...A Little Bit About Me Talking about me is something that makes me think more than other topics because it is at that moment that I realize how much I know myself. I have heard people saying their friends and family know them better than themselves and that could be true. Knowing myself is so important for me because I can improve the things that I know are not ok and give the best of me. Maybe there are things I don’t know about myself, but I am going to tell you some things about my background, hobbies, dreams and goals and some interesting things about me. I hope you enjoy this small trip around my life. Costa Rica is my home country and it is known for many as “abundance of nature”. I was born in a small village called Cartago. It is located about 1 hour from San Jose, I spent my first 18 years of life there. Then, I moved to San Jose to study my Bachelor´s degree. However, I traveled almost every weekend to my hometown to see my family. Finishing my bachelor´s degree, I had my first job opportunity. I was a Trade Specialist in the government. In this job, I had the opportunity to participate in a project to improve the agricultural sector in Costa Rica. Working on that project I took the decision to specialize in business administration. But I had a problem; my English skills were not enough to develop myself in this area. Provided that English is the language for commerce, business, international trade and many other areas; I took the decision to come to The United States...
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...The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint−Exupery The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint−Exupery Table of Contents The Little Prince...................................................................................................................................1 Chapter 1 ..............................................................................................................................................2 Chapter 2 ..............................................................................................................................................4 Chapter 3 ..............................................................................................................................................7 Chapter 4 ..............................................................................................................................................9 Chapter 5 ............................................................................................................................................12 Chapter 6 ............................................................................................................................................15 Chapter 7 ............................................................................................................................................16 Chapter 8 ............................................................................................................................................19 Chapter...
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...manager for a princess party business, I get to dress up and give these little girls this life-changing news on a regular basis. These events are organized by the Make a Wish Foundation and the little girls are hospital patients with terminal cancer. While seeing their faces light up when they see me is one of the best parts of my job, what one of these precious kids made me realize about myself is absolutely priceless. The first time I volunteered for an event for the Make a Wish Foundation, my life completely changed. A little girl with leukemia had just been given the clearance to go on the vacation, but she still didn’t know. As soon as she saw me she stopped dead in her tracks, then sprinted toward me and gave me the biggest hug I could ever receive. I told her why I was there, and gave her the big news, and there wasn’t a dry eye at the whole party. I spent the rest of the time getting to know her, and I had never met someone so full of life and sparkle. Despite going through one of the hardest things imaginable, she was the happiest person I’ve ever met. When it was time for me to go, I knelt down and made her pinky promise that I would see her again. She promised with a giggle and hugged me goodbye, but I couldn’t...
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...The funny thing about that night is I told them I wasn’t sure I was going to be in for work the next morning; (NAME) had laughed at that and said she would see me in the next day. I guess I proved them wrong. I walked out of (JOB) at 10pm after I had worked an eight hour shift at customer service, half of that trying to train a couple cashiers that would take my place during my leave. It was still 2 days before my due date and everyone at work was convinced I was going to be past my due date and would go into labor at work. Truthfully, there were running bets about who was going to drive me to the hospital so they too could get out of work. Needless to say, I spent way too much time at my job, but I love the girls I work with and didn’t want to leave them stuck for 8 weeks Christmas season, though I knew that it was inevitable. It was warm for mid-October though, I remember driving home with the window a quarter of the way down and singing to the radio. Without a doubt I was singing some country song and dreaming of getting my shoes off, sitting down, and having one of the only things that didn’t make me feel sick as a dog; a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Twenty minutes and I would finally get to relax. At the house I was so uncomfortable, even in my favorite gray yoga pants and a tank top. I told my significant other, (NAME); I might go into labor that evening, though I had absolutely no proof or reasoning to this other than a feeling. No more than an hour later I started...
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...A Loved One Lost It was a quiet summer night and I was just sitting in my room watching TV. My fan was blowing refreshing cool air on me and it helped relieve me from the heat of the summer. It was also a little annoying as it makes a whirring noise, but despite the sounds it was still very calm and relaxing. My mom was in our computer room playing on the computer just as usual. My dad was asleep in his bed at an early time as he usual. My brother was downstairs in his room and everything seemed just fine. However, there was something in the back of my mind that I was thinking about that kept me from being completely relaxed. Something that I just couldn’t help but think about that made me a little less than relaxed. My grandma was having a double bypass heart surgery and I was a little worried about her. My mom and dad had both assured me that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn’t help but worry a little bit. She was my grandma after all and I loved her and she loved me and I didn’t want anything to happen to her. All of a sudden I heard “ring, ring, ring” it was the phone. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but then I thought to myself how it was kind of an odd time for a phone call because it was a little late. Luckily my room is right next to our computer room, which is where my mom was. Also fortunate for me, the walls aren’t very thick and my mom has a loud voice so I could hear everything that she was saying. However, I didn’t know who she was talking...
