...After reading both articles in this week’s reading assignments I have to say that I liked the second article by Hunter Thompson better, it not only kept my attention more, but it was relatable. The author provided a real look into how Americans felt the days following the worst day in America. The author provides a powerful narrative on how his day started out normal just like every other american did, however, the events that played out on TV quickly changed that. In fact, I conclude that those events quickly changed us all. It brings me back to the events of the day and I can say that living in the United States I remember 9/11/2001 like it was yesterday. Like many Americans, I can and always will, remember where I was and what I was doing...
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...I try to forget his features but they haunt me. I sense his dark eyes following my movements from the bedside table, but I cannot bear to take the photo down, it feels like betrayal. I look at the photo. His fragile, skeletal form sinks into the armchair that lives downstairs, almost swallowing him. Sometimes I regret moving back into our house after all that's happened, but deep down my love for him still exists, even though he will never have the chance to hear me say it. I glance down at my left hand and my eyes fix on the wedding ring on my fourth finger. I don't know how to take it off. I don't know if I can sever the tie I have with him - had with him. I remember that day thirteen years ago, one of the most strenuous days of all. My...
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...My first day a school The poem describes how the little boy feels about his first school day. The boy was very nervous, maybe because he doesn't know anything about school or what school is like. I remember my first day at school, as something really special. I remember that the day before the start, I couldn't fall asleep. My anxiety hat taken over my body. The day started with my mother came into my room and woke me up, but I was already up. I had put on my prettiest clothes and I had already, the day before, made my mother braid my hair so I had curls, when I woke up. My school was 300 meters from where I lived, so I didn't have very long to go. My mother had taken he day off, so she could be there with me. When we came up to the school, where there already lots of children and parents. I clearly remember how I squeezed my mother's hand and I felt safe. The inspector said welcome and there were community singing. It was a tradition that there were community songs every year, and the inspector tell the new pupils welcome. After the songs, it was time to go into the classrooms. I was very excited to meet my new class, but I was a happy little girl, when I saw that there were two girls in my class, whom I went to nursery with. When I had found my class and everybody were together, we had to find some seats. On each table there was a note with each name on it, a juice and an apple. I went around in the classroom long before I found my name, I had to sit next to somebody named...
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...of the memory. Lucius Scipio was able to remember the names of all the people of Rome; Seneca could memorize and repeat two thousand words after hearing them once. Test Your Memory 24 If you can remember any one thing by association, you can do it with anything else. A series of tests for you to take now to indicate how limited your untrained memory is. Interest in Memory 32 The first step is to be interested in remembering names, faces, dates, figures, facts—anything, and that you have confidence in your ability to retrain them. Link Method of Memory 39 What the Link Method is. Use this method of associating ridiculous mental images with items you want to remember. Start to remember as you've never remembered before. Peg System of Memory 48 The Peg System helps you associate and remember numbers. You can learn to remember 52 items by number, in and out of order. Uses of the Peg and Link Systems 60 Start with remembering a Shopping List and Daily Errands. From this you will go on to more difficult feats. How to Train Your Observation 66 Test yourself (and your friends) on a "trick" sign. How to sharpen and develop your observation abilities. It Pays to Remember Speeches, Articles, Scripts and Anecdotes 72 How to retain the contents of a speech or script JOT delivery or use when wanted. How to memorize the complete contents of a magazine! It Pays to Remember Playing Cards 81 How to remember the lay and play of cards...
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...blissful rainy days, the kind of day where you think nothing bad could happen. Inside my home it was warm and comforting even though it was small. I was asleep when the phone rang; I knew it was going to be my sister again so I didn’t even bother to pick it up. At the time she wouldn’t stop begging me to go to America to visit her or even stay if I wanted, but I would definitely not leave the comfort of everything I had. I mean I had my husband, my family, and my life built here and I knew that going to America would mean starting all over. I remember being lost in my thoughts when I realized my husband wasn’t home, It was a little odd because at that moment I was pretty sure he didn’t have work. I decided to go look for him, I remember feeling a lost puppy who needed someone; anyone to be there to guide them. I remember looking out the window and feeling my world shatter into a million pieces. I couldn’t hear anything because my heart was beating out of my chest and the tears would...
