This is my backyard. I have memories of playing soccer with my friends. My mom barbecuing for the twenty people that come over at least four times a year. Helping plant the flowers and pulling weeds from the fresh moist soil. My dad mowing the lawn as I enjoy the hot tub. Never too sunny, this spot is saved by the surrounding trees in the morning and my short little home defends the harsh sun in the evening. The grass is always green, the flowers are never thirsty, and it is always swarming with hummingbirds in the summer, making it always seem alive.
It was August 19, 2014 when I was going to Michoacan, Mexico to visit my family from my mom’s side. First, I packed and then my parents took me to the airport and we filled out some papers so I could travel. The time was here so I had to leave to board the airplane and say goodbye to my mom, dad and little brother. I was really sad because even though I was only going for 10 days I would miss them. I was on the plane and I couldn't see outside because it was night but I could see the lights of the city and lighting.
As I was researching about quinces, I really got interested. I wanted to know what was a quinceanera or what it meant because I didn't had one. A Quinceanera is meaningful to latin American girls because when they turn 12 is when they're closer to been a lady. Quinceañera (pronounced of "fifteen-year-old"), also called fiesta de quince años, fiesta de quinceañera, quince años or simply quince, is the celebration of a girl's fifteenth birthday in parts of Latin America and elsewhere in communities of people from Latin America.
Using the strategy of research from Developing A Working Knowledge, I found three sources that answer and give me a broader sense of research question. Writing has always been around in scriptures, scrolls, journals, diaries. It gives one the inside scoop of what truly is going on inside ones mind. Operas Winfrey wrote journals upon her childhood, teen years and early years into her life as an adult. The struggles and challenges she faced. Oprah Winfrey is a metaphor as well as an example of many who face difficult times in their lives and only find exit through a means of paper and a pen.
My little brother cut his hair in the bathroom. He was 3 years old and he had long hair. He told me that he had to pee so I told him to go to the bathroom. He went to the bathroom but he was taking a long time so I thought he was doing something because he always puts toilet paper in the the toilet but instead he came out with hair on his hand so I looked at his head and he had a straight line on his ...head. He looked funny, so my dad cut his hair kind of bald but he still has a little hair.
Orange and Brown
is a very great runner
but not only that
it's the thanksgiving color
a row of 5 of turkey and a column of 9
there will be a table of turkeys of 45
A family video that will create some tears
A song that celebrates the thanksgiving year.
It was a frigid day in my neighborhood. The sun was bright, but its heat was faint. I’m the “Cold Resistant” type who enjoys the snow. I remember walking through the white snow, thinking about how my neighborhood is; the smaller single family homes that lie next to the taller buildings, the bodega at the corner of one side of my street, and the second one on the other, the church that sat next to my building.
At the beginning of the school year I thought that having a writing class was stupid because I already had n English class. As time passed my opinion changed. I realized that Writing class was different than English class. I enjoyed learning vocabulary because I was able to augment my knowledge of words. For me this school year in writing was an enjoyable time, but then I began to slack off in the last two quarters because I began to get lazy. Next year I look forward to starting off good and ending great.
Mrs. Thornton was my forth grade teacher at Solace elementary school in Syracuse NY. I loved her for many reasons, but thinking back there is one moment in particular that stood stands out in my memory, the day Mrs. Thornton told me I was an excellent reader and in doing so sealed my confidence for a lifetime of literacy.
Think back to the first memory you have of your childhood, a flash of a tree flashing by as you fly by on a bicycle, or that time in the backyard when you wanted to dig a hole to China. Think back to the day the World Trade Center towers fell, what were you doing? Who were you with? What did you see?
Last thursday Judge had its Coffee House. An annual tradition in the winter time to bring together underground musicians at Judge and give them time to play some old tunes and even create their own. Connor McCoy played and sang Piano Man for his performance.
There were some positive and negative memories I had in my first year in BSGE. A positive memory I had was when I went to Lounge Night. It was an awesome night with people dancing and loud music. There was a lot of good music, and the band was good and it was an awesome night with my friends. A second positive memory I had was when Ms. Nikkolos treated my elective class all donuts and drinks at Dunkin Donuts. This was a great memory because I didn't have to stay in school and do work during that time.
A good memory that I had this year in BSGE is when I got 6's in all of my subjects when progress reports came in. I was very happy. I couldn't contain myself. I thought i wasn't going to be able to to keep it cool. This has definatly been one of my favorite grades in school. Another good memory is when I had myt music concert. I definatly worked very hard when parcticing for the concert. My role was very important so I had to make sure i was good. And I was.
Seventh grade was a year full both wonderful, and not so great memories. It was a year full of wonderful new experiences. We were new to BSGE. We had a lot of things that we needed to get used to. I remember feeling so small when I saw the older grades. Especially the seniors because we had lunch with them. Seventh grade was a year full of new oppurtunities, different surroundings, and new friends. Whether they were good friends, or not the type of people I'd hang out with. I have a ton of fun memories this year.
There were some positive and negative memories I had in my first year in BSGE. A positive memory I had was when I went to Lounge Night. It was an awesome night with people dancing and loud music. There was a lot of good music, and the band was good and it was an awesome night with my friends. A second positive memory I had was when Ms. Nikkolos treated my elective class all donuts and drinks at Dunkin Donuts.