Riding the Bus with My Sister

Justin Kotajarvi Reading Journal #1 I Am Malala, Chapters 1-8 Pages 1-90 Malala Yousafzai The first part of the book Malala discusses the background of her family, she talks about her fathers younger life when he grew up in Pakistan, with a stutter. During his time growing up, Russia invaded Afghanistan, but he was too young to fight. Because of his upbringing his view on war and life enabled him to conquer his stutter and become a well-rounded speaker, motivated to educate others. He works as

segregation, and believe it or not, we are still carrying that cross today. However all is not gloom and doom, all is not lost, because you see my brothers and sisters, we are one of the few people who realize that GREATER IS HE, THAT IS IN US, THAN HE THAT IS IN THE WORLD. So yes I 'm proud to be an African American because one day a black woman riding a bus was tired and decided that she wanted to sit down. I 'm proud to be an African American because a man named Dr. Charles Drew developed the

The Bus Boycott of 1955-1956 was a U.S Civil Rights movement that took place in Montgomery, Alabama. African Americans all over Montgomery refused to ride the city bus to demonstrate a peaceful protest against racial segregation. Four days before the protest, an African American women, Rosa Park, refused to leave her seat on the bus for a white man. This led to her arrest and finement; this triggered the boycott to begin. This event was one of the many Civil Rights movement. This caused many important

Frida Kahlo is by far one of my favorite artists to ever exist. I love the fact that she’s a simple woman from Mexico who became a powerful and well known painter. Her art work is very different to all other paintings I’ve seen so far; they’re so vibrant in color and just overflow with emotion. I first heard about Frida Kahlo when I was about 12 years old and I saw the film based on her life and that really caught my attention and stuck with me. I never really expected to see her artwork and learn

within only two weeks before Lindy was born, PBS aired a show, The Story of Charles Lindbergh, about the first solo transatlantic flight in his plane, Spirit of St. Louis. The press named him, “Lucky Lindy.” Immediately her name while she was inside my belly went from Libby to Lindy as I yelled, “Mark! I know her name!” And if that didn’t top off the anticipated arrival of our baby girl, the timing of going into labor did! I’m not sure exactly but I do know that while having the best

currently unclear Of the dangers that await Composed only of which you fear The dangers come my way And may danger me true But if you cannot fix it The fault belongs to you So I leave you with my warning Be it known from Fire to Earth Not acting within two months And I shall have my mirth The whole twenty-five membered council exchanged fearful glances at the end of the reading. One man however

despair, loss, depression, anxiety. Those are the things that somehow made me as I am today. On October 8th I was born, a happy baby who had no idea the rough road ahead. When I was in second grade my parents got divorced. I was close to my mom so when she moved away I was lost in a whole new way. My dad had always had some anger issues but when they split it was a little more frequent. I had to move schools the next year and it was weird because I didn’t know anything about public school. I remember

uncoordinated and clumsy, I was grateful when I finished my last physical education class in high school. I was relieved that I would never be required to work out ever again, but after seeing my sister become a spin instructor and my mother starting to become fit, I wanted to better myself as well. Though I had the urge to also become fit, I was still too lazy to actually start working out. I did not start to work out until January of this year. Reflecting on my twenty-one years of life I have done many different

adventure began when we decided to leave on Thursday, September 22, 2016. The three of us got up and took the bus to the Big Lots parking lot to get it prepared for the road. A little after 1pm we were all prepared to depart Wilkes-Barre, PA. The jeep was hooked up to the bus and we ran a test drive to make sure all the parts are working as they should. Now it was time to say our fair wells. My niece Taina did not make it any easier to depart. With responses such as "you’re not leaving" or "I am going

unexpectedly, with an exasperating cold keeping me from doing my best at sectionals. I was expected to qualify for state, and failing to do so had hit me like a truck. I’d come back stronger this season, training as hard as I could so I’d be prepared for anything that came my way. Being stuck at home all day, nervous thoughts ran through my head over and over; honestly, I’d probably worried over every terrible outcome possible. Nothing in my life had ever seemed to stress me out as much as this race