing down into pieces. Death. On

learned a whole lot, not because I found the assigned reading insipid or anything of that matter. Instead, it is because of my World Religion class, we had a whole test and section dedicated to Christianity, Jesus’ teachings, and how it compares to other religions. I do however have one point I can embellish, that point is the parables. Nither in my previous class nor in my house have I discussed the parables in such detail. I have heard them before, but never really talked with a group about their

nothing more than for him to be happy. I had moved into town when Spencer was ten, right after he lost his older brother and the use of his left hand in a car accident. When we first met he seemed so empty and vacant. His cold blue eyes looked at the world in the way that a drowsy child looked at a television screen while watching late night talk shows. It was as if he wasn’t processing life as it happened around him, without him. We bonded over our love for cartoons and our mutual belief that plain