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..."we remember when we r in need" im not quite sure buT most of us remember our friends when we need them. The same is true with our relationship to God when do we remember God? The question is not hard to answer right? Remembering God maybe in terms of pRayer, a silent pause of meditation of His word, pRaise and worShip and thanks giving. BuT among these, pRayer maybe the most common term. How do u remember Him?It lies to your own experience. BuT as an observer, these are the instances: when we are haPpy. Example are those i've seen in t.v who won on gameshows yeLLing 'thank you Lord!' buT this statement is sometimes made as an exPresSion,not coming from heart. They only recognize God for the moment. It's not no Good. Just go deeper to what i mean. Parang ganito lng, kasing simple pag nagugulat tayo o napapamura, worSt instance is,unecesSary words sometimes are exclaimed. And this is what i mean 'just an xpRession' When we are sad and in neeD: we become totaLly dependent to ourseLf. We go througH as long as we can. BuT circumstances come. When we are sad, ofcourSe God can give back smiLes buT after God does that parT, we forget that and live again. Another story is the curRent cAlamities. Flood, storm signals, threatening earthquake,etc,, Prayer brigades are spReading. Non religious pRayers becomes religious pRayers. NonbelieverS tUrn tobeliever. I mean, its not bad to pRay at times like these. In fact,it's an sPiritual work out: Exercising our relation towards...
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...The one person I look up to the most is my mother. She is a very hardworking and caring mom who is always there for me when I need her. Every time I have a problem or have a bad day, she is the person that makes everything better. I know I can trust her with anything, and to me that’s one characteristic that is very important. My mother has always given me wise advice. She has taught me so many things that will help me through life. She has always told me to stand up for what I believe in and not let others persuade me. She is always faithful and always there to listen. I know I can always count on her with anything. `One characteristic that stand out the most is her caring attitude toward us. She puts us children first in front of herself. Always making sure we are having a good day, and having food on the table when we come home. She has always helped me with school and I can remember when I was younger she would stay up all night helping me study for all my tests for school the next day. I remember a time when I was in middle school; I was having a lot of difficulty with my friends. They would constantly start drama and I would be in tears coming home from school. My mom was the one person who would give me the best advice on how to deal with the situation she would always be there to tell me everything is going to be okay. She has even helped me out with my hard breakups with boyfriends. She is the one person that knows when something is wrong. Recently, I just broke up with...
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...Today when I woke up I could not remember my dream. When I woke up, my thoughts were that I should’ve slept longer and that I should’ve done my homework earlier because it kept me up until the early hours of the morning. Thoughts: I could not remember my dream this morning when I woke up. When I woke up, I was thinking about all of the things I need to do during the day and that I have so much to do. I was also feeling very tired because I did not sleep long enough. Dream: During my dream, my friend Gabe and I were going to the supermarket to buy bagels but when we pulled into the parking lot we realized it was a super strange supermarket, it was all green. But we decided to go in and buy bagels. As we continued to walk down the isle where the bagels were, one green slime monster jumped out and started talking to me and he was distracting me while some others killed Gabe. Once I realized what happened, the others tried to attack me and as I was running away, I saw my friend Christopher so I ran up to him and tried to have him help me escape and as I started talking, he turned into a slime monster and shot a gun and right before the bullet hit me, I woke up. Dream: During my dream I was walking through a grocery store in South Africa and my dad dropped from the ceiling and I was scared because I didn’t know who it was. That’s the only part of my dream I could remember. Dream: My dream was very random last night. I dreamt that my friends dad thought I was a hamster...
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...One foot, then the other; you are almost there,” she motivates herself. I remember that day and how accomplished I felt when I reached the end of my run. I also remember when I could barely even run one mile. That was the beginning of it, the beginning of my quest to live a healthier lifestyle. It wasn’t not easy, and it still isn’t remains a challenge even today. It takes hard work and motivation to push yourself past your limits and to commit to living a healthier lifestyle. You can do it! You just have must simply to get started and make a commitment to yourself. I began got started by becoming a member at the local Y.M.C.A. Personally, I find it is easier to be a member at a gym than to work out at home. I prefer the gym because they have a wide variety of equipment that which I like to use. It is helpful to me that there are other people around to who keep me motivated. I find myself getting realize that I am easily distracted at home, although there are days when I do my workout at home there. It really is an individual choice whether you prefer to work out at home or in a gym. Deciding to work out at the gym or at home is an individual preference. I enjoy the classes the gym provides; because they are interesting and make my workouts working out more enjoyable. I suggest getting involved in group classes. They help you learn new exercises and proper form which will improves your workout. I also suggest them because they push you further and harder...
