I sat across. Observant of the way her weary eyes reflected the crisp sunlight, vaguely peaking through the gaps of the steady blinds. The air lingered of analogous grief; dominating the only sign of delight barely seeping through her sanitary extent. The air was sweltering hot, like the dancing of flames and the crackle sound as wood burns. I felt suffocated by the obnoxious dancing flames like the sillage of a shifty crime - succinctly covering all the salient points of the case. A case in which illustrated a woman at rest ahead of me. I watched her pale complexion to the weakness of her eyes, that glared deep into the horizon. I smile deep into the windows to her soul, getting lost by the seconds added to it perceiving every fine line …show more content…
“Like the mistake of cramming all your studying into the night before your most pivotal day of the year, every students endorse of value”. I turned towards mom to see her face of stunned confusion, not knowing what to say or do. I then look at grandma, thinking of a way to break the silence. “And when you carried her for 9 months?” I asked, trying to stay in contact with that wash of brown. “Oh, it was so difficult. The pain any little child fears. But when she came out, your mom had me thanking the lord for a gift I'll never replace; even with a girl's best friend, diamonds!” she jokingly gasped. “I could endure any pain that came after it too, just to have your mother wrapped around my arms, then she gave me a smile ”. And then she gave me a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right angle to showcase the faint creases of her laugh lines; flourished by the years she had set her foot on earth. It was that unexpected gush of warmth that went through me as I saw that dimple peak through. Seeing grandma smile gave me that slow-mo feeling no american movie forgets to showcase. When she smiled, I lost focus of the distraction around, apart from the woman who was in front of me. The woman who owned a smile so contagious, it was so bright. Bright enough to light up New York city after dark.
Before I could even take a breath to ask her another question, she hinted for me to sit next to her bed, and so I did. A sight of astonishing beauty. The sun
After the World War I, many American thought the involvement in war was a mistake as only the international bankers and arms exporters gained handsome profits while ordinary people hardly gain anything from it. When the threats aroused form Nazi Germany and Japan, majority Americans felt the threats were too distant and wished Hitler could counterweight the growing influence of Soviet Union. Influential businessmen, such as Henry Ford, also tried to maintain their overseas markets by avoiding war. Americans preferred isolationism and didn’t want to involve in another war (Forner 855). Hence, the congress passed series of Neutrality Acts to ban the travel of belligerent’s ships and the sale of arms to countries at war. When British faced with
As she walks through the door after a long and exhausting day, Monee King is greeted with “Hey Mom!”, from her 4 beautiful teenage girls. She cooks an amazing dinner after cooking for others all day. They sit at the kitchen table and bow their heads in prayer. After a quiet “Amen” the table erupts in stories about each of the young girl's day. She listens and laughs while thinking “This wasn't easy but it was worth it”
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind is a book written by William Kamkwamba and Bryan Mealer in 2015. This non-fiction narrative details the journey that Kamkwamba took to create a wind turbine from scrapped materials and supply power to his small village in Malawi. He accomplished this feat in 2001 using a book entitled Using Energy to learn about wind turbines. Because of his ingenuity, he was invited to host a TED talk in 2007 and was accepted into Dartmouth University where he graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in environmental studies in 2014. Mealer, co-author of The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, helped Kamkwamba turn his story into a book, writing it from Kamkwamba’s perspective.
Within the memoirs of “This Boy’s Life, “The Other Wes Moore” and “Those Winter Sunday’s, the fathers in the first two stories were abusive to their wives. The mothers were somewhat tolerant at first then decided to find a better way of living for both herself and her child. In the third story, there was only a father, so the parent in that story was portrayed differently. The mothers in the first two stories grew up differently. The first mother was born and raised in the U.S and the second mother was born in Jamaica and came to the U.S at age 3. Although both mothers had different upbringings, and were parents during different times, their values were the same. It was important for them to show their child(ren) right from wrong. It was also
The reader is almost forced to look at the actions of the grandmother as being similar to that of a young child. There's not a quiet moment with her around and she never sits still. The reader tends to have a negative perception of the grandmother due to these personality traits. However, these traits are expressed in a comical way causing the reader to be annoyed by the grandmother, but also entertained.
