...Worst Days of My Life A simple life has a different meaning and value for everyone. Life is beautiful, but not always easy, it has problems too, and the challenge lies in facing them with courage, letting the beauty of life act like a balm, which makes the pain bearable, during trying times, by providing hope. I myself experienced a lot of bad days. I may say that because people are more negative, or better to say we remember negative things better than the positive ones. We may handle same problems and facts about life differently, not only because people are different but also it depends on the place, and time the action is taken. One of my worst experiences in life or better to say the worst days of my life was the first year I moved to United States. It was September 9th of 2007, when my family and I went to get our visa for the USA. I remember exactly that day that my brother was standing outside of United States embassy in Turkey. He couldn’t come in because he was over twenty-one, so he was aged out from the family visa that we were supposed to get all together. Everything went well, and after the interview was done we went out to see where my brother is. He was crying outside! He always had a dream of coming to United States, and for that reason that he got aged out, he had to wait for eight more year for his dream to come true. I assume that my mom had the worst day of her life, that she can come to United States, but her son can’t, and has to wait for eight more...
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...Itself” I will never forget the day when one of my worst nightmares became a comical reality. It started out as any normal Friday the Thirteenth, or so I had thought. For my sense of time had completely been forgotten. Beep! Beep! Beep! This was the annoying sound of my alarm clock that I would wake up too every morning. I used to dread this sound but lately, it was like a gift from God. I had been restless the past couple of nights—tossing and turning about my bed. I would have dreams, no, horrible nightmares of performing in front of a large crowd and just freeze. I was not able to move nor was I able to speak. I would just stand there in front of what seemed like the whole world and sob. This sounds like an exaggerated case of stage fright only, it was not. I had never experienced anything of the sort. I would enter stage left, cross downstage, and then begin to recite my self-published, might I add, monologue to my peers and professors. About a good four minutes in, the lights would start to flicker. It did not bother me at first, but it continued. Eventually, the lights shut off completely. The only light remaining was the ghost light placed at center stage behind me. Suddenly, an eerie fog made its way through the cracks under the doors and in the walls. Everyone in the audience seemed to twist into a sick-like, monstrous mutation. Their faces went from laughter and serenity to anger and despair. Even their bodily appearances had changed. They grew horns out of their bodies...
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...different in many ways. I will explain through the messages and quotes of a protested poem, how America isn’t what it used to be. Everything will revolve around a poem called “Let America be America Again”`, by: Langston Hughes. “Let America be America again. - Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain. - Seeking a home where he himself is free. Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed - Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme - That any man be crushed by one above.” In this section the author is introducing the idea that America isn’t what it used to be. America was simple a great dream like pioneers on the plain. It seems like the author is saying that America has changed to something that is unfamiliar and new to society. America was a place of love and romance; a place where no king was up to schemes or no man was better than another. “O, let my land be a land where Liberty - Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, - Equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, - Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")” By the author saying “let my land be a land where Liberty – Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath”. The author is saying give everyone the opportunity to live the American way and not have double standards for certain race or groups of people. Let Americans live the good American way without judgments...
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...“CHOOT your dream has finally come true. We are going hunting tomorrow” my father informed as he came home. Yes it was the time when I could see my father in action and how good of a hunter he actually was. I was very excited as it was going to be my first hunting experience. We had planned to hunt wild geese in a place called Baloki. The next morning a thrill of anticipation ran through me as I opened my eyes. I quickly packed up and saw my father preparing all the huge guns for the hunt. So we finally departed from Lahore for Baloki. The way my brother and cousins had described the place made me eager to go there. That is why I had been irritating everyone by asking “Are we there yet.” After two hours we finally reached the river bank. When I saw it there were no words to describe it. It was as beautiful as heaven. There was a river bank from where you could see the blue water of the magnificent river Ravi. So after unloading our cars we finally setup camp and it was finally time to rest our legs. After a few hours of rest we took out our guns and started skeet shooting. I was very impressed by everyone’s aim. And I was even more lucky when my father came up to me and handed me the gun. As I held the gun I could feel my heart pump faster and faster. I had felt this extreme sensational feeling which was out of this world. Then I finally pulled the trigger. I missed the shot but still it was the first time I ever held a gun in my hand. I felt more of a man rather than a boy...
