Thought I would paste up some of my essays from this year, maybe your interested? If not, skip, skip, skip away!
Pasted from most recent backwards through the semester.
Division and classification "essay"
Cookie baker- This was my first job at the tender age of eleven. I baked cookies and sold them for 75 cents a bag in the break room of Delta airlines. My mother happened to be my assistant and business manager.
Real Estate Agent's Assistant- Assisted in a real estate office during the summer of my sophomore year in high school as the regular assistant was on maternity leave.
Caregiver to the Elderly- Entrepreneurial venture to assist the elderly in my neighborhood after graduating high school. Quickly gathered the opinion that the elderly hates teenage girls. Lasted five months spread between four clients.
Prescription Drug Call Center Operator- A job fueled by the tears of dashed adolescent dreams. Truly meant to break the spirit and lower self esteem. Swallowed my eighteenth year of life and encroached upon the nineteen. Eleven months filled with teary nights and foggy days.
Insurance Office Assistant- My first job in Milwaukee. This job lasted from the age of nineteen to twenty. Overall a good work environment, minus the gossip.
Student- A job which remains unprofitable at the moment, but will end up becoming fruitful in the near future.
Concierge/Receptionist for Condominium- A glimpse into the upper crust of society. A whisper of Oprah's billions, athletic super stardom, and incredible mind power. My first enjoyable job.
Sketch Artist- Leaning heavily on my mother's teaching skills. Thankfully I have been gifted at least a smidgen of her abundant talent.
Mother- Pay doesn't always have to come in monetary value, it can also come in the future of an unborn generations. I have always dreamed of motherhood and now that I am married it is always in the back of my mind. My husband and I are going to wait until we have both gotten degrees and are homeowners before this can become a gifted reality.
Family Counselor- Becoming apart of the human services realm of a career is my ultimate dream (although teaching is a strong possibility if the government can fix the system...hahhaha). Blessed with an overwhelming empathy towards the human race and more than a few unwelcome experiences in my past, I hope to better my fellow man with a merciful career and an open ear.
My husband's Business Partner in Owning An Assisted Living Home- A venture I am proud to say is my husbands dream. His care for the unfortunate citizens of the world sparks my passion to assist him in any way possible. To give the clients and their families a happy and healthy home environment is our goal and over all wish.
Comparison Contrast Essay
Before moving to Milwaukee two years ago I lived in St. Marys which is located in the Southeastern corner of the State of Georgia. Oddly Milwaukee also is near the south east corner of Wisconsin. Although they are alike in geographical location in their respective states, St. Marys and Milwaukee are vastly different places to live in America.
Bordering the Okefenokee swamp supports the hot and humid weather in St. Marys. A visitor can picture stepping into a sauna, where the air is thick, hot, and hard to breathe. The luxury of air conditioning is a must in this town! It is not unusual to celebrate the holidays without the need of a heavy jacket, mittens, or even a hat, as the seasons barely change here. Milwaukee on the other hand, is known for frigid winters and drastic seasonal changes, what would Christmas be like without a fresh blanket of snow? Also geographically, these cities are both located next to a large body of water, St. Marys has the Atlantic Ocean only a short walk to the east, while Milwaukee can enjoy a beach setting of Lake Michigan, also located in the east.
Although the weather can arguably be thought of as the most drastic difference between these cities, I believe that food can take that role. St. Marys, and Georgia in general, is known for the pride of Southern cooking. The well known chef Paula Deen resides only a little over an hour away in Savannah! The restaurants are predominantly southern with a main menu consisting of family recipes for fried chicken, sweet tea, rice and gravy, greens smothered in bacon, cornbread with honey butter and a big bowl of banana pudding for dessert. Some of the foods which are considered staples in the south such as grits and sweet tea are unlikely to be found here in Milwaukee. Southern foods may not be as consistent here, however many cultural foods can be found in Milwaukee. In different neighborhoods one can dine on Polish, German, Greek, and Mexican foods as well as many other cuisines.
The Cheers theme song "Where everybody knows your name" should be the theme of St. Marys. Small souther towns are well known for gossiping and nosy neighbors, while in Milwaukee most neighbors keep to themselves. It seems as if this city is a city of strangers where it is unlikely to see a familiar face in the crowd. This major difference can be explained by the population differences. Milwaukee is the known as a major city, while St. Marys is a rural town where it is much easier to see a familiar face in the crowd.