While visiting his mom in the hospital, Russell is overcome by the tragic reality of the present, of the ability that life possesses to inflict much cruelty. During his early infrequent visits, he attempts to divert his mother 's senility and return her to the present. Hence, when he sits with her in a hospital, surrounded by the stench of illness, he relates much better to her situation and wonders where his fierce and confident mom vanished. So forth, it is in this whitewashed facility that it dawns on him that in essence, his mom had lost her happiness way before her mind had wandered and it irks him that he had not perceived that. Ironically, his mother, who is sitting in the same environment of doom, is oblivious to her bleak surroundings and is able to return to a place of serenity; her glorious past with wonderful memories. In contrast, Tillie Olsen sets a scene of a mother ironing in a warm and cozy environment with the happy banter of children in the backdrop. Thus, She portrays an image of a loving and prosperous rearing, of offspring. Yet, the opposite holds true and the same kid that is raised in this wonderful environment was not protected in her early years. In fact, Emily did not always have a stable home with parents who were available to her. In addition, the time frame of post depression and war era entwine the two stories. Both occurrences illustrate the harsh times that both
The men noticed her firm buttocks like she had grape fruits in her hip pockets; the great rope of black hair swinging to her waist and unraveling in the wind like a plume; then her pugnacious breasts trying to bore holes in her shirt. They, the men, were saving with the mind what they lost with the eye. (2)
In the book All But My Life, Gerda shows us the life of being a Jew in the days of the Nazi war. Gerda is now eighteen years old, but she is still lacking the happiness she once had. In the latest chapters, Gerda is forced out of her hometown. She moves to the “ghetto” along with all of her neighbors. A few days pass and right when things seem to get back to normal, the Klein family gets split up. They all go to separate camps to perform labor for the Nazis. A few weeks later, Gerda finds no sign of her parents nor their whereabouts. She then is told of these horrific stories about how the Nazis tortured the Jews in Auschwitz. Gerda then receives a letter from Abek. Since Abek is higher class, he gave Gerda the option to work at their store
“I promise to live with you and laugh with you; to stand by your side, and to sleep in your arms; to be joy to your heart, and food for your soul; to always make you, you”(Spelling 242).When you are a kid, you don't worry about what anyone thinks. Stori Telling, an autobiography of Tori Spelling, is a hilarious autobiography about her over-the-top first wedding to finding new love to her much-publicized -- and misunderstood -- “disinheritance,” and how she makes wrong decisions in her life, and will blame others for the unhappiness in her life but it seems like most of her unhappiness is self-created and self-perpetuated.
her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him
Identifying Personal Strengths and Weaknesses Krissy Price Indiana University Southeast Abstract In this document, I will discuss my self-perceived strengths, weaknesses and what I can do to overcome my weaknesses. I will interview a faculty member that is familiar with me and get their personal take on my strengths, weaknesses and things that I can do to improve myself. With the information gathered, I will compare my responses to that of the faculty member that was interviewed and see if they are similar. I will come up with a plan or small goals to help myself improve and become better overall.
When I was growing up, I remember my family situation as extremely chaotic. I was one of eight children and my father and mother had little time to devote to me individually. Most of the time they spent trying to earn enough to support us with their meager resources. I was often called upon to act as a surrogate mother to my siblings. I felt I had little time to develop my own unique perspective and voice when I was very young. Even as a preschooler I remember doing chores to help out at home. However, this situation did foster some positive aspects of my character. I learned to be mature at an early age and gained a sense of competence because of my responsibilities. But I also was taught put the needs of others second to my own. I feel that I did not learn to value my own, legitimate desires to an adequate degree as a young girl and have only recently acquired a true sense of worth [THESIS].
One's dream and aspirations to supersede in life must be stronger and greater than limitations set forth by others. The experience that were bestowed to me during my short life has elevated me to the woman I am today. Please walk with me as I give you the opportunity to see the world from my eyes:
This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.
Ursula was not prepared for their program. She was the only female in a school of mostly white men. The school existed outside of her comfort zone, in a different borough of New York. She had to take additional classes to catch up with her peers. For probably the first time in her life, she doubted herself and her decision to enter this prestigious school. But she was a quick study, and after switching her major from chemical engineering to mechanical engineering, she found her way. (Burns, Ursula M. Burns, n.d.)