Jung 1 Brian Jung Madrid English 1 5 September 2014 The First Day of High School The clock struck 6:30, I was lying in bed, and it was time to get up. I tumbled in my bed, while my emotions were going all over the place. Being that my mom was the one who woke me up, I waited in bed and closed my eyes as she came near my room to cover my anxiety. It was the first day of high school and I was as excited as one can be. Taking my shower towel in with me to brush my teeth and my toothbrush down stairs with me to eat breakfast, I was oblivious to everything except for the special day that I envisioned at school.
My Philosophy as a Wrestling Coach Wrestling is a sport that has been around since the dawn of man. It is a sport that builds character and discipline, and once you’ve competed, it often carries on for a lifetime. I’ve wrestled on and off since fifth grade and it has been a large part of my life. It’s helped me bond with my father and made me many great friends along the way. Being a sophomore in college now, I have but two years left in my career, and I’m forced to think about what I will do after I’m done.
I act as I’m taking a shower. She smiled and me and I new already that she understands me now. She said “oh, yes, take me to bath please”. After this situation I reported in a care plan and a communication book that all the staff members should try to use verbal and non verbal communication together to communicate effectively with Mrs J. I spoke to my senior and then to Mrs J family member about other methods of effective communication with this individual. Sister of Mrs J said that Mrs J has a good eye sight and it wold be a good point to write a notes for her.
We headed back to Becky’s house to get ready for the big dance that evening. Once we felt we were ready to hit the dance floor we headed for my house. I reached down, pulled the garage open and there stood my mom’s pride and joy a 1972 Dodge Charger. I had never felt such pure adulterated elation, for deep down I knew I was standing on the edge of the rabbit’s hole. I greedily climb behind the steering wheel, put the key in the ignition, and turned the key.
American forces came the same day of the revolt. Dachu Death March April 26, 1945, 7,000 prisoners were forced on a death march going to Tegernsee. The march lasted 6 days, the march was liberated on April 9th. During those 6 days more than 2,000 prisoners died from either the elements, or were shot by German guards. Slawa Death March On January 20, 1945, approximately 1,000 Jewish prisoners were evacuated from Slawa camp in upper Silesia, western Poland, a region annexed to Germany.
This time, I quickly rolled out of my bed to dodge it and got into a defensive stance. Still wincing in pain from the first blow, I said, “That hurts, Rose! What would you do if I actually died from that? !” “It’s your fault for not waking up no matter how many times I tried to call you!” Rose replied unhappily while pouting.” Don’t tell me you forgot about what’s happening today!” “Of course not! As you can see, I’m wide awake now.
I still had the T.V on because I like to watch it put me to sleep. I had waken about 3:00am and could not be back to sleep. My mind was racing about everything that is going on in my life at the moment. Day 2- Since I was awake at 3:00am in the morning I was still very sleepy. I had left for school at 8:00am got home around 10:00am.
I was in a mess my white pants now brown and my bun was ruined with my hair everywhere. I stood up straightened my shirt and as I was walking up the stairs I tripped over one , while no one was looking and hoped nothing worse was to come. As I got into the house I was told straight away to go and try on my dress and make sure that it had fitted. As I was putting it on I realized that I couldn’t zip the dress up all the way. I started to stress because the wedding was tomorrow.
Descriptive writing- my favorite place A voice yelling my name in such loud whisper caused me to jar out of a relaxing, and a light burning through my eyes. Weakly, I open my eyes to see my daddy standing in the doorway looking at my messy room. He told me that I need to get going and is 3:00 a.m. I grabbed my clothes and left. The total time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rough outdoors.
Do Not Wait Until Is Too Late “Ontario Police Department”, “How can I help you?” said the voice on the other side of the telephone. “I would like to report a stolen purse, please!” I thought that day would be like any other day, but it did not happened that way. “Beep, beep!” the alarm woke me up at 7:00 am as usual. Beep, Beep!” the alarm reminded me it was time to get up. “I am coming!” said stretching my arms, then rubbing my eyes.