In My Place

As my heavy eyelids open, I immediately look out to identify the scenery around me. After two years of traveling, the landscapes begin to slowly blend together. The red ground tells me I’m in Arizona. No, it’s too flat. Arizona has miles of towering mountains that make you feel tiny in comparison. It must be Utah. No, there’s way too much green. Utah is so red you feel like you could drown in it. It’s New Mexico. New Mexico has seemingly endless roads of nothing that rarely lead to any place of…

Historical fiction. A two letter word a genre that wasn’t my style. I decided to read Between Shades Of Gray written by Ruta Sepetys, because of all the miraculous books reviews I have read on good reads. At first, I was worried, I’m the type of girl that reads books that are meant to teach a lesson, books that will change my life, I thought to myself how will Between Shades Of Gray change me? I have never been more amiss about a genre in my life. Between Shades Of Gray ultimately made me into…

Colombia the beautiful a place I called home every summer since I could remember when I was little. A place that seemed so harmless to me because I spent most of my younger years living there with my grandparents never imagining I would be surprised to change my opinion. The last summer I visited Colombia was the worst and traumatizing in my life, needless to say a summer that changed my life. Having planned and amazing day ahead with family, shopping and enjoying the beautiful likes of Tumaco,…

Sally Morgan’s My Place is an autobiographical book published in 1987 detailing the discovery of her aboriginal identity and descent. The book gained worldwide success upon its publication and Morgan has established herself as a voice for the indigenous Australians though My Place. It successfully shifts the focus of the history of Australia from being solely about ‘the white man’ and also brings in a place for the aboriginals. In Australia the term ‘aboriginal’ refers to their indigenous…

Place with a Memory Just like everyone in the United States of America, excluding Native Americans, I’m an immigrant and/or come from immigrant descendants. This means everyone has a race or ethnic group from which they descend from, and they may or may not follow the cultural aspects of their kin. For me, I am an immigrant who moved to the United States from Pakistan at the age of two (2002), so while my parents grew up with a great deal of culture and tradition, I did not; I only have what…

Being a certified nursing assistant (CNA) for elderly comes with many challenges, and I didn’t discover this until after did my clinical at a nursing home. There, I observed many opportunities for learning and growth in long-term care. With the permission of my instructor, I explored around and had a little time to communicate with the senior citizens. I continued to make observations and found that communicating with the elderly presents difficulties that impact the CNA’s ability to implement…

Thus, the whole week I was not able to concentrate. My family and I were calling family members in order to find out if they were safe. They were all right but some lost their businesses. In my mind throughout the whole week, I was trying to contact people from the embassy in order to send clothing and food for those who lost everything. My thoughts were only with Ecuador. Thus, when I drew Scruffy, his whole body was colored in black. In my other drawings, Scruffy does not have color because I…

wanting to clean my dishes and leaving it for someone else, holding back on doing my homework, and not wanting to get dressed for school or work. Procrastination is in my life just about every day. For example, whenever I cook dinner for my family, I would always hold back on doing the dishes until someone else did them. One time I cooked dinner, and my mom told me to clean as I cooked which I did for the most part. When everyone had finished eating I did not want to clean, so I went to my room…

Change Is Not Always Bad As I sat in my room and reminisced over the change that happened in my life, a smile crossed my face. My smile was not because I like change, but it represented me overcoming the fear that gripped me every time change occurred. Many times in life I began to love or hate certain factors that life handed me depending on how I went through my first experience of that situations. Change is one of those factors I hated because when I first encountered it, I was young and…

I believe that God enacted or allowed the tornado to kill all who died in the natural disaster. My belief aligns with John Piper’s excerpt. God may have enacted the tornado, or He may have allowed Satan to cause it. Satan creates havoc in an attempt to steal your joy, diminish hope and stir up doubt. “If God loved me, why would He do this”? “How am I going to get through this, when I have nothing”? Satan uses different things to drive a wedge between us and God. God can intervene in everything…