My Best Day Ever

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    Power in Hollywood-Autobiography

    could remember I always had stars in my eyes as bright as diamonds are. When I was in 4th grade I formed a group called the California Girls and each member had their own special “Hollywood “name. My Hollywood name was Debbie Ruby. I now know looking back, it sounds like a porn star name. But that was me at the ripe young age of 10 not knowing what went behind all that glitz and glamour I had seen on television growing up. In the 6th grade year book, right next to my picture beside ‘what do you want

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    Balancing Studies

    participate in. My biggest stress has to do with communicating effectively with my ex. I am going through a massive parenting battle with him involving my two youngest children. Two years ago, my ex, Jamie, found some loop hole in the system and was granted full custody. This event alone still haunts me and is the foundation of my daily struggles to handle stress. Just this past September, I was able to finally see my boys. Once again, the time lost is and I fear will always add to my overload of stress

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    Cha Cha

    Beneficiary/ies: The amount of insurance in force at the time of death and not exceeding the maximum amount specified therein shall be made payable to my Creditor (the Primary Beneficiary) __________________________________________ and applied accordingly to reduce or extinguish my obligation. Any excess amount of insurance shall be granted to my secondary beneficiary/ies, which will share equally and are revocable unless indicated otherwise in the “REMARKS” column. Relationship Remarks Name of Secondary

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    Confidence

    much of it until one day I heard the words that would change my innocent image of myself into one that I saw as horrid and imperfect. The words that came out of my own mothers mouth, “Mira esto que tienes aqui, necesitas perder de peso Kendra no te miras bien.” Whats those words meant, for those who don’t know Spanish, is, “Look at this you have here, you need to lose weight Kendra, you don’t look good.” My own mother was judging me. I was never the heaviest in my family. My brother, who was 15 at

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    Personal Narrative Analysis

    place where I never been to. All my non-Hispanic friends think I am a “taco lover who only listens to mariachi”, to them I am just Mexican. On the other hand, all my Hispanic friends think I'm Colombian. In the past 3 years, I have experienced more changes than ever before. Because of this, I was forever to come out of my comfort zone and find something that would calm me. Music became my remedy for hard times. When I needed it the most, the only thing that could clear my mind was music. When I have felt

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    Lololololol

    me: that person was my grandfather Dennis. Grandpa Dennis was my maternal grandfather who sadly departed shortly after my eleventh birthday after enduring a five year battle with prostate cancer. His death was a devastating blow to me as I felt he was taken away from me too soon in my life. Despite that, I never forgot the every lesson and every single word of advice he gave me in my younger years before his departure. He was, to me, the wisest and most ingenious man I ever knew, and was incredibly

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    Biography

    a quote that I’ve been living for since I was 13, the age at which I made my very first step to high school. I was born in Viet Nam seventeen years ago. My country is fairly impoverished compares to America and so is my family. Due to the poverty, I was raised in a substandard community, which allowed me to witness a number of transgressions and crimes during my childhood. However, my parents are the role models of my life; they’re well-educated and high moral enough to put all of their kids

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    Funeral Narrative

    On May 25, 2016 at around 5 pm, at Gateway Church in Austinburg. It was a really warm, sunny day for it being May. Nothing had felt right. My mind was so foggy. It was the day I had to go to one of my best friends funeral. I didn’t know what to expect because i had never been to a funeral for anyone, not even any family member. I was in my car with my boyfriend driving, me in the backseat, and his friend Jaden beside me. As soon as we pulled up to the parking lot and parked, the car that had coincidentally

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    Personal Narrative: My Trip To Chicago

    down the stairs and I don't like carrying my tuba because I am not the strongest tuba player, all the other tuba players we’re six foot or taller. After we could find our way to our room into for about 10 minutes some guy told us how to get to our room. Our room had a great view of the Chicago River and Trump Tower. I slept very well that night since I was so tired. When we woke up the next day we

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    psychologically or even take a toll on them physically. This tragedy will often bring about many mixed emotions from someone, where some days will be easier than others. The isolation alone that results from being in hiding can have a major affect on a person. The Diary Of a Young Girl is a great body of work when referring to exile because Anne Frank wrote an entry every single day on the struggles of her daily life being in hiding. This book is a great representation of the worries that thousands were faced

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