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...My Little Bit of Country – by Susan Cheever My little bit of country is an essay from the anthology, Central Park. The author of the essay is the American writer, Susan Cheever. The topics that the essay deals with is the country-life and the city-life. The angle of approach takes place when the main character talks about the ancient yak, which lived in a foreign place in which he originally does not come from. She is using the yak example to amplify her situation when she is forced to go living in the country with her parents. She felt that she did not belong to the country and she is longing after her previous life in the city in which she finds familiar and safe. The city and Central Park illustrates the beauty and the good things while the country portraits the ugly and not so welcoming environment as a contrast. Beauty vs ugly. Good vs bad. Everything vs nothing. She is describing the city as a romantic place of dreams and prosperity where everything is possible and by the hand, you just have to grab the opportunities the city and the environment is giving you. Her father was an artist and the short stories he wrote was the beginning of his masterful portraits of the city and the suburbs. It was stories about long lost world of New York City, when it was filled with river light and when everyone wore a hat. Her parents dreams about living in the post war American chimera in a house with a white-picked fence, instead of living in their rented two-bedroom apartment. Central...
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...Person Who Made An Impacted On My Life The person who made an impact on my life is my son. Emmanuel is the reason that my life is what it is now. If it wasn’t for him I would be somewhere doing the wrong things. Since Emmanuel is only two, he doesn’t understand the impact that he made on my life, but my family. My 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...
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...a ton of fake things And I feel it inside that I live for my team My team is my fans and I got a purpose to serve them With songs about having fun and getting real But I also write about being real, so they feel Like somebody's listening and somebody cares So listen when I say And I can't wait to say whatever, and I can't wait to shed some light On every little thing you've broken, and get on with my life And I can't wait to be whoever, and I can't wait to speak my mind On every little thing you've broken, and get on with my life And I had a vision so livid Dipped into a coma after selfish incisions Cutting into my ego Deep into my dreams, oh Forgot the struggle, thought we were too hot To work for something, change a couple lives Stop thinking about the pace, Try to focus on the climb Re-written to open your eyes and shed some light On us, not anyone else So get the drama out your mind And I can't wait to say whatever, and I can't wait to shed some light On every little thing you've broken, and get on with my life And I can't wait to be whoever, and I can't wait to speak my mind On every little thing you've broken, and get on with my life If they let you into heaven then I'd rather go to hell You think you're buying your way to the top with all that bullshit that you sell God's not naive like the fans you deceive. Even the devil was an angel what the fuck did he achieve? How about you listen to your soul and forget fame You could still have...
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...LITTLE BLACK BOOK FOR ROBIN SHARMA'S STUNNING SUCCESS 1 © ROBIN SHARMA LITTLE BLACK BOOK FOR STUNNING SUCCESS “People who have achieved great success are not necessarily more skillful or intelligent than others. What separates them is their burning desire and thirst for knowledge. The more one knows, the more one achieves.” ~ Robin Sharma CONNECT WITH ROBIN: http://www.facebook.com/theofficialrobinsharmapage http://www.twitter.com/_robin_sharma Thank you. http://www.robinsharma.com © 2011 by Robin Sharma LITTLE BLACK BOOK FOR STUNNING SUCCESS 2 © ROBIN SHARMA By International Bestselling Author Robin Sharma THE LEADER WHO HAD NO TITLE A Modern Fable on Real Success in Business and in Life “If you want to operate at the level of ‘WOW!’ be an exceptional leader, and live life ‘full out’, buy this book.” Darren Hardy, publisher, SUCCESS magazine In The Leader Who Had No Title, You Will Learn: • How to work with and influence people like a superstar, regardless of your position • A method to recognize and then seize opportunities in times of deep change • The real secrets of intense innovation • An instant strategy to build a great team and become a "merchant of wow" with your customers • Hard-hitting tactics to become mentally strong and physically tough enough to lead your field • Real-world ways to defeat stress, build an unbeatable mind-set, unleash energy, and balance your personal life Regardless of what you do within your organization...