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...Dreams Do Come True Adopted from Russia, moved to the United States, abused by foster father, paralyzed, and still found happiness. Drama is the main key to this movie. More Than Chance is often a movie that would be passed and ignored. If people watched it, they would look at life in a new perspective. More Than Chance is a great movie to see. It has a great story, shows a profound message, keeps the watchers attention, and has good overall quality. The main point of this movie is the real life story of ten years old Kelsey Minick. She was adopted from Russia, and moved to the United States when she was two years’ old. After only a few months of being adopted, the father picked her up and snapped her spine and paralyzed her because she was being noisy and wouldn’t stop. The father went to jail and the mother couldn’t keep her. She was left without a home in the United States. One couple, Caroline and Paul Mihalic saw the story on the news. They had to fight long and hard to be able to care for Kelsey, but eventually won. Kelsey’s dream was to be a ballerina in the Nutcracker even with her wheelchair. She met a teenager named Melissa Preston and becomes really good friends. Kelsey inspired both Melissa and herself to pursue their dreams. The message is important to show if it is truly a drama movie. The message from this movie shows that there are truly great people in this world who want to make sure that others have the great life that they deserve. Just like Caroline...
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... Growing up like any other kid I had dreams, goals and a future, I could have been anything in life I wanted to be. All those dreams got shattered when I got introduce to alcohol and drugs. Welcome to addiction a disease that will destroy dreams, hope, family, careers and oneself. After twenty years of trials and tribulation it took a letter from my daughter to open my eyes and to lead me to recovery. My room was a four by eight cell, with concrete walls and a steel gate for a door. After two prison terms totaling twelve years of my life in here you would think I’d be tired of this kind of life and here I sit waiting to go back to prison. My gate got cracked open it was mail call, everybody’s favorite part of the day were we silently pray our names are called. It was my lucky day. I look at the front of the letter; it was from my daughter which put a smile on my face. I hurry back to my cell to lock back in waiting for that metal gate to come slamming shut; it’s a sound you never get used too. My daughter just turned twelve, twenty seven days ago. I got locked up shortly after her birthday. This was the first letter I received from her since I got locked up. As I sat there on my bunk reading her letter tears started running down my cheeks, a sense of guilt , shame, anger, all these emotions hit me head on put the letter down I couldn’t read no more and I just sat there tears flowing, my thoughts going crazy, thinking about my life and were I went wrong. I pick...
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...Cloning humans? No longer a dream. Madness in the major hospital of New York because of a very special birth. From the beginning of the Industrial Revolution to the first man on the moon nothing seemed impossible for humans. There seemed to be no limits. However, once the greatest of scientists had failed a large number of experiments, we had started to believe that we would never be able to clone humans. Now finally after many years of hard work and struggling, a baby boy was born today. His name is David Jonas and he is the first ever cloned human. The streets in front of the New York hospital are crowded with people shouting, singing and dancing. One whole avenue and 7 streets have been blocked from traffic coming in. The hospital is surrounded by police officers blocking any entrance. Dr Zavos had asked us, BBC, to join him inside just minutes after the boy was born. He had been allowed to attend to whole process of giving birth by a woman named Sarah. She had been appointed as the first woman to ever carry a cloned human due to her excellent health conditions and life style. We unfortunately weren't allowed in the room but we were told that she went through labour without much trouble or pain and she is in a stable situation. “Finally we can start moving on in the world. The numbers of infertility have increased enormously over the last 20 years. We were starting to run out of solutions and people were losing hope. This is one of the biggest advancements in technology...
