The Endless Summer

Every parent wants what is best for their kid. They say, “shoot for the stars kid, there’s nothing you can’t do”. What if shooting for the stars and being ambitious ultimately led to your failure? A common goal is to be successful and most often, being successful means becoming wealthy. Wealth is perceived as the only way to be happy, on the contrary too much wealth can be the reason for demoralization. Jay Gatsby from The Great Gatsby was born an extremely poor farmer and years for the luxurious

SUMMER! It’s that time of year again and with that comes “summer break!”, a phrase that brings joy and a bit of nervousness for parents. As a speech language pathologist, a question heard often from families this time of year is “what can we do at home?”. We love this question, because speech practice can be done from anywhere! I wanted to share with you a few ideas that can be quick, easy, effective, and FUN. 1. Chalk Chalk is a must-have for summer days. As a child, I can remember drawing endless

little, I had a goal to be thin and irrationally beautiful once I entered high school. Maybe it was the daydreams of twirling in a size two prom dress with a gorgeous date and the endless bullying about my appearance that added up to my self destruction. Then again, it was more of a choice that I made myself in the summer before freshman year. The event that I believe sent me into a dangerous spiral was when my grandfather passed away in March of my eighth grade year. As days passed from that tragic

when I entered the room. The fan, in its futile effort to cool the sweltering room, accomplished no purpose other than rustling the shrew pages of “Moroccan National News” and causing the bed linen to shiver. I flung open to the first chapter of my summer reading novel, A Thousand Acres. As I half-heartedly scanned the pages, my gaze drifted over to the servant girl working in the room. Beads of perspiration dipped unnoticed down her temples and the scarf over her head clung wearily to her neck, only

the world of art. This is also the case in my own experience when I used my imagination to escape from the hardship of a boring, repetitive summer job. In the excerpt from "Nighthawks", the narrator is facing the difficult situation of being out of a job. He obviously has few resources at home to

in the car every summer morning alongside my mom, sister, brother, and cousins. We were headed somewhere magical. It was a place full of fun, adventure and new beginnings: tennis camp. After dropping off my siblings and cousins everyday, I felt devastated and full of envy. I had been dying to go, but I was too young. Too young to begin this chapter, too young to start something so fresh and new. All I wanted - all I ever asked for - was tennis camp. I counted down each summer. Three, two, one,

when I first arrived at Trojans Island Resort. I walked down the hard gravelly driveway to the empty beach, when I arrived at the beach I felt the hot soft sand between my toes and it reminded me of my childhood when I played in the sandbox in the summer time. The white geese were near the cold water looking for some nutritious food to keep them alive and well. I sat in the middle of the beach from the calm clear water to the wet green grass. Colorful little birds flew past me to an old tree nearby

Lurking around the streets of Los Angeles is the Texas summer heat. But a good way to beat it is with a snow/shaved or Hawaiian ice. This is the kind of treat that's totally refreshing and affordable. Something unique snow or shaved ice is that it brings people back to a fun time. There are some nice places in LA you can go to cool yourself with amazing frozen treats, from Hawaiian ice to snow ice, snowballs and shaved ice. Here are the best snowy joints in Los Angeles. Sul & Beans This rising hot

From the first time she used such tactics I was hooked. Going out for ice cream quickly became the beginning of something very special for me growing up in the Hamilton area. My hot summers were marked by many childhood memories, but one consistently springs to mind: enjoying delicious ice cream on hot summer nights. In Hamilton, that place was Stoney Creek Dairy. It is clear that the best part of my Hamilton as been the memories made with friends and family at Stoney Creek Dairy. From childhood

how hard I worked and am ready to share it with you. The summer before eighth grade I was told that there were going to be volleyball tryouts for the high school teams. When I heard this I got excited for the opportunity to show the coaches what I had. The older players cautioned us on how difficult and physically taxing the three days of tryouts would be. So, in order to prepare, I woke up early in the morning all throughout the summer to go running and do other conditioning exercises to get ready