Stella Archer: Magic...What?

"Mom!"I screamed, "Come on we need to hurry if we want to get there on

This week’s materials cover the immigration policies, and meso-social analysis of how the immigrants in certain communities adapt.

From my room,I had smelt and sensed that rain was about to  arrive and had scurried outside before the drops commenced.Sweet anticipation formed inside as I awaited the blissful raindrops to pelt me on my face and body.The wind rose higher and grew frighteningly violent,swirling throwing rocks and gravel into the air.The thin

I walked to my house soaked, crying, and my nose dripping blood. This is why: When I got on the loud, stinky bus, 2 girls were waiting for me At my seat. After I sat down to do my homework, they distracted me by pouring some water on my head. After that they grabbed my homework and ripped it up into a million pieces.

A small raindrop not only accumulating speed and density but also dirt as it slid down the window of the incredibly tiny four-door that my aunt hadn't washed in a while as it seemed. The drop had reached an ample size and had a plentiful amount of dust and grim as it glided on to the front side of the handle and finally came into contact with my hand in what seemed like my last moments of freedom which I had only attained after leaving my session. The cool air from the vents was blasting powerfully against my cheek as I checked what my Aunt Avery was doing and of course, she was staring directly at me waiting to see what I had to say about my experience.

My story prior to CSP has so many events and memories involved with it. I went to Delano High School, which is a small town around the Plymouth area. I was a student athlete that loved to be involved in activities. I was a three sport athlete through my Sophomore year and then dropped Volleyball so I could take a heavier class load. I took College in the Schools classes to get credits for college starting my Junior year. The teachers that taught our CIS classes were the best ones and helped all of us learn how to study which will help me here at CSP. Some of my friends were there to support with everything I had going on and we formed really good study groups. My friends were also their to keep my head up and push through things that I couldn’t do without their support. My parents have been my best role models and I still continue to look up to them and listen to what they have to say. They were always very supportive with whatever I wanted to do and gave me advice when I needed it.

The rain drummed against Lumina, she felt each and every single one hit her and she wished she could hit each one back. She had more important things to worry about now. The young girl blocked out the rain and turn to look at her teacher, surely enough her mentor followed her out. Prominence gave her a nod.

When I opened the door, I heard sprinting and caught a glimpse of my mother rushing back to the couch. Her face was twisted into an unusual expression.

“Mya!” my mom yelled, “We’re going to be late!” I frantically searched my closet for something to wear.

Wow, me cut off her best student like, I say again. I just can't believe she cut me off. “Goodbye class.”

room and told me to put my shoes and coat on. Instinctively, I went to

I didn’t hear it at first. The footsteps. Autumn had just begun, so it rained more frequently than any other time of the year. I had made the

It all started one morning in Aurora, Colorado. I came downstairs to eat so I can go outside to play. After I eat I run upstairs, but my parents stopped me,

It was a dark afternoon with clouds blocking the beautiful sky from the morning sun. As I was leaving basketball practice with my friend Baylee, the sky started to turn green and the wind started to pick up. As we got to her house we ran to the porch as it started to rain but we never expected to this to happen.

At this point your baby is just a little bigger than a pencil eraser. At week eight growth continues with the arms, legs, fingers and ears. My eyes are visible and my lips and nose have formed. The trunk of my body is getting stronger! Over the next two weeks my arms are developing along with other body parts, my head becomes more round and my neck is developing. Approaching the end of trimester one, my body is growing rapidly and I am officially a fetus. Isn’t that rewarding? My eyes are widely separated, red blood cells are forming in the liver and at the end of the week my extra genitalia will develop into a clitoris and labia majora. Now we are at twelve weeks, I am developing fingernails and my face has a human profile. Congratulations mom, you are one third of the way there!