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...From the first moment I walked into this Positive Psychology class, I knew it would change something about me, for good. As a natural optimist, I was already expecting to have something good come out of this course that would affect my life, broaden my perspective, and somehow change something about my behavior. Little did I know that I would get so much more than just notes, lectures, and homework, I received some important tools for life that can help me in many situations. The five tools I incorporated into my life and do today are benefit finding, the nightly gratitude journal, and importance of flow in life, eudemonia, and the wonder drug. These important five tools that I picked up this semester result in an increase in happiness and so much more. Once of the first things that I remember really stuck out to me was, Professor Susan Thompson’s story of her life as a benefit finder and as a fault-finder. The difference was incredible and from that moment on I dedicated my life to transforming into a benefit-finder for all of life’s situations. I never considered myself as a fault-finder, but it always depended on the situation, now as a benefit-finder my life is open to more opportunities to learn, and move onto the future. For example, recently my little sister and I have been looking for a white Pomeranian breed puppy. Ever she was a little girl she wanted this puppy, and now as a fully employed part-time teen she has made it her job to find one. Together we have been looking...
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...going to Disney World is utterly life-changing. As an assistant 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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...There’s something about helping someone that brings immense joy to yourself and others. Whether it is complimenting someone, performing a kind act, or even saving someone’s life, there are endless ways to be present for people who are in need of help. My dream is to carry on this feeling of joy into my life’s work by being of assistance to others. Ever since my life was changed by an incident when I was eight years old, I have wanted to become a doctor so I could be there for people who need medical help. People ask me, “What made you want to be a doctor?” and I tell them it all started with this one story. When I was in fourth grade, I remember being so excited about who I wanted to be when I grew up because we had a guest speaker talk about the many incredible careers we could have. However, I was still confused by the myriad of choices that were presented to me that day, so at the time I still really had no idea which career would suit me best. The following day after this career talk, my dad drove me to school and dropped me off. It was just like any other normal day for me. I was just waving goodbye to him, when I noticed that there was a mother and her little girl walking just in front of me. There was something wrong about the mother, however. Her walk was crooked, and she was bent over and very tense, like she was in a lot of pain. As I was looking at her and trying to understand what might be wrong, suddenly the mother clenched her chest with her hand...
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...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 for air, making...
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...Friends or Foes? When a woman gets pregnant, the first thing she wonders is what the sex of the baby will be. If the child is a boy, the mother’s life will be filled with race cars and dirt, but if the child is a girl, life will be filled with pink, ponies and princesses. The traits of young children are not a new trend; they have been exemplified for the past twenty years on television and in all homes across the world. Being the mother of a small girl, Peggy Orenstein’s life is constantly bombarded with talk of being a princess. Orenstein wrote an article in the Contemporary Reader complaining that Disney Princesses are taking over culture and sending young girls the wrong messages about her femininity. Orenstein writes, “Its 2006, not 1950. This is Berkley, California. Does every little girl really have to be a princess?”(Orenstein, Peggy 101). I feel that Orenstein is wrong and selfish for not letting her daughter enjoy the princesses like every other little girl. Disney princesses are innocent and will do no harm in the long run. Through out this essay, I’ll show a positive side to the negatively perceived Disney princess. In an interview with Pamela Paul from Parents.com, Orenstein said this about her child, “My daughter went to preschool, and suddenly life was 24/7 princess. Before that, play had been about blocks and trains and other things, but that came to a screeching halt.” (Paul). I do not understand why this parent is so against her daughter coming home...
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...example in many ways. I have a little sister who looks up to me, and I know that everything I do is going to be caricatured by her. I have people in my life whose example I follow, but not always in a positive way. I follow the example of my older brother, who has his life together and is commendable in his endeavors, but there is also my father, who has completely deranged his life and dismantled two families. I am leading others with my example, and I am also looking to people and learning from their examples. My little sister has been through a great deal of stress that a child her age should not have to go through. A mass of people who should have stayed in her life have departed. My mother and myself have stayed by her side through everything, and due to that, she looks up to me for guidance. So I know that what I do in my life will be copied by her. I know that in order to set my baby sister on the right track in life, I also need to set my life on the right track. I...
