...result of his hatred of school, he soon became a truant and his mother decided it would be better for him not to go and she know where he is, rather than he not go and her not know where he was, so she allowed him to drop out when he was sixteen years old and still in the ninth grade (Dawson 22). Still a child, Tarantino entered the work force. After Quentin dropped out of school he held various jobs. His first job was ushering at the Pussycat Theatre when he was sixteen (Dawson 22). While working there he began to take acting classes (Dawson 23). However, he soon quit the class. The reason he quit was because he wanted to become a director after he realized that actors have little control over their destiny, he thought directors did: "My favorite actors were...
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...Nicholas Kutcher Dr. Balok 12:00 Poem Response: Waves 02/25/2013 Have I left myself slip too far way? Do you still care? How many “second” chances do you really get? You can push yourself so far away from someone that you will eventually lose them. The summer of 2011 was the moment that I almost lost someone very important to me, my girlfriend. At this point we were dating for around a year and we both meant a lot to each other. In the summer we were inseparable, never leaving each other’s side. One day in the summer I visited my friends in Michigan, who I have not seen for a few months. It was Fourth of July weekend and my girlfriend was in California with her family and for her birthday that was on the sixth. On the fourth my friend asked me to go my ex-girlfriend’s cabin with some of my old friends. So that day we were up there for a few hours just sitting around and not doing very much at all, we left after a few hours because my friend needed to be home. When we go back I took a nap in the basement and later that night we saw fireworks. Two days later I was back home in Stow, Ohio, back to my normal boring summer life. Today was Erica’s birthday, my girlfriend. I got a call from her, but she wasn’t happy to talk to me; she didn’t want to talk to me at all. She called me because she saw a picture of me at my ex’s cabin from two days before. Nothing happened that day, but to a girlfriend she doesn’t know whom to believe. She didn’t talk to me for a few days until...
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...more. Each culture has their own rite of passages that are celebrated at different times of a person’s life. In Sharon Olds “Rite of Passage” and Judith Ortiz Cafer’s “Quinceanera,” the reader is given a view of transitioning from childhood to adulthood, from the eyes of a boy’s mother and the eyes of a young girl. A girl’s entrance into womanhood and eligibility for marriage is celebrated in the Latin community with her Quinceanera. Traditionally, it is celebrated on a girl’s fifteenth birthday and a very exciting and anticipated event. In this poem, the reader gets the impression that the girl sees this transition into womanhood more as a burden than a celebratory event. She had to put away her dolls in a chest she will carry with her when she marries. By having to put away her dolls, it symbolizes the end of her childhood and the dolls don’t come out of the chest until she can give them to her own daughter. The dolls become a memory of her childhood. She has to start wearing a satin slip under her skirt now, another sign of maturity. It is not proper for anyone to see through her skirt or dress to her thighs. She has to wash her own clothes and soiled sheets from this day on. She wakes up at night with growing pains. She feels shameful about having a period. In the last two lines...
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...illustrates the transformation from girlhood to womanhood using the perspective of the speaker a fifteen-year-old girl. What is a quinceañera, you might say. A quinceañera which means sweet fifteen in Spanish is a celebration of a girl’s fifteenth birthday. It originally came from Latin America. It is the celebration of the transition of a female’s transition from girlhood to womanhood or as others say that this is a special day when a girl transforms from a child to a young woman to maturity and knowing that this is a rather joyous occasion for Hispanic women. When...
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...For Mom It was five years ago today. I could have never been closer to my mom, I remember her dropping me off for my fifth day of kindergarten. I was there for fifteen minutes and as I peaked at the door I saw my uncle John slip through the pink screened door. My teacher, Mrs. Harrison, gave my uncle a quick nod in order to let him come get me. My uncle was the only man my mom ever spoke too, at least when I was around. But by the look in Uncle John’s eyes I could tell something was horribly wrong. We buckled up into his ford ranger and hummed toward Moms work. Mom worked just down the street from our trailer park. I could see cation tape around a certain part of the road. There was too much for me to handle, Sirens blaring, Cars screeching, and...
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...ultimately by our mood and the message we like to convey out there. Over time I have come up with my own fashion and styling rules; these have changed to reflect changes in my age and taste obviously, but there are still a few things that I consider key and definitely non-negotiable if you want to walk past that crowd standing in front of your local pub. One of my favourite distractions is to sit on a terrace and watch people walk by; I love catching little details and unusual fashion pieces, but I also love counting iconic items worn by trend followers such as trench coats, converse shoes, biker jackets. Nevertheless, I am more interested in spotting that outfit or mix which would be a total rule breaker according to my “style bible”. I am always fascinated about our differences in fashion perception and I am not pretending to come up with the perfect rules, I would just like to share mine with you, as they haven’t let me down so far. 1. Be careful of the socks and sandals. We all surrendered on that pair of Birkenstock and we are quite happy we did. After all, the Neal street store is always crowded with uber stylish Japanese visitors. However, watch it if you think these are all-year-round shoes: trying to fit socks with those chunky sandals can easily make you look like a doctor on her lunch break. 2. Always make sure to have a tailored blazer in your wardrobe. Balzers are my favourite pieces: wear them with jeans to dress up or with your LBD for the office. They still...