The work environments are also quite different. St. Mary's is known for the farming of crops such as peaches, cotton, and peanuts, while Milwaukee is known for industrial work such as Harley Davidson, and many manufacturing plants. Farming can be thought of as a laid back, slower pace of life while industry is fast paced and always moving. The inequality of the work ideals also speak for the personalities of the citizens.
Although these two places are exceedingly at odds, each has it's own charm and character.
Apples- A magical fruit used to gather family and friends during early fall.
Art- The expression of emotions through physical means.
Beck- A musician known for his creativity and mind blowing lyricism.
Braces- A torture device used to reduce appetite in dental patients.
Brussel Sprouts- A misunderstood vegetable, once halved and roasted with olive oil and garlic becomes heaven on a plate.
Calender- Depressing date organizer. Known for elusively shortening weekends, and elongating weekdays.
Cellphone- An electronic tool used to annoy people in public places.
Children- A future goal that is often dreamed of, or a lesson learned a little too late.
Czesia- My Polish nickname representing my inclusion of the family, and honorary Polish heritage.
Einstein- A fluffy white rabbit perfect for snuggling and adoring.
Family- Ever changing group of irreplaceable people.
Farm- Ideal child rearing acreage.
Love- A beautiful emotion which can create chaos and wars if placed in the wrong hands.
Money- An illusory creature known for slipping through one's fingers and into the pocket's of others.
Oatmeal- Perfect breakfast when mixed with banana and milk.
Politician- Liar; fictitious character representing humanistic traits of decency and honor.
Runner- Disciplined role model, fit and determined.
Scar- A silent reminder of imperfection and fragility.
Sleep- A mythical place only known to babies, and the elderly.
Television- A technological replacement for real life, friends, family, and experiences.
Violet- A brindle rabbit known for mischievous adventures and chewed electrical cords.
Weekends- myth of relaxed personal time, with no distractions or responsibilities.
Wind- A fail-proof way to make sure women never have a perfect hair day.
Winter- A yearly test of patience and sanity.
Work- A necessary waste of life, time, and energy in exchange for security and materialism.
As my legs scratched against the brambles and twigs on my usually Saturday hike through the woods. I felt unmotivated and sluggish, desperately trying to get rid of the last fifteen pounds my doctor advised me to lose. I came across a babbling brook, thirsty and panting, I took a long drink from the icy water puddled between my entwined fingers, a frigid feeling crawls between my teeth until at the precipice between pleasure and pain, the smooth liquid silver quenches my parched throat.
The brook that sprawls before me, stretches and squirms like a fussy infant struggling for independence. Sheilding my eyes from the relentless sun, a beautiful vista unfolds of a fast moving stream framed by lush, untamed greenery. The golden pebbles immersed in the depths of the clear water shimmer and reflect a prism of color which tantalizes my senses.
The water rushing over and around the boulders sound like the pitter-patter of children's feet as they dance to a song only audible to youthful ears. The twittering birds sing out their praises for the life source below.
I am aware of only the nature unfolding around me. I feel like a newborn finally making out the sharp edges of a blurry world. I have opened my eyes for what feels like the first time and frantically gulp down the view as greedily as the cool drink that had begun to awakened my dormant senses.
Narration Essay (my favorite)
A portly middle aged bank teller distraught and out of breath found it hard to remain standing as his knees gave out and collapsed on the tile floor. He immediately felt comforted by the dependability of the cool, unmoving ground, as it seemed that the rest of the bank had been upended by earthquake or maybe even a tornado. While piles of deposit papers and envelopes fell from the sky like confetti at a Macy's day parade, the teller desperately tried to piece back the last few minutes of his morning and vaguely remembered a petite female dressed in a houndstooth dress suit, black hat, and leather gloves approached him at his assigned work station. The next memory the bank teller could recall was the feel of a sharp pistol held directly to his temple. The impeccably dressed customer announced that her presence was of a more wicked variety. It was at this moment, while the teller was trying to get his barrings against the cool floor, that his eyes focused on a small crab apple rolling gently toward him, bumping and rolling against the uneven, grimy tile. Suddenly it all made sense, he was just robbed by the most wanted bank robber in all of New England. He was just robbed by Jenny Appleseed.