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...Dear Diary, This has been the most wonderful night in my whole life. The party was splendid and everyone’s costumes were amazing! I really loved it, but I have never felt so much excitement and thrill before. I have suddenly realized that you, my little diary, are the only one I can confide to. And I must confess, I believe I am in love. I know it is sudden and I have never been like this before but this time it feels different. When Romeo speaks my heart beats faster, but I have only known him for one night. He is charming and funny, and manages to blow me off my feet in one night. But I fear the worst is upon us, as the rumor is that a Montague was at the party. Could it be that fair Romeo is a Montague? I hope not, or we could never be together. I feel as if the relationship has gone so quickly, as if we have missed some sort of metaphorical chapter, but it feels right. I am fearful that Romeo does not truly love me, as my feelings for him are pure and true. I have no idea what these feelings are, they just fill my head with numerous ideas… so many I cannot write all of them on paper. Romeo kissed me at the ball, but we had only spoken for a minute. I had noticed him before but the moment he came near me I knew it would be him. He is the love of my life! I hope he feels the same way. But what if Romeo doesn’t? What if I was just another one, and he would leave me and I would be heartbroken, unable to do anything. I can’t take that chance; I will talk to him tomorrow...
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...My losing brother I was only six years old when it happened, but I remember it like it was yesterday. It was early one summer's morning. Daddy came into our bedroom without a sound and sat down at the edge of my bed. He didn't look like Daddy at all. He looked so small and scrunched up, like a crumpled piece of paper. For a long time my two older sisters and I sat there in our pyjamas, nervously looking at each other and waiting in silence for him to speak. Finally, in a strange strangled whisper, he told us that my brother, my sweet little Sam, had died last night in his sleep The sounds of screaming filled the room. But I...I just froze. I didn't cry. I couldn't cry. No! A voice screamed inside my head. Sam! Sam! You wouldn't leave me! You wouldn't! Above the cries I could hear Daddy telling us that Sam had gone to a better place where he wasn't sick anymore; he was happy there. But I refused to believe him. Sam was happy here with me! He loved me and I loved him. I knew it was all a horrible dream. I would wake up soon and run straight to Sam. I would see him lying in his bed and I would hold his hand and kiss his cheeks and love him forever. Even though Sam was only four, almost two years younger than me, and even though he had a disease called Tay Sachs and couldn't speak or laugh or play, he was my very best friend in the whole world. Every day while he lay in bed I would sit with him for hours, stroking his soft cheeks and singing him songs. Daddy said he was like...
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...Return to Neverland They say that Disneyland is a place where all your dreams come true and as a seven year old girl, my dreams did come true. One can never expect the sights and sounds that emanate from this massively giant unknown world I was about to enter. As I walked past the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse and through the walkway of Cinderella’s castle, I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as if a bass drum was my brain and being pounded with excitement. Going back as a nineteen year old was just as exciting. In some ways it was better. I felt like a little girl again. I was able to remember a lot more. The scenery was much the same. The flower bed of Mickey’s face was just as beautiful as I remembered it to be. The crowds and the heat were about the same although I don’t remember it ever feeling like I was in a 105 degree sauna all day long. Both times that I went to Disneyland, I felt like royalty. I felt as if nothing in the world mattered except that I was with my family and I was having the time of my life. I don’t remember not liking any of the rides except Its A Small World. I couldn’t stand it. It is about a thirteen minute ride and I wanted to get off after the first five minutes. Being tall for my seven year old age, my knees hit the seat in front of me and I felt like I was being scrunched into the fetal position, with my knees up to my chest making it hard to breathe. The ride played the same music over and over again in different languages...
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...A Raisin in the Sun is a play written by Lorraine Hansberry that debuted March 11, 1959. This play is written about an African-American family that is living in Chicago in the midst of prejudice times and are barely holding on. From start to finish, we see the characters change not by choice but because they realized they had to. The genre of the play is definitely a tragedy that ends with a turn of events to create a happy ending. The tone of the play is not consistent for the most part. The Younger family struggled for most of their lives and as many did the Youngers faced prejudice obstacles, especially when it came to trying to better their lives such as Beneatha tries to do by going into the medical world. The main protagonists in A...