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...One of my best memories was the time I flew an ultralight for my birthday. To me ultralights represent liberation. There is nothing more freeing then speeding through the sky from a birds eye view. The ultralight roared liberation with every stroke of its four cylinder engine. No boundaries and no walls keeping me from the open sky the freeing feeling was reinforced by the red white and blue wings that stretched out like that of an eagle. The wind dried my tears as it milked my eyes at the same time. Every time we dove suddenly I could feel the aluminum body giving because I was clenching it too tightly. Sometimes I couldn’t tell if we were on the ground, or in the air because we were flying so low. Back winds kept pushing us forward as if it were telling us go faster, go faster. Everything was so small from up there. It reminded me of a model rail road I had as a child, and like the People Mover at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, when my flip flop slipped off my foot, and landed on top of a concession stand. I too could have slip right out of the wall-less ultralight if I wanted to. We flew over the old horse ranch I used to work at; it took me a few seconds to assure myself that it indeed was the same ranch. One day I will be back up there. I will feel the leather yoke in my hands, and the wind blowing through my hair. For now I have my memory, but my freedom will be stifled until I can fly...
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...times I feel I’m not normal or too fat. This makes me keep mute in social events and find it difficult to interact with others out of fear of being ridiculed. I had always been an introvert all of my life. I loved keeping to my self and didn’t really attend social events. Even my parents complain I stay indoor too much. A friend I just met named Dammy invited me to her birthday dinner and I decided to go because I wanted to make friends and also to make my friendship with Dammy blossom. I knew how awkward I feel at events and decided to invite my cousin Nicky to go with me so we could chat together during the party. I told Nicky about the party but she said she wouldn’t be able to go with me because she had a party to go too. I was disappointed and begged her to please go with me but she explained that it was her boyfriend that invited her to the party and she couldn’t turn him down. I didn’t have any choice than to go the party by my self The party was to start by 6pm,I started dressing up at 4:00pm because its takes an hour plus to get to the venue of the birthday dinner (Charlie brown’s stake house) from my house (vanduzer street). I thought of what to wear and decided to wear something simple. I opted for a black sleeveless romper and a three (3) inch red shoe. I packed my hair in a ponytail and applied light make up. I didn’t want to be all dressed up. I finished dressing up at 5:00pm and left the house immediately because I was running late. I had to wait for...
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...sleeping the whole day and I got so many thoughts playing on my mind so I choose to rise get the laptop and type. 1. Second to my final destination ( … Well this is not a horror film; this destination I’m talking about is the force or factor that makes me go and face every life’s circumstances I am facing. My ultimate dream is to become a flight attendant, cabin crew, flight crew or whatever they call this. Yes, I’ve been dreaming to become one someday and I am trying to give my very best for this not to become an unclear vision. I want this to manifest, I want this to happen in my life in every good ways or means I can. As I’ve said on my recent posts, I love to go somewhere, I love to experience different culture, and I want to meet new and different people. There are some times in my life when I face mirror, stand classically and gracefully and try to imitate flight attendants posture and speaking. I used to act like there are passengers and I am orienting them with safety procedures inside the plane. To train to become a flight attendant costs so much, that’s why my parents wasn’t able to send me to those schools practicing this course. But I’ve got this what they called life’s principle. I believe with all my heart that nothing is definitely impossible that my future has been planned and decided. I just love the thought that God is faithful, with His words, His promises and plans. I trust Him with this. This is my heart’s very secret petition to heaven and to Jesus. His...
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...Beverly’s Heartbreak I recall the first time I kissed my first boyfriend, Steve, on my 15th birthday. He introduced himself to my parents and relatives. His parents came over for my birthday party. It was special, you know? We met in 5th grade and I instantly developed a crush on him. According to me, I got the guy of my dreams. After all, he was a Caucasian guy with blue eyes and light brown hair. It was exactly what my Hispanic parents wanted: a young man with a future ahead of him. We began dating that same day at my party. We shared everything with each other. I’d send him cool songs I found on YouTube and he’d send me the latest cat memes and clothing ideas. We always knew what was on each other’s mind. For my 16th birthday, he got me...
