My lukewarm acting career in L.A. had turned cold. I was twenty-two and lost. Therefore, I got swayed to move to Berkeley with my boyfriend, Mark, after he received his acceptance letter from UC Berkeley.
For his major, Mark decided on biological anthropology. I felt uneasy with his choice, since he had shown no prior curiosity in the subject, and the curriculum would be difficult. Also, he would need a Master’s degree or Ph.D. to land a teaching or research position at a university, or to work in law enforcement. Despite all that, he had made up his mind and planned to leave L.A. with or without me. I wavered, and then compromised. “I’ll try it for a while,” I said.
Mark’s sister, Vivian, lived in Berkeley. An advantage, since she was on the
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She lived in a two-bedroom, wood-framed house that she shared with her aging Alaskan husky, Alpine, and an occasional roommate. A globe trekker, she loved to cook her favorite dishes from around the world for us and her eclectic group of friends. Many of whom worked in Academia, the restaurant world and a handful of artists. Scott, her boyfriend from college, had graduated with a PhD. in molecular biology and was an assistant professor at San Francisco State. Despite his credentials, Mark disliked him and felt he wasn’t good enough for his sister. They often butted heads over politics being Scott was a Republican, and Mark the epitome of anti-establishment and a former college dropout. But he put aside their differences one Saturday when Scott used a coat hanger to replace the radio antenna of his car torn off by vandals rather than to buy a new one. This clever act of mechanical ingenuity impressed Mark, and they kind of …show more content…
But preferred to take solitary walks in the Berkeley Hills, where he could attain an altered state of consciousness without a hangover. Since I had overindulged in food and drink, I asked if he’d care to join me for some fresh air. He led the way, and held the front door for me, and I walked through to the porch.
The sky seemed remarkably bright covered with a blanket of stars, and a full-moon above that resembled a Christmas ornament. The roundness of its face appeared so near that I felt tempted to reach my hand up to touch it. Instead, I leaned my head back. Malcolm followed suit. Rather than show off and point out The Big Dipper, or other constellations, or stars, he stood there with our bodies close and said nothing. At one point, I felt his left hand entwine mine. I didn’t resist, but held on tight and thought. Perhaps he wanted something, only what?
Roused by the beauty of the heavens, I let slip. “Oh, earth, you are too wonderful for anybody to realize
Brian started to think about his future. Brian has his mind set on Bellarmine already. He looked toward college and already knows that he wants to go somewhere in Southern California. Chapman and LMU are at the top of his list. After college, he fantasizes about being in the entertainment business. He has his hopes on being an actor or a youtuber, and moving to Bora Bora with all of his riches. However, No matter what happens in the future, he will always live by the most valuable lessons he has learned: family first and live life to the fullest.
About a year ago one of my best friends and I bought some glow-in-the-dark stars to paste on my ceiling. After about four hours of neck-straining work, we shut off all the lights in my room, closed the door, jumped onto my bed and looked up to admire the green glowing wonders above us. After a few minutes of quiet talking, my friend said something that totally blew me away. It might have been that he was tired from the day's work, or maybe a little light-headed from all the dust and stucco we inhaled while placing those stars on my ceiling. Or maybe it was the darkness that made him feel as if he had some kind of security. But something about the situation made him say one of the most serious things he
What looked like hundred, maybe more, angels appeared out of nowhere an illuminated the night with a unimaginable amount of light–even more than the first angel had given off. I could not explain just how much more overwhelming and dazzlingly marvelous it all was, but out of the hundreds of tormenting questions one unexpected thought popped in gently.
I wasn’t much of a golfer prior to relocating to Las Vegas, but I now work with a group who arranges outings on a regular basis, and I have been pretty excited with my progression in a pretty short time. I would actually get out to play more often, but I’m convinced there is no such thing as cheap golf in Vegas, but there is affordable golf in Vegas. So I jump on every opportunity to hit a new course when I find deals, a lot of times through Vegas Groupon. However, more often than not, Vegas golf deals on Groupon are for outlying areas.
