...The Concept of A Hero By: Drew Sullivan What defines a hero is not just all the good deeds they have done in their life, although that is part of it. A real hero changes from weak to strong, poor to rich, and anonymous to famous. The transition into a hero is what makes my Grandma a hero to me. Odysseus is a famous Greek hero made by the poet, Homer, while Homer was writing The Odyssey. Odysseus may have slain monsters and passed the Greek gods’ tests, but while my grandma may not have done any of that, she and Odysseus are both heroes who are neither greater nor weaker than each other. It is the hero’s transition that makes them a hero and though both Odysseus and my grandma went through different trials, they are both heroes. My grandma...
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...My Beloved Grandma My grandmother was as strong as a category five hurricane in her old age. Although she was ninety years old, she was very delocalized, and she was able to do everything on her own without anyone’s assistance. At one point I was wondering if physical strength was increasing with age. My mother instructed me to stay with her for some time. Whenever she instructed me to do so, the words would be like my favorite music being played because if grandma could even breath for me, she would; she didn’t allow me to do anything. The only thing I did was watch television, eat, and sleep. My mother gave her a phone to keep contact with her but she did not understand it. She didn’t do anything with it. She just kept it in her bedroom. My mother could not reach her so she would usually call me and ask how she was doing. Sometimes she asked me to hand her the phone. Sometimes I would hear her from outside in a strong tone of voice “mi alright mi dear!” One Saturday morning, I woke up about seven o’ clock. By this time, the heaven scent smell of breakfast would pull me like steel to magnet out of bed. She would usually be singing some old gospel songs while fixing breakfast...
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...Riyadah gazed out of her bedroom window of her grand mother's little two-bedroom house and sighed as she closed her journal after penning a brief entry. Riyadah was a simple and pretty easy going young lady. She got her subtle ways from her grandmother Lisa Evens who'd spent most of her impressionable years with. As the aroma of fried bologna entered her old bedroom, she smiled at all the memories of her grandmother's fried bologna sandwiches. When she was younger and would visit or spend time with Grandma Lisa, bologna would be the only thing that she would eat. It would be her first request as soon as she walked through the front door, and Grandma Lisa would give it to her by the pounds. She would feed her bologna so much that her father would go and take it out of the fridge when he would drop her off. The vivid memory brought a smile to her lips. She sat up on the old twin bed and looked around at the pictures of her when she was a little girl that her grandmother kept up. The old home had so many memories. Riyadah was a full time employee of the Philadelphia Freedom School and she was also a part time student at Community College in her second year, on her way to Temple University through a dual enrollment program. She had her own apartment with a guy she dated since high school, but a terrible fallout over infidelity issues abut a week prior had brought her back to her grandmother's house to figure things out. Riyadah was always a deep thinker. Her ability to process...
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...unison with the slight wind that sent the sweet aroma of the freshly cut grass around the yard. Fuzzy, my small mutt at the time, rolled around on the blanket that sat on the ground, wrinkling it up as he went. Little did we know we were about to be called upon by the Lord above to do a little bit of something new today. It was time for our weekly picnic that we always had with each other and my dolls. Just as we were finishing up our creamy peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches we heard a loud shrill, “HELP! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!” I looked immediately over to Fuzzy and we sprinted across the tree-lined trail to my grandmother’s home. We came upon her standing on a green plastic lawn chair with a large wooden shovel in her hand. “Grandma, what is wrong?” I shouted from afar. “It’s a snake! There is a snake in the flower bed!” she panted out frantically. Being the rebel I was, I strolled over there rolling my eyes at my grandmother’s silly sense of panic and began searching for the snake. If only I could go back in time and do what any regular kid would do when they sense panic in an authority figure. I would have sprinted the other direction in a heartbeat. I ran to the distress call of my grandmother only to find her weeping in the corner of the yard. “Heavenlee, listen to me, call the police,” she said with a quivering voice. This made me shudder just a little bit. My grandmother was a strapping almost six foot tall, broad shouldered, rugged to the bone woman. I had always...