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...Going to the Cubs Game By:Cam Stalzer It was my birthday, and I was opening my presents. When I opened a present from my mom and noticed that it was a Cubs T-Shirt and a Cubs tank top. I felt something was going on especially when my sister had gotten a shirt and so did my dad too. My last present was a cross word puzzle, which ended with tickets to a Cubs game. I even got some tour tickets for Wrigley too. When it was the fourth of September, we got all packed up getting ready to go to Chicago. As we were heading to our hotel, my sister and I played this one math game. It was this game where you have two dice and you can either add, subtract, multiply, and divide. All to see who could get their 10 blocks up. If you got a 6 and a 5, you could put someone else’s blocks down. If you roll a 12 and a 12, you have to put your blocks down. It was a pretty fun game. We played a couple of times until we stopped to eat lunch at this pizza place. We had another hour and a half till Chicago, so I decided to sleep. I slept most of the way until we were listening to the Cubs game on the radio. I kind of dozed of a little until we were 20 minutes away from our hotel. We got to the hotel at about 4:55. The Cubs game was about over so we hurried up to our room so we could watch the Cubs play. We were watching the Cubs game and we were playing the math game again...
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...wanted to be my friend. Who else could say that they went to school in their pajamas until they were thirteen? Yeah, sure, I didn’t have that many REAL friends, but all of the imaginary one’s were so much better. Anyone today would wonder how I got by without social media, great big birthday parties, and sports, but I did. Some of these things even came to me through my home town. Well, it wasn’t really my town, just the closest one. I live five miles in the woods away from civilization. Baseball became an escape for me. I was the best runner on my little league team. Sure there were those moments in the...
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...football just like my dad. Be out on that field every Friday night. Hearing the crowd scream for every tackle and touchdown. Though if you knew me when I was younger you would never have thought that I would ever play. People always saw me as the shy kid. I lacked a lot of the confidence to even try. I was small, chubby, and didn’t really work well with others. Then that glorious thing called puberty came along. I grew, lost some weight, and in return gained just enough confidence to try out. Every Monday and Thursday after school; and Tuesday and Friday before school. Excruciating workouts and going over plays. I did that for six months straight- January to June. Though as I was doing this my grades began to slip. I never ended a term with a grade lower than a B, but then I just stopped doing my...
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...Dessert is the most wonderful part of a meal. (most general sentence) I have never met anyone, from any part of the world, who did not like dessert best. (Use of “I”= more specific sentence) The best dessert is ice cream because it tastes delicious, is liked by almost everyone, and it can link us to happy childhood memories. (thesis statement with 3 points named) First, ice cream tastes better than any other food. (1st thesis point in general topic sentence) What food can rival its creamy smoothness, or the delicious feeling of this soft, cold dessert as it slips down your throat? (specific descriptive sent., support) I don’t know of any other food that feels as good and clean in your mouth or of any food that comes in so many mouth-watering flavours. (specific description) At La Casa Gelato, for example, you can choose from over 218 flavours! (see June 20/10 Tazim’s Weekly) (specific example) In fact, today you can even get ice cream with protein in it, as the soy ice creams have. (specific information sentence) Ice cream is really good. (concluding sentence) Who knows? (question to reader) Ice cream may soon be a complete meal on its own! (Link to Body Paragraph 2) Second, while it might not yet be a complete meal on its own, it can be served after almost every meal for everyone likes it. (2nd thesis point in topic sentence) It can be a common thread between strangers. (declarative, information, support) Whether you have important out-of-town guests, or are just entertaining...
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...and wild. FADE TO BLACK. INT. SARAH’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT SARAH HENSON, 18, tosses aside some brown wrapping paper and a red ribbon as she sits cross-legged on the white carpeted floor, leaning back against the bottom portion of a brown leather sofa. She holds the PAINTING of the eye. SARAH Oh my god. Chris- It’s wonderful! Her brown bangs fall across her face, hiding her left eye. She sweeps them away to continue inspecting the painting. CHRIS TAYLOR, 18, is lying on the floor across from her, stretched out on his side. His brown hoody has specks and smears of dried paint on it. So do his black jeans. One knee is shredded, and the other is just beginning to follow suit. CHRIS Well, it is yours. The eye, I mean. Sarah smiles to herself as she gazes at the painting. SARAH It’s a bit weird though isn’t it? I mean, my eye hanging on a wall somewhere, staring at me forev- CHRIS I never said you had to keep it. Sarah looks up at him, her mouth cracked in surprise, and her slim eyebrows raised. He avoids her glance by plucking at the stray white carpet fibers and then smoothing them back down. SARAH What? CHRIS I dunno. You just haven’t been all that into my stuff for a while. For a split second, Sarah looks guilty. Chris doesn’t notice. Then she narrows her eyes at him and smiles. SARAH C’mon you. Sarah jumps up with the painting. Chris gets up and follows. INT. SARAH’S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS Sarah walks over the black-and-white tile floor towards...
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