Create a powerpoint or some other type of visual aid about your book. Include facts, dates, wars, catastrophes, and any other important events during your period of history. You may be as creative as you like with this assignment and can put it in any format. For example, you could use cartoons, songs, dioramas, speeches, characters, or anything that I haven’t listed. Try to think “outside” the…
The lovely red cap has been a forever memory reminding me of that meaningful experience now then. In the freshman winter vacation, I participated in an activity organized by a community from Henan University to visit the poor old people and do some researches about the rural areas. It was a special experience which gave me a new impression on the reality of our country’s rural society.…
Essays! (MUST HAVE: topic sentence (reword topic question) – include title and author; avoid run-ons, spelling errors, fragments, etc.)…
Talking about future, the modernization is always a hot issue for people all over the world. As a result, a lot of people have a comfortable life, no cares, no worrying, just be successful while others are conversely in an awful life. So what makes that differences is the past, the past could make people’s future better or vice versal. Then I would like to tell you a story that changed my life, which is unforgettable.…
Childhood memories are special for everyone. I have many happy memories of my childhood and I enjoy looking back on the good times. I was born in Manhattan, N.Y and raised in Charleston, S.C. I was an only child so I spent a lot of time with my parents. My parents were both full time workers but they always made sure I was in activities and in exciting adventures. Of all the memories, there are three unforgettable events that took place in my childhood. I had the pleasure of horseback riding, summer vacations and high school graduation. All of these events brought me joy and happiness.…
The silence was so dense and heavy I could almost feel it but it was always like that between me and dad. He had told me to go grocery shopping with him because we had come back after the summer vacation and there was no proper and edible grocery at home, so we were headed to the local store. Dad was really sick and weak after the flight back from our homeland so I made myself do all the shopping quickly so that he wouldn’t have to tire himself. And whenever I am in a rush, I become embarrassingly clumsy, bumping into this and that, and you see things flying here and there but of course it’s unintentional! But I,surprisingly, managed to get all the things that were on the shopping list so after I filled the shopping trolley I pushed it to the counter and as I was emptying the contents of the trolley I pushed it to the counter and as I was emptying the contents of the trolley and oh just my luck, that’s exactly when the cream cheese glass jar decided to take a roll down the trolley and smash itself into pieces onto the floor. I wasn’t scared of anything like if the cashier would add some fine or anything. My dad naturally possesses a loud voice but it was further enhanced because he is diabetic, which gives a sympathetic high tone. So he started screaming impulsively and loudly in front of everyone at me how I was always in a hurry, how I can never get things right, how I always made a mess, how I am never careful enough and it went on and on. I was so ashamed and humiliated at myself for not being more careful and I was filled with disgust for myself as I bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass on the floor and hand it to the cashier who put it in a grocery bag. While I was giving it to him, my fingers were painted with blood which had bled out as I picked the pieces but I didn’t notice the physical pain for it was nothing compared to my emotional tornado. Yes, you have every right to think that I’m over-sensitive, emotional,…
As a child everything was so much more simple. Day after day I only had one objective on my mind, and that was to go outside and have as much fun as I possibly could before the sun went down and it became dark, that was when I had to be home. My cousins lived right next to me so i can always remember going outside and swimming in our swimming pool, and then we would go over to our grandmothers house for lunch, she lived on the other side of my house right next door, I will never forget going over their amd smelling the freshly baked cookies she always made us. There are alot of things i can remember from my childhood but everytime I think back this one seems to always stand out the most.…
Last Sunday, I went shopping eagerly at the largest shopping mall in my town. My elder sister was accompanying me. As the important Christmas Day was just around the corner, the shopping mall was packed with people. There were many girls and ladies who were hanging their handbags loosely over their shoulders. I also did likewise. Although my mother always advised me not to bring a handbag, or if I wanted to bring it, I must hang it carefully over my shoulder, I refused to do so. Her advice always fell on deaf ears.…
The water was dark and threatening; I took a deep breath and jumped. Thankfully, I’m a good swimmer. However, I wasn’t prepared for the icy intensity of the water. Panic hovered on the fringes of my brain, ready to overwhelm me. I felt numb, heavy; I could barely see anything as it was pitch dark except for the two fiery eyes burning brightly across me, the eyes of the creature responsible for my wet and frosty state. The sky was overcast and star-less, at times the hazy impression of the moon could be seen or was I imagining things? How on earth was I going to find Minnie!…
Going to the beach is always filled with sensory experiences that are precise to ones memory and natural sensations, including the sun burnt dried out skin from baking in the sun, the fresh ocean smell regularly disrupted by the overwhelming odor of sunblock, and the sounds of crashing waves and crying birds that gets washed away. Florida is known for so many beaches, but Cocoa Beach is the only place that was unforgettable. The sand between your toes, the ocean wind going through your hair, the taste of the salty ocean mist, and the feeling of ultimate relaxation on the beach; what more can you ask for?…
Thinking back to my childhood years, there were countless memories. I was eight years old when my family decided to take a trip to Jamaica. It was the first time I had ever left the United States. We stayed at a Beaches Resort for seven unforgettable days. I would choose the family vacation trip to Jamaica as being my favorite childhood memory.…
Driving up to the house, my house, the tires screech to stop as the carts tires also most to the rhythmic symmetry that I have come accustomed to my whole life. As the car comes to a full and complete stop everyone clicks off their seat belts and the big van door slides open and everyone moves like a well-oiled machine to exit the car. Someone locked thee front door so one of the kids runs through the side of the house to open the door. Like little white mice all the children move and to their separate ways throughout the house to occupy their short attention span and in no time at all everyone is either watching television or on a computer or screaming and yelling at each other.…
I wasn't always excited to visit a theme park. Thinking back to when I had just turned thirteen, I had my first thrilling yet terrifying trip to Disney World. I have always been fascinated by carnival rides, but seeing the huge monstrosities that would throw people in the air in all different directions never sat well with me. What always amazed me was how ordinary people crave to be tossed through the air like vegetables in a blender, instead of enjoying the peacefulness of the ground. For me, it's the excitement of having survived the ride that draws me back for more.…
I stepped a foot towards a step. I looked for my seat in the economy class. It is here. I sat down slowly as I think of the possible things I am going to do when I come back home. Its been15 years since I last saw my high school classmates. “Can I do something for you sir?” a voice surprised me. As I looked up, I saw a familiar face. It seems as if I seen her somewhere. I remembered. It is Fabbelle Cartilla, an old classmate since elementary. She became a flight attendant. I just shook my head and she walked away. “This is your captain speaking; please fasten your seat belts because we are going to take off. Enjoy your travel.” It was a long, awful travel. I looked out the window and I saw the beautiful buildings of Cebu. I said to myself, I am home. On the airport, I accidentally hit a woman. Her things were scattered on the floor. I helped her of picking the things. I looked at her I.D. and to my surprise it was Hanna Belcina. I was astonished because she is now a licensed nurse. I think she don’t remember me so I returned it to her.…
My life flashes before my eyes, as I approach the alligator infested waters. I begin to panic in the thought of the flesh eating monsters tearing me to shreds. I close my eyes, and pray to God hoping He answers me in that very same moment. "Lord, please take hold of my hand, and guide me to safety. I know I haven't been the best person lately, and I don't deserve Your mercy. I really don't want to die. Please Lord, help me!" As I opened my eyes, I could see the creatures inching their way towards the area I was destined to land within the next minute or so. I closed my eyes once more, and frantically cried out to the heavens. "I'm begging you Lord, please!"…