The most engaging and memorable conversations that I have ever had took place just a few weeks ago. I was on my way home from rehab. Not for me, but for my girlfriend, Mikayla. Her father and I had dropped her off at a rehabilitation facility in Opelousas. For the past two years Mikayla has been addicted to opiates that she was prescribed for her anxiety.
When Paul was asked by an Interviewer, why she dedicated her whole life to women’s equality, she credited her farm upbringing, and the teachings of her mother (“Alice Paul: Feminist, Suffragist,” par. 6). Alice was inspired by her mother to spend her life holding campaigns, for the welfare of women. The education was limited for women in the Quaker society; they only studied for a year, and got married. “Though each of [Tacie’s] four children took classes at the college, it was her eldest daughter Alice who stayed for four years graduating with a degree in Biology” (“Alice Paul: Feminist, Suffragist,” par.
Alexander A. DeMella October 2013 I am It’s August 31, 2013 and I am sitting at the desk of a substance abuse and vocational counselor at a rehabilitation center known as Outreach House 2 which I originally entered on March 12th of that same year. What I am doing is writing an essay that 7months ago I never would have imagined possible. Despite some of my initial struggles in the program, I work hard in the program to help better myself. By working hard I am allotted time to go home which is something I am so appreciative of because to me there is nothing that is more important than family. You see, I was spinning out of control, I fought with my family, I used marijuana, and I developed an apathetic view of the world around me.
Writing this poem allowed me to look back into those past experiences and let go. I can honestly say that until writing this paper, I was allowing my past experiences hold me emotionally hostage. When I graduated from Highline Community College and decided to attend The Evergreen State College, little did I realize how impactful this college would be; affecting my desire to express my thoughts and views about the world. The Evergreen State College opened the door to writing; a door that had been closed for a very long time. Although I hadn’t yet become comfortable writing about my past during the first few quarters of school, I enjoyed writing for academic growth.
Before this class had began, I was accustomed to writing essays with narrow ideas. Whenever I would write, I would discuss the topic briefly and move on to the next topic. In English 1301, that all changed. I was no longer "telling" the reader events that were occurring. Instead, I was able to describe in detail the actual events that occurred in my life.
I also spent half of a year at Wesleyan College, in Owensboro, Kentucky and had to leave to give birth to my son. I now have 2 wonderful children. A son that is almost 9 years old, and a daughter that is 2 years old. They mean the world to me and I love them with all my heart!! My children are the reason that I am now going to finish school.
Amanda is a 32 years old Caucasian female and mother of 5 children. She has 16 year old twin girls, 4 year old twin girls, and a 2 year old boy. Amanda is educated with a GED and is a stay at home single mother. I am a 34 year old Caucasian female and mother of one child, a 13 year old boy. I am married, employed full-time and attending college.
Roberta McGarry Diagnostic Essay Writing Goals In this course I hope to learn a lot to improve my writing. The last time I was in school was 20 years ago. I haven’t had to write anything since except the occasional email at work. I feel that I have never been a great writer. Therefore my first goal for this class is to refresh my memory on writing a good paper.
my name is Cedric Jerod Ray. I am 28 years of age and newly unemployed. Years ago, after graduating from James Bowie H. S in 2001 I was asked what school I would attend. I remember vividly thinking to myself how fun and exciting my college experience would be. I had no trouble completing high school, taking most AP classes throughout my then short academic career.
Even though my son also had Annabel’s blood in his veins it wasn’t in my plans to ever let her know that my son was her very first grandchild. I knew that if she ever found out she would do anything in her power to separate us. And I was right, Matthew, the father of my child, was a well-known alcoholic. The night he found out about my engagement with Alexander he drank like never before and went home quite