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Everything is possible, even if you think it is not.
I am a person
that thinks that everyone should make goals for themselves. I always had some
goals I wanted to achieve. My past goal was to enter into Puerto Rico's most
advanced high school called Centro Residencal de Oportunidades Educativas de
Mayagüez (C.R.O.E.M). This school is specialized in mathematics and sciences. It
is a residential school; a school where you actually sleep in.
Since I heard of it, I fell in love with the idea of being
there, even though I knew I was not good at mathematics. After thinking about
it, I decided to ask my parents. At first they were surprised at, but then they
supported me, so I decided to go ahead and submit my request. A couple of weeks
after, they told me that I was accepted! That was the greatest thing that ever
happened to me. I was so happy, I could die.
Finally that day
came, my first day of school. I went to the school, unpacked my things and got
to the main school office. The building and the area were very beautiful; everything
was so clean and put together. People were studying at every corner. Everything
seemed so perfect! It was like a dream come true. I met a lot of people, some
of those ones who right now I consider my siblings. The teachers were so nice
to my roommates and me too. I felt very welcomed.
Through the year sometimes I felt like
it was too hard for me, but suddenly, I said to myself, ”If I got the opportunity
to be here, I can not waste it”. So I decided to go ahead, study and put a lot
more effort to what I was supposed to do and I did it, hoping for the best. At
the end of the year I graduated with one of the highest grades and with honors!
That raised my confidence so much.
This situation taught me a couple
of lessons that now I consider them as fundamental for a better life. It taught
me that if you have a goal, you have to go for it, and that when an opportunity
arrives, you should not waste it. It also taught me that if you have confidence
in yourself, you could go through any tough situation. You have to go ahead, follow
your dreams, and beat the obstacles. If did it, I am sure you can.
Mi proyecto:D
Mi nombre es Mohamed
Donde aire libre.
Mi nombre es Mohamed.
Verse 1:Mi nombre es mohamed
soy chevere
Mi nombre es mohamed
vengo de aire azul
Vengo de mi madre.
Me encanta jugar al fútbol, y respirar el aire de Filadelfia
Me encanta hablar con mis amigos en philly
Y comer Cheesesteaks de Filadelfia
Facebook en espaol.
Full Lyrics
Mi famiilia vivimos a Filadelfia
y axila.
Nueva Jersey
oye, mi nombre es Matteo,
en de casa!!! (Record Video)
Yo tengo a Madre, Padre, Abuileta, primo segunda, y tía Jamie.
Mi familia es seperado.
Mi familia es muy pequeño
Mi familia tienen no costumbres.
Mi escuela es muy raro
Filadelfia tiene malo calle
Me gusta monto mi bici. (Snap photo of de bici.)
Mi gran abuela y abuello vinieron de Hungaria,
Mi abuelo paso a Filadelfia,
Mi famiilia vivimos a Filadelfia
y axila,
Nueva Jersey.
Unos gente es my importante a mi,
Señorita Hey’s perro, Nelly
Oh, y de amigos. (Get a photo with Cheyenne and Allen)
iight, Matteo es fuera. (Record Video)
Paz!
Full lyrics Sean/Pablo Force
yo vengo de un ciudad divertido donde
puedo ver los autobuses de Septa, y
puedo ir al cine o zoo.
divertido, una familia amable,
una familia pequeño,
una familia tranquillo,
yo vengo de mi familia.
Yo vengo de mi familia y
yo vengo de un ciudad divertido donde
puedo ver los autobuses de Septa, y
puedo ir al cine o zoo.
una familia con mis padres,
una familia con mi mascota,
una familia que vivieron en Filadelfia para siempre.
Full song- Taina Rosario
es parte de me
pero no y si
soy yo
Mira me
Soy de la isla verde
soy de Puerto Rico
y adonde
se cresen los palmas
y algunos gentes
maravillosos
Soy de Taino
y los boriquas
No soy de que vivo
soy yo
es parte de me
pero no y si
soy yo
Vivo en Filly
el ciudad de amor
pero hay pobre
porque
Donde se la justicia
la amor fraternal
Mi gentes lloren
en el barrior
porque
no puedo pagar
sacar del barrior
No soy de que vivo
soy yo
es parte de me
pero no y si
soy yo
Full song Allison Patterson + Maria
Vengo de Venezuela, con el avión que me llevo de la mi tierra.
A un mundo diferente que cae nieve cada año.
Venezuela va a estar en sangre y en corazón.
