...By now, I’ve moved four times in my life. I am still in contact with the friends that I’ve made all over the world. There is a first time for everything though, and the first time I moved to a different country was an extremely nerve-wracking experience for me. I was only eight years old, and one day, my mom announced that we would be moving to China for a few years. I didn’t know what life would be like there; I just knew we would be flying to a place far away. At the time, I didn’t understand the concept of having to fit in with a new community, so my only concern was not being able to see my friends in Vancouver ever again. I had had the same friends for my entire life, and I wasn’t prepared to leave them. I was only in the third grade, but nevertheless, I cared about my friends very much and was extremely reluctant to cut off all connections with them. When I left, I cried a river, and I was as miserable as a cat standing alone in the rain. Then, I was introduced to my first cellphone. I hadn’t known that there was a way to keep in contact with someone when they were on the other side of the world. This was a huge surprise to me, and I was ecstatic. Immediately, I asked my mom to contact my friends, my phone wouldn’t stop dancing on the table from all the vibrations. I couldn’t help but feel extremely foolish for thinking I would be leaving everything back in Vancouver forever. Now, when I move to a different place, I’m not as worried that I would be losing my friends...
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...When your senior year is coming to an send and you are getting ready to venture off to college, it can seem intimidating. High school is a safe and familiar place to most people. This makes it hard to think about moving away to college, which is new and unfamiliar. There are a few differences between the two, but nothing that can not be overcome. One major difference in college is that you have to manage your own time. You don't go in every class five days a week, so that can make it harder to keep track of your work. In high school you homework that is due the next day, but in college you have assignments that can be due a whole week from when it is given. Learning how to manage your time and not procrastinate is probably the hardest battle...
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...Moving Away To be perfectly honest I don’t remember exactly what day it was that I first figured out I was moving, but I remember the feeling. My parents had called me down from my room with grave expressions on their faces as they told me, and my brother that we were moving to Iowa. I was first in disbelief thinking this was some kind of cruel joke, but the punchline never came. There was a sinking pit in my stomach as I the truth revealed, and I ran to my room crying. Soon we put our house for sale in December, and we drove to Dewitt, Iowa to search for a new home. We started with our first house, but instantly disliked it. We moved onto two more houses, and still had no luck finding a house that suited our needs. The realtor than told...
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...Daniela Escudero Eng-101 Prof. David Schleicher Narrative Essay 5/27/2014 Moving to America Transformed My Life In the past I came across many changes but leaving my country was the toughest change in my life. I had to learn how to live away from people I love and how to start a new life in a new country. Immigration is a life changing experience; learning a new language, adapting to the culture and lifestyle changes are all strenuous things that were thrown at me once I became a part of this country. Even though moving away from my family and friends was a difficult decision, it changed my live for a better. It taught me how to deal with change, how to become an independent and responsible person, and how to feel this country my home. I never imagined living in another country. I remember as it was yesterday when my mom said, “Daniela, I know you do not want to leave Colombia but I have to take you with me, you are my youngest child and I will not let you here” I started arguing with her, saying that how she could do that to me when I already had plans to start college and that I was happy in my country but at the end I gave up and decided to come to America. It was February 10th, 2010, when I left Colombia and was forced to leave my friends, my grandmother, my school, my language and culture to move to this big new country to start a new life. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my mom and sister and friends...
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...The world has a habit of lecturing me that I need to “live in the moment” and “appreciate my family and cherish my values” like it’s a new concept. Everyone knows to be thankful for the moment, but it gets hard to do that when the moment keeps oozing away in the first place. That’s what get’s me frustrated. I keep thinking that I just want there to be a big red pause button. Have you ever just wanted to pause time itself, but keep it going as well? As if the moment keeps going, but never ends at the same time? A big red pause button for a blissful limbo. Except that’s not possible, so we as humans have developed a second-handed way to replay a moment again and again in our mind - memories. I never manage to properly remember, though. There’s always a face that’s faded or the way the...