Jenny Appleseed grew up in a rural town in Maine where God was all knowing, and so were the neighbors. According to the local gossips, her family had owned the Apple Orchard on Main Street since the beginning of time, and Jenny happened to be the youngest of three brothers and four sisters. Just like any homestead in 1935 the Depression had made the family poor and desperate. They lived on apples prepared in all ways possible, apple cobbler, apple dumplings, apple pie, apple noodles, everything and anything relating to their abundant and only crop. All the children learned to live with the menu, except Jenny. Jenny was well known as a mischievous child and always seemed to have mussed up hair and wild eyes. She would refuse the apples and seem to live on dreams alone. It was said in town that Jenny would stare at the neighborhood women dressed up in their finest clothes for Sunday morning church with a fiery passion no one quite understood until her teen years.
On her fourteenth birthday, Jenny's mother was in the kitchen cutting up a special apple pie for her youngest child's birthday when she noticed Jenny dash out of the house towards the woods. Figuring she would be back by supper, her mother started singing while spicing up the birthday pastry with cinnamon and nutmeg. It would be the last time she every saw Jenny.
Jenny started riding the rails from Maine to Vermont, then Vermont to New Jersey. Her eyes would fill with delight as she saw her first automobile, her first feathered hat, and the first real jeweled brooch upon a mannequin's bust in New York. Life was exciting until her lust of these object overcame her and she knew that she needed these things more than life itself.
Not only did she need riches and jewels and treasures, but she needed more food! To her disapproval and dismay, the only sustenance left in the cellar at home was a bag of crab apples meant for Jam. She had taken the bag and had lived on the fruit for days. She was tired of sucking on the lemony tart apples that did nothing but pucker her mouth and sour her mood. Not only was she tired, but she was mad that the woman around her during her travels could enjoy a meal of chicken, or even roast pork. She deserved a nice meal too! It was with this in her mind that she opened the double doors of The First National Bank of Alta, New York and demanded money.
“Give me all ya got, and dontcha short change me I'll know it and I'll shoot cha.” she exclaimed with the same wild look of her childhood, all the while her hand grasped at an object in her bag.
“listen little girl I d-d-d-don't want no t-t-t-trouble. Take the loot and head on out. You got the look of the devil in your eyes, but I gotta say you take this money and you take the food right outta my kids mouths.” The bank teller said with a wavering, but proud voice.
The bank teller grimaced and ground his teeth as Jenny felt around in her bag where he thought she would be pulling out her gun, but instead she placed a handful of crab apples on his desk.
“Heeyah, put these in yo kiddo's mouths I've lived off 'em for as long as I can stand and I don't plan on touchin anothah for the rest of my dahys.” She huffed as she grabbed the money and was out the door as quick as she had arrived.
Jenny could hardly believe how easy it was to get the bank money! All night and all the next morning she counted and recounted the three hundred dollars, while riding a box car back into the woods of Vermont. She dreamed of figgy pudding, hot baths, and dresses of all fabrics and shades. This was the beginning of the creation of Jenny Appleseed.
Soon, Jenny was known all over the country as New England's only female bank robber. She was described to be just like the sour, minuscule crab apples left at each of her robberies. For three years she seemed to be untouchable and gained power that only money can give. Jenny was affectionately called Jenny Appleseed by the public and could sometimes be seen in town with impeccable clothes and a smile in her eyes. She gave off an untouchable quality and would walk with a determined gait. Her life seemed perfect until one fateful day in late October.
Jenny had just bought a new bag of crab apples from the local grocer when she noticed her wallet felt a bit on the light side. Much more organized than her first few bank jobs, Jenny now carried a small pistol and had never had to use it other than as a scare tactic. It was well known that the United States government had put a bounty on her head of five thousand dollars so Jenny had recently changed her hair color and stuck mostly to the back roads in her 1925 Studebaker. She walked into a small bank on the outskirts of Jamestown, Maryland and started to perform her normal routine of getting the bankers attention and taking money, when all of a sudden Jenny lost hearing in her right ear as something small whizzed by her face. It took her by surprise, but in the confusion and the screams of customers Jenny saw a security guard armed and was aiming straight between her eyes! In the next few moments, the witnesses state Jenny Appleseed threw her bag of apples toward the guard and ran out of the door, tripping on her stiletto heels and scuffed her new stockings against the door frame. She was safe, but more than that, she was lucky.