I had a job mowing lawns for Joe Soehn Landscaping. Primarily, he was a commercial operation, but we moved a few private homes long before everyone had their lawn mowed by someone else. I worked with a guy, Steve, who had just finished his M.A. in English at the University of Colorado. He was, at that tender time in my life, my hero, and I wanted to be just like him. That was my plan, anyway. Today, we would say I had a man-crush. At the time, though, he was the coolest. I was a newly minted graduate of Jefferson County Public Schools, one of the finest in the country, or so we, the voters, were told. I had been accepted to CU, UNC, and CSU, but I planned to attend CU in the fall. I hadn?t declared a major, but English was
Remembering on our pledge before you shipped out of looking to the stars every night, I imagine your face halfway around the world, but still in the heavens.
Oh man.. diet this.. diet that!! what will they think of next!.. what an industry.. I am not saying that it won't work.. but i know that if I do a set program, i will end up getting off it in the end and gaining my weight back.. I started cooking for myself.. I found it was a great way of cutting the calories!..but i didn't know how to cook... then my friend bought me this dirty little beginners cookbook that was so dang funny that I just couldnt put it down... I've made some great stuff with it and all a helluva lot healthier than eating out!.. I can't tell you the name of the book cause it's politically incorrect.. but if you google "whipped and beaten Culinary works" you'll find it.. but if you get offended easily and can't take a joke..skip
Hello Andrew! Thank you for your service, Marine! What influenced you to choose Infantryman as your MOS? It’s great that you’re taking steps to improve your skills to be an asset in your business. What type of business do you have?
I thought she was crazy because I'm pretty sure that Cinna didn't want to see her naked. And, its disturbing to even read that she considered being naked in a room with Cinna. If I was her I would keep all of my private part hidden to everybody including Cinna. But after all he walked in her naked and looked at her body they were both quiet. Cinna took Katniss to dinner so he will tell her everything about Career Tribute and the people that will be designing Peeta.
I specifically searched for universities in entertainment hubs so that, alongside pursing my production degree, I could be working in the industry. This what I do in Austin currently: I perform with my two bands, rehearse, book shows, contribute to others or my own recording sessions, create bills for shows, and collaborate with other artists in the scene. It's been exciting to take my first audio engineering course with a respected, veteran Austin musician and engineer: Tim Dittmar. It's certainly got me further in the door of understanding and helped realize for certain that engineering and producing is a job I would enjoy. I've been able to apply some of what he has taught me into my mixes, though I'm still learning. Finding a mentor or
Here I am now! Still writing about what I feel, think and dream about, not only does it make me feel fulfilled inside I love to revise what I read, which broaden my perspective of what I could not see before regarding certain situation in my personal life plus more skills to write. Most of the time before I lie down to sleep, I write at least one to two pages, or sometimes when I arise in the morning. Writing helps me cope with all parts of life it’s my very own private cushion to my universe. My urge for writing will always be here until God says otherwise. Now, when it comes to reading the only problem, I have is it’s a sleeping pills that puts me to sleep without the dose; I read myself to sleep all the time. Reading teach me to explore
Whenever I engage myself in a book or any kind of article, the only ones that mostly catch my eye are the ones that make me feel like I’m completely captivated into the world of the writer. This experience is what inspired me to start writing. As I matured, I had begun to find a deep interest in the journalistic world of the fashion industry. The thought of the combination between English literature with fashion completely astonished me at a young age the more I researched over what fashion exactly was. To me fashion is the ultimate way to artistically express a person’s individual style. It’s a way to tell a story, a mood, or even a personality. The way it can define a person inspires me. The types of colors you choose, the statement accessories, the various types of styles, can all come together to create a unique style of each and every person in the world.
As the eyes are the window to the soul your resume is the window to job opportunity. Both should not be neglected (Milano, 2012). In order to be prepared for any opportunity that can present itself to you update you resume as often as posable (Forbs, 2013). For example, if you have any form of promotion, or job accomplishment or accolades should be added to you resume right away (Milano, 2012). Any addition certifications or activities such as community service should also be updated on your resume directly after completion (Milano, 2012).
Ever since I was little, I remembered going into the main office to read stories to the secretaries. I loved reading and writing stories for others to enjoy. As I kept writing for school and eventually in the teen section of the local newspaper I realized the duty of a writer- to inform and influence. With this responsibility comes decisiveness and the determination to write in truth. The significance of our diction emulates our character and the society we want to live in.
Imagine: a chubby six year old with dark brown hair and green eyes sits at a table writing in a notebook, her dark brows furrowed in concentration. A second grader with long, honey blonde locks walks up to the little girl and asks her what’s wrong. The six year old tells the girl she’s trying to write about “the real world” but is having trouble.