Instilled in every human’s essence, competitiveness has built mankind’s world. Mankind has made competitiveness the backbone to success. The amount of power the single quality/word, compete, has is unlike any other. How this word is relevant in every situation in my life is extraordinary. In order for me to even become a human, sperm had to compete to fertilize the egg. However, situations like those are generic and required for every life. My life has used this word to a much greater extent.
Meaning of the Sea in latin and Sunshine in France, my name has come to represent a variety of things. To most, it is unknown, never having seen it before. A strange and exotic word. To me, Maren is an energy or a spirit. It represents who I am.
I love a lot of different words from the English language, but the one that is my absolute favorite is the word “exquisite”. I love the word exquisite because it is its definition; extremely beautiful. The word exquisite is an adjective, and its technical definition is: of special beauty or charm, or rare and appealing excellence, as a face, a flower, coloring, music, or poetry. I love this word for its definition also because I am interested in all of the things that are mentioned in its explanation.
Over the past few months nothing has been on my mind quite so much as what I am going to do next year, let alone the rest of my life. College has been a constant in the lunchroom, at coffee shops, in the hallways, a small talk topic, and even everyone at my work who is able to start a conversation. I feel no particular inclination to go to university. I want to learn more and I enjoy it, but I am not going for myself, at least that is not how it feels right now living at home and going to a pretentious high school.
With death, disappearance, riots, and abuse being reported whenever someone turns on the news, a happy story is a breath of fresh air. Crisp and refreshing. You know what else is refreshing? Coca Cola. This summer, Coca Cola released a new logo for their Diet, Zero calorie, and regular Coke drinks that incorporated one of 250 pre-determined names on a single twenty ounce bottle.
2014 has been filled with monumental events that range from tragic to dumbfounding. Some have occurred on other continents and some right here in the United States, but all are known across the world. Of all these events few have actually had a personal effect on me. Actually it was the effect the event had on other people that erupted reactions that would then affected me.
This poem was interesting. In the beginning of the poem it made me think of a story that is happening. In the fourth line it was confusing and hard to understand because of the word live-in. What does that means. My teacher Kiran thought that the line means the person boyfriend couch. The first stanza of the poem describe so much that it gave me so many images. Like when it says "bald spot shines upward" that reminds me of the dean in my middle school with a shiny bald head, shining when the light hits it.
I find that in some ways society the high school does reflect society in the real world. I feel that while the high school society is much more small and condensed than the real world's, they are both essentially the same thing. Each both have the same types of people, those into sports, those into fashion, and those into things you would think were very odd. When it comes down it, everyone in the 'real world' society has been through high school so everyone belongs to some sort of group or clique whether you know it or not.
I can't sing or draw. I don't write poetry or song lyrics. I can't compose music. I'm not crafty or good with my hands. There are so many skills and opportunities that others have for personal expression that I don't have. However, I have my own methods. When I really need to get something off my chest, especially if it involves feeling angry or frustrated with another person, I'll write them a letter (actually, an email nowadays), but I won't send it.
My first choice is bullying. This is a very personal matter to me. I have been bullied by many people throughout my school life. This year is one of the worst for both physical and cyber bullying. There isn’t much admins can do to stop even if they try. It will still continue. I don’t believe anyone is doing anything about it or making it stop.
January 25th, 2013. I’m on my “straight guy” Facebook profile. I check the news feed and see many posts about my dad saying “Hope you feel better” and “God please help him”. To me he was sick, so I ask my mom why everyone was so worried. She told me that my dad was in the hospital which got me even more worried. She told me that he was not feeling very well. I was convinced by my own mind that he was going to heal from the sickness I was told he had.
Last piece of memory left by my grandfather. I can’t remember his face nor the time spent with him. But only the soothing sweet sound of the harmonica I was given. The smooth metallic harmonica had this futuristic feel to it. But that not what attracted it me to this instrument. It was the feeling I got when I blew a simple gust of wind into each chamber.
I believe nothing is impossible to a willing heart.
When I was young, my Mom taught me a lot of Chinese idioms. The one that made the biggest impression on me was — “Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.” I couldn't understand what my Mom wanted me to know until I was in this situation of learning to play the piano.
I think that the only highlight of my experience with Hurricane Sandy were these photos. Who in the right mind poses in front of a damaged car? The owner must be extremely upset, let alone the fact that some random guys took pictures in front of it. I feel ever so lucky to not have my parent's car damaged and our apartment, too. I fear that recovery will take long into the winter season, for the people who are without homes. I hope that we New Yorkers will weather this storm.
“The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything” –Albert Einstein. We all see things that we know are wrong, but we don’t always say anything about it. Either because we’re scared, or not sure what to do about it. BUt we are capable of knowing what is right and what is wrong, but what's the use if we don't stop what's wrong? The wrong would become the normal.
Life is a diamond. It’s extremely precious and every single one is unique. Yet, not everyone realizes it; they are too engrossed in their prized possession to even care. People are taking far too many things for granted, influencing the younger generation to perceive the world in this fashion. I believe that we should be grateful for everything they have; no matter how big or small it is. I had known this as a result of an incident that occurred to me as a little girl.
In America, we are given our freedom. Personal choice is a political issue in our country, however. To me, I kind of find that hypocritical for the reason that we do have our freedom, therefore we have our freedom of choice. Same sex marriage, for example, is found to be wrong by some people, but I think it should be up to the two people that love each other no matter what. It shouldn't be up to outsiders. If we aren't given freedom of choice for something like that, then can we really consider ourselves free? We should be free to love how we want.