Why I Have Gradually Learned Overtime Bit

As I walk towards the ocean with the sand warm beneath my feet, the waves lap at my ankles, seeming as if they want to pull me out to sea. The sun rises over the horizon, reflecting off the waves and shimmering like gold. The salt air smells tangy as it stings my nose with the smell I crave while I am away from the ocean. The Outer Banks in North Carolina has been my favorite place to go from my first memories. I look forward to going there every summer because there at the ocean I feel at home. It is a place where I can forget every stress in my life and be totally at peace. It is a place where my family can spend time together, not like at home where we all have activities and places to be. The Outer Banks is not a beach where the ocean

Yesterday I learned something new. Everyday here in the United States as an international student, I speak another language than my native one, French. I learn something new everyday, with a new way to express myself, by being far away from my family, and by making my own decisions. Personally, I consider myself in the process of becoming an adult. Afterall, aren’t we all growing everyday in some kind of way? It might be a little foolish or biased, but I do believe everybody has a space to grow and something to learn, every single day. From that perspective, I will compare two movies that shows some kind of growing within masculinity in 21th century. Les Intouchables shows the process of growing up as being responsible for another person, while Once Upon A Time shows the process of growing up by understanding another’s emotions, which suggests that Les Intouchables claims that the process of growing up is a development that is being forged by a contemporary society with different social classes, while Once Upon A Time argues that the process of growing up is coming from our own interpretation and the ability to understand another’s action and perspective.

The swooshing of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arranged from white to pink to gray. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. Near the sandbox is a light brown picnic table, gum sticking to the bottom waiting for its next victim to touch it. The smell of fish and snails reeks, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin, dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. To my left is the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading

I view the beach as a beautiful vacation spot. The beach is a place for family, romance, and fun. Although the beach is just a strip of land that lies on the edge of a lake, river, or ocean. Beaches are alive. They are the homes of crabs, clams, and fish. The beautiful shells that travelers search for are just erosions from the sea brought in by the tides. The shells have greater meaning to me it’s an adventure to search for them and a token of the vacation. While at the beach I love to sit on

In order to properly explain my interest in “How to Learn Anything Instantly,” and subsequent review I feel as if I need to explain that I am a recent septic shock survivor. Many survivors find knowledge and abilities that once came easy are now much harder or completely gone. Most doctors will say this is either because of the oxygen deprivation to corresponding areas of the brain and the information and abilities will forever be lost or is a result of the trauma, very similar to PTSD and the skills may or may not come back, if the patient is dedicated enough to put up with the failures and let downs along the way. I am stubborn and refuse to believe I can not retrain my brain and be the person I once was, so books like this always catch my eye.

Many individuals have unique locations where they retreat to unwind and find stimulation. For instance, the most inspirational place in which I find serenity & tranquility is the Island of Bora Bora in Tahiti. It is one of the most peaceful islands in the world. Bora Bora Island is an hour flight from the islands of Moorea and Tahiti located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean in French Polynesia. Since my early childhood, my family and I frequented the island annually; therefore, this became a traditional destination for us where we would come and acquire equanimity from the various life obstacles we encountered. The craggy mountains, incandescent lagoon waters, impenetrable equatorial vegetation, numerous junkets and the hospitality

The smell of the salty sea delight my lungs as it crashed into the rocks with all its might. As I sit on the cliff top looking over the valley I see my father giving his swimming lessons to my sisters, as my fearful mother shriek at them to come back to the beach.

One can agree that during the day, the beach can be a noisy place: music, kids, and talkative individuals can all make a difference in the pleasantness of your beach day. During the day in the Bahamas it is quite loud due to the numerous tourists in the area who want to party and have a good time, but at dusk, it stops. Little by little the beach gets less populated with clamorous people and feels more like your own oasis. You begin to hone in on the sounds: the rave music is now more calming; it is maybe playing reggae or something else soothing. The seagulls seem to chirp less, and you are suddenly all alone. As you walk down the beach waiting for the sun to set you feel the softness of the sand, and look back to see how your feet have been molded to become one with the beach. When the sun sets and the sky radiates comforting colors, you begin to feel different: the beach resonates the warmth of the sky through your feet, up into your heart. You look around and see the landscape of the beach has been made lively by the colors of the sky. The rocks blush from the sky’s red tint, and the palm trees look to be slow dancing in the warming breeze. Your body is captured by good feelings and is hypnotized by the sunset’s effect on this beach. There is still one last element to the whole picture

This relaxes me more than anything. You can see the tides soaring and crashing in the distance. Being at the beach might be so relaxing but imp going to be honest with you, imp still lazy to get in the water.

Every summer,my family has the tradition of going down to Wildwood Beach for a week . Wildwood is like home to me. There I have countless memories such as riding a huge 12 person bike, ordering zeppoles for breakfast and getting the icecream truck at midnight every year. The beach is where we all saw my baby cousin's first steps and where I went on walks during sunset with my papa before he passed. Every year we all count down the days to be down there, all together, to make even more memories. The beach represents me in so many ways . I love the feeling of the sand on my feet and the calmness I get being

I’ve never really been too fond of the beach in thought, however, when actually there, and experiencing it with my friends, it’s an entirely different story. It was an unexpected call from my one friend Jarec who told me something along the lines of, “Me and Jandro are going to the beach this weekend wanna come?”, to which I replied with a rather uninterested, “yes”, little did I know however, that going to the beach with my friends was going to be a riptide of fun and adventure.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.