Jenny spent the next few weeks hidden in the cold damp woods of lower New Hampshire. She knew her time as a bank robber was winding down. She found out that all banks had to have those security guards as a means of protection against the sudden outpouring of robbers such as Pretty Boy Floyd, Baby Face Nelson, and of course herself, Jenny Appleseed. She started feeling like her fourteen year old self, dirty and hungry but not even crab apples to eat this time. It was obvious to her that she needed to do one last bank job and head to Canada where she could change her identity and hopefully try a normal life. Jenny always wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend, and was starting to tire of the robbing lifestyle. She started to feel hunted like a rabbit and the whole world happened to be blood thirsty foxes.
The next day she robbed the bank of the portly man and felt a little sad when she saw him start to faint and grasp at his heart. As she placed the crab apple haphazardly on the tellers desk, a tear dropped from her eye and she knew this life of riches and fame was ending. She took around a thousand dollars, enough to get her across the border without any snitching. She left her Studebaker and her nice clothes outside the bank parking lot and headed for the train station. Jenny rode the rails up into the heart of Maine. As she past her old town, Jenny threw the last of her crab apples out of the boxcars open door. Filled with unexplained sadness and the wish of her mother's apple pie for the first time in her short life. With only the ill fitting dress she wore on her fourteenth birthday, and a wild look in her eye, she crossed into Canada. It has been said that Jenny Appleseed ended up marrying a local boy from Toronto in the late 1940's and lived off the only profession she knew about other than robbery, an apple orchard which was oddly called Jenny's Fate Orchards, Home of Canada's Best Crab Apple Jam.
Essay using words I dunno what to call it lol.
Cerebral Palsy is a neurological disorder sometimes caused by injury when the brain is still developing. Although the symptoms can greatly vary on a case to case basis, severe Cerebral Palsy (or CP) is a debilitating disease causing the victim to live not only a shortened life, but one lacking in independence and life experiences. In turn, this can wreak irreparable emotional damage on the psyche of the individual.
The difference between a victim of Cerebral Palsy and an unaffected person are immeasurable. The victim can be seen as living in a completely separate world as he can not live with the same expectations of ability. Using the restroom independently is a prime example. The afflicted must lose all traces of pride and surrender to his lack of control of the situation. The “average” human would not have to deal with this issue until well into the later stages of life.
Eating can become a serious challenge for someone with severe CP. Many have difficulty swallowing and need all foods to be soft, or blended. The caregiver must monitor and sometimes spoon feed the client. Foods must also be easily digestible for ease of bowel movements. These examples express the dependency required for this disorder.
The future of those dealing with Cerebral Palsy is disheartening. Most live life in a lonely, repetitive, bubble run by caregivers and social workers. There is currently no cure for this malady. New advances with physical therapy do show a hopeful future for gaining independence, which can change a persons life and the prospect of this disease.
To bring light upon the hardships of someone with Cerebral Palsy, we must view three dominant life changing events in their life. Firstly, the victim grows apart from peers as he or she will not be able to participate in many activities, such as sports. Or even more detrimental, not be able to communicate at all (some severe cases of CP disables the ability of speech). Next, later in life he or she will not be as able to attract the opposite sex for romantic involvement. Lastly, they might miss out on cultural traditions of marriage, children, and the overall independence most people enjoy daily.
The significance of this affliction is that the lack of certain skills and capabilities make it easy for the person to feel as if he or she has lost themselves. Or even that they never knew who they really were to begin with. The thought of never being able to climb a mountain unaided, or even raise a family could ruin already low self esteem.
The idea that someone with severe CP should try harder with such a handicap is an opinion that can ruin the psyche and extinguish all ideas of happiness for the afflicted individual. To broaden ones horizons is a great idea, but to state that the person is not trying is wrong and very hurtful. For example, sometimes people with Cerebral Palsy are given jobs like stuffing envelopes for offices. If the workers are told to do fifteen envelopes in a certain amount of time and only five are done, it should never be said that they should work harder if they have given everything they could on that particular day.
To sum up, Cerebral Palsy can rob human life from the independent creatures we all wish to become. What we might think of embarrassing needs, like toileting, are every day occurrences for them and should be treated as a normal task as to help keep minds off of lack of ability. Being bound to a wheelchair can dampen the chances of many life experiences. The dependent person still should be treated with the utmost respect and dignity.
That be all for nowzas.