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...I could not sleep. I was ready and prepared to leave. I was done with my parents. Done with shouting, munching noises, and overall uncomfortableness. Staring at the ivory ceiling, I pictured myself with friends on the beach of Bali as the soft white sand tickles our feet. For the first time, I would go on a trip without my family. As I silently went over my packing list for the millionth time, I slowly fell asleep. Yes, goodbye to embarrassing family trips. Growing up in a second-generation entrepreneurial family, parental affection was an issue. With a father constantly traveling between continents and an overly strict mother, my childhood was not filled with warm embraces and bedtime stories. I was loaded with extracurricular activities since kindergarten, from piano to drawing classes to Chinese calligraphy. These were "jobs" to me where I was required to sit for hours on end, trying to fulfill my parents' expectations and bearing reprimands when I failed. Love was a distant word, and family vacations seemed meaningless because of the uneasiness that filled every moment. This time, travelling was different. With a flexible schedule, I was able to visit places that my parents would never go. From flea markets to acrobat shows, my friends and I diverged from tourist attractions to experience local life in Bali. I also encountered a trapeze team that performed nightly shows at our hotel, and since then, my life perspective had somewhat changed. It was almost midnight, and my eyelids...
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...Just a few months ago my best friend moved away. We were not expecting to see each other for four months. I had a difficult time not having her around and was depressed for the first few weeks she was gone. Weeks had passed and my sadness was starting to leave. Then one day she came back to Pennsylvania to surprise me. That week at school I had loads of homework and numerous test to go with them. Along with the overwhelming amounts of work there was also a tough week of volleyball. Our team was preparing for a big tournament. Once Friday of that week came around I just wanted to go home and sleep. Instead of sleeping my mother made me clean our house, and to not make any plans for the weekend. She had been acting so unusual but I...
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...Georgia didn’t know where the neighbors were. Maybe they were hiding away in their houses, scared. Who knew. She didn’t have time to worry about them right now. To her surprise, the cop car skidded to a stop right in front of her house. Georgia waited, thinking it would be better not to drive away right now. But her instincts were telling her to just drive and not...
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...his mother and his eyes is gazing all over her body. "Mom trow away the condom. I want to fuck you bear back and shoot my seed inside you! Beside, protection ruin all the fun. You don't mind if I fill you up, right?" Martha thew the condom on the floor. Some part of her knew this is socially wrong, but Martha's mind struggle to rationalize -why she needs to agree with David. "It's fine, I suppose we can do things without protection. The chance of me getting pregnant today is high, but it's a not a guarantee. I'll just keep my fingers cross and hope I don't end up pregnant." Even though she agrees to fuck her son without protection. She gives out an uncertain look towards David. Her mind struggle, she know this isn't about risk anymore. Especially when she's in middle of her cycle and there's an ovum residing deep within her uterus. Just the thought of her own son's sperm fertilizing her oven with the same family-genetics, sicken her tremulously. David push the tip of his cock in his mother's vagina and grin evilly. "Mom, I'm going to fuck your needy cunt. Any last words?" There's a terrified expression in Martha's face. It's too much responsibility to have another baby, let alone bear her own son's child. "Mommy not safe, I don't think this is a good idea, David." Tears flowing down her cheeks, as she spoke. The fearful expression on his mother's face, only arouse him further. David slam his cock all away to her cervix and rested comfortably there for a few seconds before...
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...Hayao Miyazaki attained global acclaim for both Princess Mononoke, released in the United States in 1999, and Spirited Away, released throughout North America three years later. These films are clearly products of the same visionary; each film presents a protagonist of strong will and sound ethic and, in each case, he or she is forced to embark on an epic journey. Both films were very successful in Japan; however, although both were critically acclaimed in the United States, only Spirited Away saw continued box-office success. In order to explain the disparity between these films’ earnings, I will discuss the different approaches, which these films take, to the theme of duality. Naturally, the idea of a double nature is unsettling. However, whereas Spirited Away addresses this theme in a way that invigorates and provides closure, Princess Mononoke leaves the audience feeling uncertain. In order to understand the disparity between these films’ earnings, one must examine not only thematic differences between these films, but also patterns among high-grossing films in the United States. In other words, what are American audiences looking for, which Spirited Away offers and Princess Mononoke does not? When reviewing the history of box-office successes in the United States, one becomes aware of an unfortunate truth: that there is little correlation between what viewers recognize as ‘good cinema’ and what they will pay to see. So what is the formula for a box office success...
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..." Angie go get the rest of your boxes from the truck" my mom said when she saw I was sitting down of the floor doing nothing. "Why did we have to move mom ?" I asked in whinny tone. Today was our first day in our new apartment and I was not happy at all about moving especially in the middle of the school year. " You're going to get used to it fast now stop whining and start unpacking " she told me in a warning tone then got back to what she was doing. Today was just not a great day for me and nothing could change that. My brother heavily lifted and carried the bigger boxes that were too big and heavy for my mom and me . I anxiously waited for this day to end. I was in the kitchen taking a drink of water waiting for my mom and brother to finish setting up the furniture. I didn't really want to stand...