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..."My Little Bit of Country" by Susan Cheever What would you prefer; The relaxing life of the suburbs or the wild diversity of the urban life? Some would prefer one while the other would feel inexplicably horrible in choosing the other. “My Little Bit of Country” is an essay by Susan Cheever, this essay starts from when she was a little girl and ends in 2012 which is when she wrote the essay. In the beginning little Susan Cheever was living in New York and was pretty happy with her life there, but that wasn’t enough for the family, they wanted the American Dream with the white picket fence and a place in the “real” country, as Susan Cheever puts it. This did not please her and she really disliked the suburbs, that when she got older she would go to New York as much as possible. In the end she moves to New York again and is happy and forever satisfied with the urban life. The story is basically written with contrasts, contrasts and more contrasts. The most obvious one is the suburb life vs. the urban life; country vs. city. She very much dislikes the country life, it being a step down from the city: “Why would I want to scrape around the rough, dangerous ice of a country lake when I could glide around the smooth ice at the Wollman Ring and pause for a hot chocolate when my toes and fingers get too cold?” here she compares the natural procedure of the lake turning to ice with a manmade ice rink specifically made to be the most safe way to skate. Some would say that the country would have something special about it...
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...‘My Island Home’ by Warumpi band and ‘From Little Things Big Things Grow’ by Paul Kelly are both interesting poems written about Aboriginal history, life and connection to the land. They demonstrate the differences within Aboriginal people, because the Gurindji people in ‘From Little Things Big Things Grow’ are passionate about their desert country, whereas the man in ‘My Island Home’ feels lost and confused in the desert country and longs to return to the ocean. ‘My Island Home’ is about a man who moved to central Australia from a small island. The man feels trapped in this new land and wants to return to his home island. Throughout the song/poem, the man is showing how much he misses his homeland and how he is not connected to the...
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...that changed my life forever. According to Sigmund Freud’s the interpretation of dreams; all dreams represent the fulfillment of wishes. No matter what that dream is, whether the dream is happy, sad, recurring, realistic, sequel fantasy, or in my case a nightmare. It still represents a fulfillment of wishes. I remember my dream like I dreamed it last night. It was a cold and stormy September night. My cousin and I had just finished watching Friday the 13th and , and was lying in bed talking about boys of course I mean what teenage girl does talk about that, when all if a sudden the lights began to flicker on and off , and 5 minutes later they were off for good. That’s when things really began to get weird; the glass on the back door had shattered. We didn’t think much of it since, it had been storming all day and rocks and branches had been picked up by the wind and tossed against our windows, so we continued our conversation like nothing happened. “Bang Bang” two gun shots were fired and a frantic scream was coming from the living room/ hallway area. My cousin and I quickly hurried to our feet, and sprinted to the door where we poked our head out my bed room door to see what was going on. With our heads poked out my door we couldn’t help but notice my little brother laying there on the ground two bullet holes in his chest and blood gushing everywhere. I pushed my little cousin back into the room, where she stumbled over the DVD player that was lying on my bed room floor...
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...All the Small Things I am a firm believer that everyone should enjoy all the small things life has to offer. We often get lost in all the day to day routines. I am just as guilty. We wake up and rush through the early morning fog of waking up, getting coffee, getting dressed, waking up kids and spouses. We all go through it. Then once we have reached school or work, you rush through the day of trying to get everything done that has to be done by the time that bell rings or it’s time to hit that time clock. But for me, when my little girl started preschool, it was a major eye opener. There I sat in my car in the parking lot, sobbing my eyes out. How did four years pass me by so quickly? That’s when it hit me to stop everything. I had to take a moment to just recollect back over the years, when she walked, talked and even that time she ran through that backyard in only her socks, trying to catch a butterfly. I finally gathered myself enough to leave the parking lot and go on about my day. But that day has forever changed my life. I now come home from work and leave work at work, just like that. It took me awhile to get it fully. But I do not want to miss another moment and sit and wonder where the time has gone. I literally stop and smell the roses, in my mother’s front yard or even when I’m passing by a flower shop on my way out that day. I now have a list of questions we ask each other at the dinner table every night. No one is perfect, and I know I am not. I fail...
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