Pero esta tierra no es tan mala porque aquí es en donde conocí a mis amigas
Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos.
De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya.
Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos.
Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías.
Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.
Vengo de Roxoborough
Roxoborough es muy pequeño y divierto
Mi familia, amigos, y novio viven en Roxobrough
Roxborough es mi casa
Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos.
De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya.
Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos.
Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías.
Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.
Estamos muy contentos de Roxoborough, donde nos conocimos.
Un lugar donde podemos ser lo que somos.
Un lugar que llamamos hogar.
Incluso si somos diferentes somos iguales.
Incluso si nos cambiamos todos los días van a estar juntos.
Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos.
De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya.
Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos.
Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías.
Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.
De lado a lado riendo felices.
Porque estamos aquí en este momento y que así será juntos.
Incluso si estamos lejos.
Personal Essay
Personal Essay Draft
I trekked through the forest, my
heart racing. It had been raining for about three days straight, but now the
sun was out, the trees were webbed with dew, creating a green and yellow canopy
against the sky above. Little puddles of mud, and grooves of Nike shoes had
made their territory in the trail, I avoided them and layed down my own little bootmarks.
The creek was glimmering yet hiding below the steep hill that held out the
ridge Poncho and I were treading. Across the river the same miniscule selection
of Cobbs Creek park conservation along the polluted river vein.
I hear a little voice, a faint weight,
my father's words, in my heart: do not go through this trail ever. But as
usual, I never listen. Either my own arrogance, I'm a brat, or I just don't
give a crap. The path is long, but not too long. Extensive enough to not be
able to see the end halfway through. So you never know what's waiting for you
there.
Referring to Poncho as subject, not
ownership as always, a fairly sized, lean ivory blonde German Shepherd. Dead on
arrival usually by every idiot who ever had a wolf hybrid or dog fear.
Peacefully paws on in front of me. At this time in my life, I was pretty
clueless has to how much of my love enveloped him. We always had this gentle, innocent,
brother sister orb of trust and cooperation between us, that people never understood.
Ignorant folk will think that he his a savage wolf that will eat their babies
and tear their legs apart. Not that wolves are savage creatures at all, it’s
just the mere look in their eyes when they see Poncho and I walking by on the
parkway, you can definetly tell what they are thinking. German Shepherds are
territorial, yet friendly and have a family guardian mentality. In the case of
Poncho Buddy Jones, he has a weird fascination for tiny children, and basically
anything who’s height is at eye level or smaller than him. I can’t count all
the times I was absolutely embarassed and frightened when he would go darting
after another dog, or even a little child. I notice he would never ever hurt
them, he’d dart and then sniff and treat them gently. It took me a long time to
learn to just let him socialize with other dogs, and mammals, because I know I
cannot control him. But in this episode, luckily, we weren’t on the parkway, we
were in the trails, partly a reason I chose to go this way. Luckily?
We had reached the turning point of the
trails, the turning point being the halfway. The halfway, where you can’t look
and see all the way forward, and you can’t look and see all the way back. It’s
kinda steamy, I look across the other side of the creek, and my heart jolts. I
hear a creak, and crepid disturbance in the branches.
SNAP!!
Poncho is unaware sniffing at some mud
imprints. I am on full alert. If this was a cartoon my hair would probably be
standing up in the air. If I had a tail it would be erect on my back. If I was a
cat my claws would be engaging in the soil for dear life, and my back arched
and frisked in some middle eastern pose to calibrate the flexibility.
And between the leaves hidden, behind
the bushes, almost painted, a white tail cocked on grey hind legs and hips. I
flashback. I remember another time where this must have happened before. I know
what it is. But I am not sure. I am still scared. My heart is still pulsing,and
my shaken instincts telling me to go back, as if to leave the building at the
peak of a terremoto.
A few more appear, unfortunately I can
only see their backs. The grey hind legs and the white whisping standing tails.
I turn around with, yanking gentled yet briskly on poncho’s leash, and we rush
back out of the trails and into the park.
I sit here now, and muse over a
previous time when this happened. It was about midday, it was past snow, and I
was going through the trails from the community center. It was my first time
doing this. But I remember seeing the same running hind legs, and I remember running
for my life. Petrified, thinking they were wolves.
But they were dear, and merely that.
Not wolves, and not dangerous. Harmonious creatures I’d say. And at that day,
going back home through the park, I realized I had merely nothing but a shadow
of fear created in me, to be fearful of.