My Grandfather Essay

My first time at Cedar Point It was June 6th, 2016, the end of my eighth-grade year at TKMS, I woke up, at 5:30, jumped out of bed, got dressed, ate, and yelled at my mom to get in the car, all by 6:20. But of course we weren’t even close to ready, and we didn’t even need to leave until 7:30. So after reluctantly going back inside, to pack a spare pair of clothes, sunscreen, and our tickets (which we almost forgot), we were finally ready to go and it was already 7:40, “MOM!!!” I yelled…

breeze making my hair stand on end. My breath was sparse, and I was begging in my mind that they won’t come near. My dark hair was in my eyes, blocking my vision, but it didn’t matter because my eyes were shut as tight as I could get them. “Don’t… come…. n-near,” I whispered half for self-comfort and half to try to get them away. The wind…

me. My eyes widen, I was outnumbered and Ken never taught me how to shoot a gun. I smiled to myself, I guess this is it. “TAMURA, DUCK, NANODAYO!” I dropped to the ground as the 4 men were shot at their legs and fell to the ground. Guards dragged them away as the rainbow hair color gang appear and Akashi grabbed me, “You dumbass! I told you stay in the carriage! Do you know how dangerous that was! It doesn't matter if you can fight, you would died if Midorima wasn't there!” Tears pricked my…

The dusty debris clouded my feet as I moved through the ruins of the neighborhood. The pungent smell of the blood overwhelmed my nostrils, and my eyes watered partly from the effect of the dust and primarily from the overwhelming sadness and fury that warred inside of me. The once polished commercial buildings were wrecked; broken windows, crumbled pieces of the wall, and gang graffiti served as evidence of the disaster that struck this neighborhood. Silence ran throughout the area, and no human…

Product: Our event was called “Kingflix,” and it was an event in which you could come and watch a throwback episode of the hit 90s sitcom, Friends on the projector while eating snacks. We provided chips, cookies, popcorn and soda for all our guests, including snack packs for those who were fasting. We also held four raffle draws in which you could win a Raptors cap, mink lashes or Lindor’s chocolate. We also provided the audience with a small yet informative announcement on what the Me2 Movement…

The novel, My Antonia by Willa Cather is about a young immigrant girl and her experiences though life. Since Antonia is an immigrant, she has to mature quicker than the other townspeople. Considering she has to mature briefly, she learns copious life lessons. She has to learn that members of her society will try to take advantage of her trusting personality. In addition she learns that rising above challenges is how she will advance in life. Equally important she learns that she needs to work…

It is a name that I hold dear to my heart because it carries the love of my ancestors. My Hawaiian heritage is the first thing someone sees when they look at me and the first thing that is spoken when they utter my name. My father has taught me to be proud of my unique Hawaiian culture and to live up to it. Throughout my life, I have been the minority in many ways. For most people, I am the face of my religion and race: I have the privilege to show them who my ancestors are and what they stood…

In Cather’s book ‘My Antonia’, she writes through the eyes of Jim Burden. Cather, throughout the book, expresses her admiration for Antonia’s charisma and tenacity with Jim’s ongoing inquisition about Antonia. One characteristic that Jim writes about that expresses his admiration for Antonia, was her harmony with her friends and close acquaintances. Any person who got to know Antonia loved her willingness to work and care for the less fortunate. “I could not imagine Antonia’s living for a week…

My Antonia is a story that takes place in the late eighties and early nighties in Nebraska, based on time of change in America. This story showcases the struggle of an immigrant through the eyes of a privileged white male. To further understand the story one must first know a bit about the author and the context of the book. Published in 1918 Willa Cathers, Author of My Antonia has published 12 novels in her lifetime making her an accomplished author. Although born in Virginia she has strong…

the darkest crevices in my mind. Divorce! The word to me seems so grotesque and evil; however this cruel word became a reality for me when I was sixteen years old. Family has been always one of the most important aspects in my life, my life and the world as I knew it died. Nevertheless, I still find myself wishing my parent’s were back together, I understand that it is selfish to wish this, but I can’t help but close my eyes and imagine this image of my mom, my sister and my dad all living…