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...2013 Once Upon A Time I am a lifelong Disney enthusiast; I know everything there is to know about Disney movies, theme parks, and culture. Some people would say that I am obsessed, but I just think of myself as a huge admirer. At the young age of six, I took my first trip to Walt Disney. A big part of who I am is my love for Disney culture. From the day that my mom put in Toy Story, my enthusiasm for Disney spread like fire and, once kindled, blew into a flame. As a kid, I was curious to see, learn, and do just about everything. When I watched movies like Aladdin or Jungle Book, I was captivated by the great characters, the songs, and the exotic, faraway lands the movies introduced. My mom would play Aladdin, and I would watch the entire movie, then go to my neighbor’s house across the street, and go to my friend Ian’s house, and tell him, “We need to go explore!” I was convinced that if Ian and I walked far enough, we would come across a desert like in Aladdin, or a mysterious jungle with singing monkeys. Watching Disney movies really sparked my enthusiasm for exploring and for traveling. As soon as I started high school, I g heavily involved myself in foreign language and student clubs like Student Council and Science Club. Spanish introduced me to other parts of the world, which I found appealing because of my urge to see other places. My open-mindedness, curiosity, and enthusiasm for travel can be linked to my early interests in characters that I found appealing, like Wendy...
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...A DAY WHEN EVERYTHING WENT WRONG Sandy Smith AIU ONLINE Tuesday, June 14, 2011 will always be remembered as a day when everything went wrong. I never in a million years could have predicted this day. I woke up late, which rarely ever happens and the day went downhill from there. I am extremely blessed and thankful to be able to tell my story. I woke up late on this day. I needed to be up by 8:00 am; instead I did not wake up until 9:30 am. I had a breakfast date with a friend at 10:00 am. Needless to say, I had to call her to reschedule since I was not going to be on time. She seemed slightly irritated with me, because this was the second time I had to reschedule. Since I missed my breakfast date, I decided to do a few loads of laundry before going to work at 1:00pm. After putting my first load into the wash, I went to the kitchen to make coffee. I went to get the coffee canister only to realize I was out of coffee. Feeling somewhat defeated, I sat at the kitchen table pondering the events of my morning, thus far. After sitting in the kitchen for about forty minutes or so, I went to put the laundry into the dryer. The dryer had blown a fuse and would not operate. At this point, I seriously thought, this has got to be Some type of bad dream that I was having. I did not know whether to laugh or cry at the events of the day. I did neither. After a while it was time to prep for work. I got ready for work, and even...
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...Immigrant Experience I remember the day. I remember the day that I came to America. On that spring day, I remember getting off the plane in New York City with my children. It was a sunny day. I remember the African sun in great detail, but for some reason, the sun was much bigger and brighter in United States. You would think it would be just the opposite coming to a northern climate, but the sun seemed, in fact, much bigger and brighter. We had made it. What an unbelievable adventure, but we had finally made it to the United States. The airport seemed like a hive of honeybees buzzing about in hurried chaos. I told my children, “Stay together. We have to keep an eye out for Aunt Emmy. She will be picking us up.” My kids were so young, all they did was look and laugh in their playful way. They had no idea of the significance of our trip. They...
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...When I was around three or four, I lived in the state of Florida. On a regular day, it’s beautiful, sunny, and calm. At the time, I was living with my mother and younger brother. My father was in Maryland looking for a new place to live. Around this time, Hurricane Katrina was coming along. This was our first time in a hurricane. To this day, I find it absurd how vividly I remember this day. If you were to ask my brother if he remembers it, he’ll tell you that he thought it was a dream. It all started when one day my mother gathered me and my brother to go upstairs, no idea what for, we were just happy to be around her. You may be thinking , “Why would they go to the second floor?” Well, in the particular house we were living in, there were...
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...A lesson we all should learn. When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! All my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing...never made a face nor uttered a word about it! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said, "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then." Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Mom put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides--a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!" As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.And that's my...
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...Personal Essay Whenever I think of my parents, I think of many things. I think of the future and the past, I think of the years we spent together and the funny moments. From as far back as I can remember, I saw my dad everyday but not often because he used to come home from work late, and at that time I used to be asleep. However, my mom was there most of the time. On weekends two of my uncle’s, my aunt, and my grandfather come to our house. The adults go to the living room and they either talk about their week, about family related, or politics. My brother and I enjoyed playing with our cousins, but at the same time my dad insisted that I should stay with the adults. My sister helped my mom in the kitchen. As soon the food was ready we all would go and help my mom to get the food on the table. It would take my mom all morning just to make Arabic food;dolma, kabab and some rice . Yet she would be last one that starts eating. At the table everyone would be busy either eating or passing the food. On the weekends that my uncles, aunt, or my grandfather couldn't come to our house my dad would take us to a restaurant that my brother, sister and I choose. We always choose BurgerKing, McDonalds, or PizzaHut. However, my mom prefers to eat healthy food. My relationship with my parents when I was small was perfect to me. I still remember those moments of my childhood, the times that I used to sleep in my parent’s bedroom every time I felt scared, and the times I used to love going with...
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