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...As I walked down Main St. towards Zooleggers, I took stock of the area around me. I had been on the street many, many times, but had never really taken the time to really look at the area. The street was reminiscent of an era long past, with slightly decaying row shops with apartments above, stretching forever down a quiet downtown street. In the middle of the block, was my destination for the night, Zooleggers, Lafayette’s only gay bar. Zooleggers was by far the worst looking shop on the street. The outside brick was gray and well worn. There was large backlit sign, faded and cracked through years of neglect with the former name of the bar, “The Sportsman” written in huge letters. Below that, marquee boards rested to both sides: the right had a collection of exposed fluorescent lights, the left a hastily created white vinyl banner with the name "Zooleggers" displayed in a subdued font. The windows in front were darkened so that the inside of the bar was barely visible to people on the street. As I opened the heavy glass door, I couldn’t help but notice the flyers taped to the window. One had a list, complete with pictures, of drag queens that regularly perform at the venue. Another listed some future events for Lafayette PRIDE. And yet another flyer listed some upcoming indie band shows at Zooleggers, which surprised me a little because it didn’t seem like the type of place to host indie bands. After I walked through the inner door, I was greeted by a tall man...
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...Second Chance: Plot: A young man contemplating about what led him to the edge of the cliff. Characters: The main character is only known by his nick name Babs. He talks about his family and refers to his dad as Baba, (which is Arabic for dad). Conflict: A man with a conflicting mind contemplates and reflects on the past few years in his life that led him to the edge of the cliff, on his back, covered in blood, overwhelmed with regret, fear, and pain. There’s two ways off the ledge, either way, someone dies. Setting: This story takes place in both Chicago, Illinois in the winter of 2014, and in Anchorage, the largest city in Alaska in the summer of 2019. Point of View: The 1st person point of view of Babs. When death is lurking in your veins, your life presents itself to you through your dimming, and regretful eyes, in the way you lived. In life, every couple years or so, you reflect on yourself, seeing what and who you are versus what and who you wanted to be. I’ve never been where I should or wanted to be. I’ve made some mistakes, just like every other human being. What I’ve done in my short twenty four years of life on gods beautiful green earth has led me here. Lying on the edge of this cliff, with my neck and torso over this mountain top, blood slowly flowing up my shoulder and down my neck like a stream of interconnecting rivers; one river ending at my mouth forcing me to swallow my own blood, the others getting in my eyes and going throw my gaping nostrils gasping...
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...could always find me outside playing with my friends or relatives. We would literally go outside the moment we woke up and would not come back inside until bedtime. Between riding four-wheelers, jumping on trampolines, and having mud fights you never knew what we might me getting into that day. I had my share of bumps and bruises along the way but I would not have changed a single minute of it. We all grow up thinking that we are invincible until something happens in your life that changes all that. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. It was a hot summer day just like any other and I was your typical fourteen-year-old girl who wanted to spend all her free time hanging out with her boyfriend. This day was no different. I woke up that morning and of course could not wait to spend time with him. Therefore, I rushed through breakfast and did everything that my mom had asked me to do before he was allowed to come over. Finally, he was at my house and we were deciding what we might get into. It was so hot outside so we decided that we would go swimming and ride my four-wheeler. We figured we would going four-wheeler riding first that way if we got dirty we could just jump into the pool when we got back and wash off. So we changed into our swim suits and headed out. Looking back wearing only a swim suit and flip flops to go riding might not of been the best idea but it was something that I had done so many times that I did not think anything about it. We headed...
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...THE STORY OF MY LIFE By Helen Keller With Her Letters (1887-1901) And Supplementary Account of Her Education, Including Passages from the Reports and Letters of her Teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, By John Albert Macy Special Edition CONTAINING ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS BY HELEN KELLER To ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL Who has taught the deaf to speak and enabled the listening ear to hear speech from the Atlantic to the Rockies, I dedicate this Story of My Life. CONTENTS Editor's Preface I. THE STORY OF MY LIFE CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER X CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XV CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XVII CHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER XIX CHAPTER XX CHAPTER XXI CHAPTER XXII CHAPTER XXIII II. LETTERS(1887-1901) INTRODUCTION III: A SUPPLEMENTARY ACCOUNT OF HELEN KELLER'S LIFE AND EDUCATION CHAPTER I. The Writing of the Book CHAPTER II. PERSONALITY CHAPTER III. EDUCATION CHAPTER IV. SPEECH CHAPTER V. LITERARY STYLE Editor's Preface This book is in three parts. The first two, Miss Keller's story and the extracts from her letters, form a complete account of her life as far as she can give it. Much of her education she cannot explain herself, and since a knowledge of that is necessary to an understanding of what she has written, it was thought best to supplement her autobiography with the reports and letters of her teacher, Miss Anne Mansfield Sullivan. The addition...
