I'm not going to lie, at first I thought "OMG what have I got myself into?". But after freaking out and hyperventilating, I calmed myself and regrouped. I then realized that it wasn't as bad as I thought thirty minutes prior. Since I have never used any statistical data program before, everything looked "greek" to me. What really helped me was reading the chapters in the book to become more familiar with all this new information. I don't know which program I like the best yet because I have not worked enough with each of them. I am sure that by the time that this class is over I will be able to decide which one works best for me, or at least I hope
I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered
Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of
I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.
Before taking this course I was really excited about what I am going to learn. And I was right! This course is not only interesting but it is also helpful. I have learned that the grade I am having right now is the reflection of my try throughout the entire semester.
The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.
I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.
*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*
In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime
Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?
When I walked into the store, I was greeted by the sales associate, Cathy. She came over and asked me how she can help me today. I replied that I was looking for a new mattress and was told by a co-worker that they had a new Sleep Number bed and I was interested in finding out about them. The associate asked me about my current mattress and what I was looking for in a new mattress. After I answered her questions, she led me over to the demonstration mattress and asked me to lie down. She gave me the demonstration and then asked me to come over to the m7 mattress and lie down on that mattress. The associate then demonstrated the adjustable frame of the m7. She then gave me the laminated pricing sheet and explained that there was a current
I’ll start with the unavoidable and irrefutable challenge that I, a new bother will endure due to my lack of experience. My inexperience with Greek life will be one of my biggest challenges. However, I have forever enjoyed and been up to dispute my challenges. In order to grow as an individual and as an organization, challenges must be attacked head on, overcome and as a result one grows. It’s kind of like building muscle. You lift causing small tears in your muscle tissues which cause the soreness following your workout but as your body heals itself you come back with bigger and stronger than ever before. Therefore, I believe my strongest assets that I bring to this organization as a new member is my strongly motivated mentality, hardworking
A speak is moving on the paper. Tracing every letter with a little spark that flickers. I stick my fingers out to touch it and the instant contact burns me and I drop the paper with a gasp. Light comes up from the ground the second the paper hits the floor, shining so bright it could very possibly light a whole city. I cover my eyes at the brightness of it. The light gets bigger and closer and within less than three seconds, the light surrounds us. I want to scream bloody murder out of pure confusion and fear. Then, I feel as if I'm being sucked forward until my whole body, without my permission, is slowly being lifted off my window seat. I try to grab for Amanda, but everything is gone the second I blink.
The sixth period bell had just rung. I started to walk out the door to go to seventh period and just realized that it was raining. I had a couple of choices once I got to my seventh period class.
“Wow!”Im zeus daughter“How cool is that.”I went to the island of Delos. Apollo unconscious who I am or why I’m there. Zeus greets me and tells me I am a demigods a child of the Greeks gods. I’m the daughter of Zeus because i’m physically strong and able to defend myself. In the beginning I realized Zeus is my father because I can control lightning. “Physically strong able to defend myself, defender and guardian of women in childbirth and of wildlife in general.”This mean she is very good at archery. I can shoot a bow and arrow from 15 ft away. I can walk on bricks in the air I can shoot anybody with my bow and arrow for anything. She element because someone comes and she don’t know authority she gonna start a war. At the same time, She realized
I really thought this was going to be the one... my first born, I felt it. I want to give my babies a good life, a happy life, why is it that terrible people like Hilly Holbrooke and Elizabeth Leefolt get to have children and I don’t?! It’s not fair! I must be doin’ somethin’ wrong. Maybe I ought to eat more pickles, pregnant women are supposed to eat pickles aren’t they? No, I’ve read all the books I could find and I did everythin’ right, it must be somethin’ else (SIGH)… Oh if only Hilly and the girls knew, I’d be the laughing stock of Jackson and they would never have me to brunch with them and I can’t very well stay home all day every day now can I?