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...Grandma’s House My Grandmother’s house was a place that made me feel happy. It had many hiding places and I always found new fun things to do. Grandma’s house was like a home away from home. There was always good food to eat, lots of toys to play with and I could play dress up with grandma’s old clothes. I was the only child, so having something to do at my house was always a problem. At grandma’s house things never got old. There was never a dull moment in that house. The house was pretty old so it had a lot of hidden rooms and doors. Some of these doors lead to nowhere. I remember opening a door on the third floor that had just a brick wall behind it. I still wonder what that room use to be and why it was bricked up. Every time I found a new door id run to my grandma and ask her for a key to open it. She would smile and hand me a key ring full of keys and tell me I’d have to find which key it was. I would be there all day trying each key tell I opened the door. Rainy days where the best at grandma’s house. We would play games together. Grandma would hand me a sheet of paper and tell me to count all the windows and doors in the house. Each time I’d get a different number. I just don’t understand it! We would go out into the garden and I would name all the different bugs I saw. If I got to close to some of them I would get bitten but that never stopped me from going back the next day. Grandma’s house was always an adventure. I was always full and happy when I was...
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...In order for me to to gain more information on my heritage, I decided to interview my Great Grandma, Nancy Buerman. I consider her as my Grandma more than my Great Grandma because she raised my mom and that's how I’ve always known her by. She lives in Topeka, Kansas near Lake Shawnee. Our Buerman name is not the original spelling. The original spelling is Beurmann from what I know of. My Great, Great Grandpa Buermans spelling of his last name changed when he went to battle during World War I. The army spelled it “Buerman.” Since he did not have a birth certificate he didn’t change it back as that was the earliest record of him. My Aunt Bobby said there are 9 different spellings of the Buerman name and we are all related. My interview...
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...March 12, 2012 Museum Response When I visited the museum, I was in awe of all the variations of art that took place there. It was my first time there and I was impressed by the masterpieces. I was not expecting the museum to have that many art pieces and ones that would catch my interest. Three caught my interest the most, however. The first one was called Bust of a Woman. I did not see the title at first when I was writing down notes about this art piece but when I did I started asking myself, why did the artist Richard Henry Park title it this? It was a pure white statue made of an old fashioned woman. It only shows a little below her shoulders to her head. She is wearing what seems an old fashioned dress that flows and her hair is up in an old fashioned bun. It did not say how it was made but I’m guessing with clay of some sort. The whole statue seemed old fashioned and it was also created in 1875, which gave me a clue. I think he created it to show the beauty of a woman. The second art piece was a painting by Anna Mary Robertson Moses (“Grandma Moses”). It was a scenic painting and was so beautiful. The title is Out on the Lake. The painting was oil on masonite. I really liked this technique. It showed texture and lots of different colors that caught my eye. It also caught my interest because it reminded me of me on my lake up at my cabin. The painting made you feel like you were there in the boat with the person in the painting and just enjoying nature. It was created...
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...My grandmother changed my life by teaching me to stand up for those who are persecuted for whom they love, or for what their skin color is. She found ways to educate me on the importance of social justice even before I turned seven years old, when she died. Nothing in the world was more important to my grandmother than equality. Now nothing is more important to me than a future where everyone can be who they are without fear. When I visited my grandmother’s house she would always give me a new pin. On the pins were various phrases such as “Straight not narrow”, “No war!”, “Equality for all.” After she gave me a pin she would talk to me about her personal experiences in fighting for equality. My grandmother told me that the first house my mother...
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...Grandma had been an alcoholic and chain smoker for as long as I could remember. One night, after years of habitually washing her meals down with vodka and enjoying a pack of cigarettes for dessert, she had three strokes, and, in the hospital visit that followed, doctors confirmed she had developed an aneurysm. They caught it in time and were able to clip the neck of the aneurysm before it could burst. She “survived” they said, but watching her lie idly in bed at the nursing home, relying on others to take care of her, treat her bed wounds, and keep her alive for nearly a decade, I realized she was not living, but merely breathing. I visited as often as I could, but soon she was no longer even aware of her own surroundings. Mid-autumn of last...
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...Kimberly Tucker, Chris Salt, Ashley Solomon Case 7: Mattel: Overcoming Marketing and Manufacturing Challenges 11/01/2010 Marketing Management 6800 Section 004 The Problem: The problem surrounding Mattel Inc., one of the world’s largest toy companies, is their mismanagement of international subcontractors and vendors and the production of certain toys (the manufacturing process), as well as their inability to adapt their marketing strategy or product to the constantly changing “demographic and socioeconomic trends” (Ferrell, et. all 466). This is supported by Mattel’s legal battle with Carter Bryant and MGA, their forced recall of certain toys that were manufactured overseas, and the increasing rate at which traditional toys are becoming less appealing to today’s young audience. Essentially, Mattel’s mismanagement and oversight lead to violations in terms of ethical and social responsibilities and safety standards. Issues Relevant to the Problem: Mattel’s problem of mismanagement can be divided into several issues that need to be considered: legal issues, international supply chain issues, and an increase in technology-based toys. In regards to legal issues, Mattel has been involved in prolonged litigation with Carter Bryant and MGA over a breach of an employment contract and copyright infringement. Due to Mattel’s poor management of its overseas manufacturers, in which unauthorized subcontractors and third-party suppliers were hired and unsafe materials used, several...