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...I'm glad someone finally asked me my thoughts about global warming! Personally, especially this time of year I think the heat could be turned up a little bit more! I have a hard time believing it is the "most urgent possible disaster that could hit us" any time soon and that we need to give our full attention to it. I watched all about it on History channel this last weekend and even the clips and photo's that they show do not convince me that it is the #1 concern that society and the world should have. I personally believe that it is just "big business." And those who are capitalizing on it...know it! Now, I don't mind recycling and simple stuff like that, but I won't give up my candy apple red convertible GT and drive an ugly car loaded with batteries that looks like my sons shoes going down the highway! Do people really think we'll all turn into eco-friendly hells angels riding mopeds? .... Right... I'm glad someone finally asked me my thoughts about global warming! Personally, especially this time of year I think the heat could be turned up a little bit more! I have a hard time believing it is the "most urgent possible disaster that could hit us" any time soon and that we need to give our full attention to it. I watched all about it on History channel this last weekend and even the clips and photo's that they show do not convince me that it is the #1 concern that society and the world should have. I personally believe that it is just "big business...
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...Puppy. It was around summer and i was just about to get out of school and Go into summer break. I've been asking my dad for my own puppy forever Now maybe five years now. For sure my last two weeks of school i would Ask my dad. I would tell him that summer is the best to get me a dog Because i can spend everyday with him. School was finally over it was summer. After my last class my dad was Waiting to pick me up. I was walking to the car with my friend Shia. i Asked my dad if he could give her a ride and if she can come over. My Dad said ‘yeah and she can come over.” As we were driving to my House, my friend Shia was telling me how her mom got her a dog. She went into details...
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...Sandpaper People Many people in this world just rub me the wrong way. I like to call them sandpaper people. These people are included in the “Mr. or Mrs. Know-it all," “all about me” and “the little green eyed monster” categories. All of these sandpaper people rub my skin raw! However, the worst of all the sandpaper people has to be “the little green eyed monsters.” The first category that drives me to the wall is the “Mr. or Mrs. Know-it-all’s”. This person will give their “friends” lectures on how to live their life or how to treat their boyfriends while insisting on the fact that he or she knows how to handle “those things”. The Know-it-alls will make every word or action a subject of criticism and snide comments. They will say your clothes do not fit your body, your other friends are rude, your boyfriend looks unhappy and they know why. Because you’re no good and they know all of the world’s mysteries. One time I had this friend who insisted that my boyfriend was unhappy because of the way I treated him. The thing is this friend had no idea how I treated my boyfriend. They just assumed that I was the problem and that they were going to fix it, for they knew everything, by telling my boyfriend to break-up with me. Once they told him their assumption and their unruly opinion my boyfriend made clear to them that I was not treating him horribly and...
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...In today's society, you can see “zombies” far and wide, staring down at their phones. Everyone, that is, except for me. So one can probably imagine the amount of pressure I receive to get one. Friends, classmates, and even family members are always a source of this pressure for me to conform and get a phone. It is like if I do not acquire one my life will be dull, and worthless. My friends have always been persuading me to get a phone. They struggle to coax me into believing that a phone will benefit me and make my life so much better, but honestly, I see it the other way around. From my point of view they are obsessed with this device, and their lives revolve around it. One experience I can recall about phones was when I asked my friends a...
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...this new man of my wife’s. It’s possible I overreacted to everything. You have to get up pretty early to call the States, if you want your privacy and you want to catch anybody awake at home; at home it’ll be sometime the night before. The desert is cool in the mornings too, or cooler, so that you’ll see the occasional soldier getting his PT in before it gets too hot, but he’s usually far enough away that you don’t have to whisper. I would watch the big black beetles fighting with each other in the dirt (they’re way bigger here than they are at home) while waiting for the call to go through. It always takes so long just to connect that I nearly give up before the static stops and the phone starts to ring. The day I was going home was about the worst: I tried three times and couldn’t get anybody at the apartment to pick up, then tried Felicia’s cell phone four times with no answer. Finally, I called over to Mama’s. Pops picked up after I called the second time. I knew he wouldn’t pick up...
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...mother Melba Peterson and my two older brothers TraeVon McKinney and Michael Peterson, do know understand how Emmanuel made the huge significtly impacted on my life. My mother Melba can tell you a whole story about my life, but the most thing she likes to talk about is me growing up and becoming a respectful young lady by bringing my pride and joy Emmanuel in to world; he changed my life to give him a better future. My mother would tell all her friends about Emmanuel and how special he is to her. Her favorite story is the day Emmanuel was born. For some odd reason my mother and Emmanuel became real close after he was born. I asked my mother how Emmanuel made an impact on my life. My mother responded by saying, she don’t know how I graduated high school when I barely went before I had Emmanuel, but after I had him she made sure I went every day. My mother also talks about how I use to run the streets, get into fights with anybody, getting arrested more than 10 times and doing things that a girl my age at the time shouldn’t been doing. She would always want me to do well but I never did. She says when Emmanuel came into my life my behavior started to improve; I stop hanging in the streets, and I did my best of staying out of trouble and having my son grow up without me. My mother says that she is proud of the person I am becoming. She is also happy that I’m furthering my education, having a job, and getting ready to move out of state pretty soon. She is also happy that I have...
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