Remind Me

As the movie Tangled tells us, birthdays are “kind of an annual thing.” Luckily, I have someone to remind me every year what Mother Gothel seems to forget. Both me and my sister came into the world on an early August morning in the year 2000 with only 5 minutes separating us. While I was happy and healthy with all ten fingers and toes, she was immediately rushed to the NICU because she still contained some fluid in her lungs, confining her to the hospital while I could go home with my parents. She

The three portfolios I reviewed were different in the way each person wrote their life stories and their different skills and aspirations. Reading through the three portfolios, there are many different things I liked and I disliked in each of them. J.Johnson portfolio, number 20, wrote her personal/ career portfolio based on her high level of achievements and her dream future job to become a veterinarian. C. Stanley portfolio number 30, wrote his personal/ career portfolio based on his career has

Many things could’ve woken me up that morning: My own worry and fault for not being able to sleep, the moving trucks constant beeping reminding me of my soon departure, or the alarm my mom set the night before. Either way I was going to end up going to bed that night the same way, on the floor of my new house, miles away from my home. I woke with the battle of not knowing whether I was dreaming or if this was reality, and for a few short seconds before my conscious told me why I was up, I had completely

It was a fairly quiet evening in The Black. The place was a sleazy little dive that catered to spacers, merchants and smugglers but aside from the odd rowdy drunk it wasn 't a place that saw much action. People came to The Black for a quiet corner to do some business or to get themselves well and truly drunk where no one would roll them. The only thing going tonight was a group of spacers playing some Terran card game. A burly Krogan with gold engraving on his crest was riffling the cards and chattering

classes into citizenship in the future. I received lots of benefits from city sidewalks and those experiences always remind me to focus on citizen responsibilities. I needed to walk through a city sidewalk everyday when I studied in the elementary school. On the side of the road, there were different kinds of exercise equipment and all of us can play there. Each time, there was a worker remind us to take care of these equipment before playing. I was confused and asked the reason; the worker told us that

red,juicy,delicious apple you would pick up from the supermarket, but the Apple that was filled with innovation, astonished crowds, and me, a young twelve year old boy. Now, when I was a twelve year old, anything that was blinking or was particularly shiny

The idea of home is a loose image for me, one that wobbles and threatens to be blown away at the lightest breath. Home will never be a singular place, as I’ve become familiar with too many walls, each a distinct color of beige that is friendly, but not inviting, like a stranger you greet briefly as you skirt around them on the sidewalk. Each house a place to hold the memories I’ve placed in objects, a shell against the cold wind of time that bites harshly at the thin jacket that objects offer to

No matter our shortcomings and our stubbornness, God still chooses to work in us and through us despite ourselves. (Veith G. E., 2002) This is exemplified by God allowing us to serve and be served by people from all walks of life. I think it is to remind us of our dependence on Him. Just as we realize that we cannot make it in life without God’s help, we cannot make it in life without the people around us, the everyday ordinary people. “God, who pours out his generosity on the just and the unjust

which in some ways could be bad and others very good. My favorite part of this book is when Sheila says that she doesn’t want to go back to being normal and that she would rather stay the way she is. This doesn’t really remind me of anything that I have read or done, it just reminds me of when I had a dream that I was invisible and could go anywhere that I wanted to. In conclusion, I enjoyed reading the book, Things Not Seen very well. In conclusion Bobby wanted to become normal again, but his dad could

stretching my mouth wide into a yawn. “This is so dull! We should be doing something together instead of wasting all of our time practically ignoring each other,” I said with a huff. All of my cousins looked over at me, and I couldn’t help but blush at the scrutiny they gave me. “What do you suggest we do instead?” Rebecca, the oldest cousin present, asked. I cast my eyes around the room, searching for an idea. I was like a sailor lost at sea, desperately staring at the stars in the hopes that