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...person is focusing on something different, thinking of something different, and noticing something different. That is why every person has a story to tell, and it is why we can learn from every single person. And this essay is about my short autobiography, which can give you an indication of my personal story. I came into this world on the windy morning of October 15, 1990. I was born in Cua Viet, a small town in Vietnam. I am the 5th child among the 5 children of my parent. I grew up and spent almost my whole life in my country. Now, I am the second year student in Business Accounting- the 2 year program. I have been through many life-changing situations in past 3 years. These situations have had both positive and negative impacts to me. My goals from 5 years ago compare to my current goals are totally different. After finishing 12th grade, I just wanted to become a Mathematics teacher, so I went to Hue University and tried my best to achieve the goal. However, when I was the 2nd year student of the Hue University, I found that I was no longer interested in becoming a teacher. Hence, I dropped the school and wanted to get a better education in Canada and seek opportunities in accounting. Since then, my life has changed. On one hand, starting my new life in a strange country is so hard. When I just came, I faced many difficulties, such as the language, the weather and the life style. Firstly, language was a big matter when I first came. Speaking was one of the linguistic problems...
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...Freddy Rodriguez Prof. Chamberlain English 063 16 Oct, 2012 My Hate for Work We all deal with some sort of issue that makes our work experience negative. In my case its cooking at a restaurant where all you hear is kids screaming uncontrollably from the control point window in the grill, the fog coming from both the fryer and grill, and last, but not least the “pushing and shoving” from the grill team when we’re pulling off a thousand dollar hour. If you haven’t guessed yet, its Friendly’s “Where ice cream makes the meal”... and my hate for people. I’m just kidding, but I don’t like rude people; like if I’m nice to you why can’t you return the nice gesture? Anyways (back on track) its crazy how many sounds you hear, things you see and objects you feel within a five hour shift that actually feels like two because of working through a rush period. Children children children, I hate them. Hate is a strong word? Trust me I KNOW! I cannot fathom the loud screaming that sounds like metal to metal screeching; all because mommy won’t them get ice cream. The sad part is that I work in the grill and its sort of tucked away in the back. Imagining the intensity of the screaming? Quite horrible isn’t it? As if the loud grinding gears of their voices isn’t enough, I have the pleasure of watching them run around like its free game day at chuck e cheese or something. The only part I enjoy of them running around like maniacs is seeing the huge bright shiny smile on their faces, it makes...
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...Narrowing down to on person who had had an impact on my life is a difficult task, and one that requires a lot of thought. There have been many, but as I travel back through my memories, one person stands out above the rest, my mother. Whether in the classroom or at home, that one individual continuously shines. She knows how to help me when a problem arises, she is there to pick me up when I fall, and she is there as my biggest supporter when all is going well. She always seems to know when to push me or when to just step back and allow me to learn life lessons. One example of her driving me to do my best is a time that I had an extremely tough exam in Chemistry. This was a must pass test and to make it worse, it was over a chapter where I struggled. I came close to giving up and failing the test, but somehow my mom knew I was fighting this battle. She came to me and explained how giving up would interfere with my dream of going to college. It might not keep me out of college, but it would set my standards lower than they needed to be. My mom did not force me to study, but instead, she allowed me to make a decision that would effect me right then and possibly in the future. My mom has made a huge impact in my life in such a positive way. She has pushed me to where I am now. Through her example and our many talks, I have learned that hard work and perserverance can and will take you a long way in this world. I did pass that...
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...instructed otherwise.) Not only is a topic sentence the first sentence of a paragraph, but, more importantly, it is the most general sentence in a paragraph. What does "most general" mean? It means that there are not many details in the sentence, but that the sentence introduces an overall idea that you want to discuss later in the paragraph. For example, suppose that you want to write a paragraph about the natural landmarks of your hometown. The first part of your paragraph might look like this: My hometown is famous for several amazing natural features. First, it is noted for the Wheaton River, which is very wide and beautiful. Also, on the other side of the town is Wheaton Hill, which is unusual because it is very steep. (Notice how the first sentence begins with "My hometown..." a few spaces to the right of the paragraph edge. This is an indentation. All paragraphs in English MUST begin with an indentation.) Note how the first sentence, My hometown, Wheaton, is famous for several amazing geographical features,is the most general statement. This sentence is...
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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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