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...Imagine waking up to sounds of boxes being moved around and your parents telling you to help put stuff away because they are kicking you out of the motel. Having a stable life with my parents was unheard of; until my mother passed that my brother and I moved with my older sister. Once I moved with my sister it was like a whole new world. The change to a stable environment transformed my life. Most children would brag about their parents’ great job and how they would get whatever they pleased. I was nowhere near proud of their occupation. My mother and father would go around Miami knocking down coconuts from trees and selling them to shops illegally. The money they’d receive would be spent on drugs. Not having enough money to maintain an apartment; we would usually stay in motels. Every night I’d pray to god to make sure my mom won’t get beat so we would not have to call the cops again. My mother getting beat wasn’t anything new, until one night that we left to my grandmother’s house after the beating that we last saw my father. My mother kept her breast cancer a secret, it had spread to the rest of her body; she dead two years after she got diagnosed....
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...Why people are moving away from the north (Mezzogiourno) In the southern part of Italy out migration is common, this is due to push factors. A push factor is a reason for a individual or a collective to leave an area. One of these ‘push factors’ is climate. In the south of Italy the climate is not and dry, drought is common. The average temperature in summer is 28c+. The hot and dry weather is partly caused by the sirocco wind from the Sahara, it brings with it hotter weather and sand storms as well as extremely dry weather. In winter the climate is completely different, with and average temp of 0c – 4c cold, windy, rainy, snow and sometimes even sleet. Winter brings the mistral wind witch brings precipitation ( all of the above ), there can also be floods and land slides. Because the climate goes both ends of the scale, cold and hot, Farming/ agriculture very hard. In summer there is too much sun and not enough rain, in winter there is rain but not enough sun. crops need both to grow. The soil is dry and sandy, sand on top and clay underneath. The soil is awful for growing crops and when it rains the soil gets eroded (Washed away) , taking with it all the seeds. The only was to fix this is to plow the other way, this is very dangerous. The highest percentage of work in the south is farming / agriculture because there is little industry in such a rural part of Italy and companies don’t invest here. Companies don’t invest hear because communication is difficult and transport...
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...I’m eight years old the first time my mom and I move. My mom and dad have fallen in love again, so we’re now living together as a family. It comes easy; I make friends on the first day and I admire my teacher. As years pass, I join intramurals and I develop my own group of friends. My family lives happily. My mom loses her job and asks for a divorce. We move. When I reach seventh grade I have moved twice more. I have another group of friends and we feel like adults at twelve years old. We do everything together and discover the fun in sleepovers. We create bonds. I move. I move with a friend this time. Our moms’ scrape up enough money to put a roof over our heads. I think this is cool, living with a friend, just like in the movies. I don’t care that I’ve moved because I have so much that is familiar. We pretend we’re sisters and go to our first concert together. I move. I start high school with people I don’t know. I start high school classes in rooms I can’t find. My mom and I rent a room from a man I don’t know, but it’s the only place we can find, so we settle. We try to ignore the beer cans and the yelling. We turn up the TV and shut the door; except the next morning, everything is a mess. I’m fourteen years old: I’m scared. We move. This time I know where I am. I’m living with my friend again, but a year has passed and she’s gone to a gifted program. I’m still in my first year of high school, but faces have changed and I don’t remember anyone, nor do they remember...
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...Connection and Web Evolution PHI 339 One piece of art that I really like is called Acceptance vs. Rejection (Username Squish-Squash). This piece was a semi-finalist in Wacom’s 2009 Bring Your Vision to Life deviantART contest. This 2D image depicts a little girl hugging a strange creature that upon closer inspection appears to have the sad face of a pretty girl but the large, monstrous, decaying body of rejected attempts at existence. It is acknowledged to have been inspired by Hayao Miyazaki’s film, Spirited Away (2001). An open property, which I feel is appropriate and which this work incorporates, that will necessarily make every piece of art with its inclusion pleasing to me would be personal connection at a high degree. When I say that I connect/ relate to a piece of art at different degrees it is to acknowledge that I fundamentally relate to all art simply by coexisting with it and that there are also other levels of connection between that and true pleasure. The highest of these levels is elicited by a wild variety of connection “triggers” in my many different mental approaches to the artwork. For example but not exclusively, perhaps if the subject looks like me or an experience I’ve had or vividly imagined, if it’s a subject I’ve studied out of personal passion, if it tickles my brain, if it’s a brand new concept to me, if it’s a polar opposite, if it’s my current favorite color, etc. The triggers that will strike my mind are of such a range that they...
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