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...hearts Put them in a drawer Everybody here was someone else before And you can want who you want Boys and boys and girls and girls Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York Like any great love It keeps you guessing Like any real love It’s ever changing Like any true love It drives you crazy But you know you wouldn’t change Anything, anything, anything… Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York Taylor Swift "Blank Space" lyrics [Verse 1] Nice to meet you Where you been? I could show you incredible things Magic, madness, heaven, sin Saw you there and I thought oh my god Look at that face, you look like my next mistake Love's a game, wanna play New money, suit and tie I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny rumors fly And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dying to see how this one ends Grab your passport and my hand I could make the bad guys good for a weekend [Pre-Chorus] So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in...
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... A trip I will never forget, will my trip to Paris in 2012. Imagine a boy with 16 years old, that his parents gave the opportunity to go to the old continent, alone. This trip will ever a dream come true. I was so happy and excited to go to France I did my suitcase, weeks before leaving the country. The feel of knowing that I was going to spend one month without the responsibility of telling at what time I arrived home to my parents was something incredible. The catch behind this amazing trip, was that I had to attend to French classes, from Monday to Friday, from 9:00-12:00pm, and I didn’t see this so complicated. My journey began on July 26, 2012, taking a night flight from Santo Domingo to Paris. That flight was one of the worst of my life, the feeling of being in the middle of two people who don’t know for more than eight hours, was something that irritated me and made me feel uncomfortable. Even though I had a bad flight, my welcome to the city of lights wasn’t pleasant, the cold it was killing me since I left the airport. But I have to admit something, since taking on the bus, I could immediately see the beauty of a city that I never thought of visiting, the order of society and the traffic is something worth to see, green areas were almost completely clean and you could say that the word“trash”didn’t exist. In a month, a lot of things can be done. But there are some things that you can’t miss if you're in Paris, so from my first week I started to visit the most...
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...Frankenstein I would like to introduce a theory on the characters based on the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley R. What I would like to introduce is the parallel lines that run through these characters Walton, Victor Frankenstein, and the Creature. Mary Shelleys Frankenstein is a novel that was written for a contest between her and her peers, a contest was to see who could write the most telling tale of fright. Mary, who was the youngest t and had never put pen to paper in this manner, took to the challenge. The story told by her impressed one of her friends Percy Shelly and being of some affluence had the book published. The story that was told begins at the end of Victor Frankenstein's life where he is found in the farthest reaches North in to the cold and icy waters chasing some unknown figure. At the same time which appears to be by coincidence he is rescued by an explorer on a quest of glory. Victor agrees to board the explorers boat to recover his strength and will so he can continue his chase of the unknown figure. While aboard the explorers ship Victor befriends the explorer and they begin to trust each other and talk to each other. This novel at the surface appears to be like many others that have been written some I have read some I have not but, upon, much reading and re-reading the novel I have discovered something that I have found very fascinating Is this a tale of one man, two or three. We meet Walton the first character introduced...
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...face the biggest obstacle of my life, which also happens to be so central to my identity now. A perfect family, parents who provide unconditional love and acceptance, safety in one’s home-all of these things are expectations of society and outsiders often think that my success must stem from these things, but I know this is not always the case. Rejected by my family, I have found the strength to stay true to myself, complete my rigorous secondary education with honors, and remain resilient despite the hardships I have faced. My whole life it has been evident, although sometimes not always to me, that I was different. As I grew older, I began to realize what was ‘different’ about me. Something so small and miniscule in my eyes seemed to bother other immensely. Ironically enough this measly thing was something, I felt, I couldn’t discuss with any one, not even my own mother. I bit my tongue and endured through the physical pain of boys shoving me down in the dirt, the emotional pain of the name calling which seemed to hurt more, and worst of all the pain of hiding who I am from my friends and my family. So everyday in school was a battle, I became introverted due to the pain stricken within me by other students. I didn’t want to tell anybody how I felt and I wasn’t able to focus in my classes without worrying about someone trying to poke fun at me for who I am, which drastically effected my grades. When I received my progress report and saw my grades, I realized others and...
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