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Maria at Yale: A Fatal Attraction
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015. 8220;She looked even more beautiful in the flame’s glow”. Jeanette Walls, t. Ree year old girl,. Wanted to be confident like. Little Tinkerbelle doll with her cocky attitude, holding her hands on her hips and smiling with saucy red lips. And she wanted to make her feel the same sensations she had when she lit a match and. Closer and closer to the blaze until the heat of the fire became unbearable. She transferred her soul into the pretty figurine to reproduce her previous. Tinke...
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My Stories in Yale: Pandora's Box
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My Stories in Yale. Monday, July 20, 2015. I opened the box carefully but tremblly after she left. It was a black tiny seed inside. I had no idea of what it would lead to. I took the seed to my backyard. I watered and took care of it everyday. I went to that bridge with the pot of that seed every day in the sunset. I hope I could see her again. 2 years past. I have never seen her again. But now there is always a mature pure white rose in my backyard. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Life In USA.
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Summer Adventure at Yale: What I Discover at Yale About Myself
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Summer Adventure at Yale. Martes, 4 de agosto de 2015. What I Discover at Yale About Myself. I have learnt how to ask for help. How to have fun anywhere. How to empathize. How to talk to strangers that maybe they would become life long friends. I found that the things you learn from your differences are more interesting than finding out what you have in common. I understand the importance of sharing a meal with. Different experience by yourself. I have had to adapt to american, chinese, italian, japanese...
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Maria at Yale
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Maria at Yale: August 2015
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Thursday, August 6, 2015. We Are Not Cured Of it. President Barack Obama claimed in an interview with Marc Maron : " Racism? We are not cured of it”. President Obama saw that, despite the many efforts and movements of the 70’s, for the attainment of rights and equality, American racism, still persists. It is a sad reality and sometimes we deny this fact. We can not accept that in a developed society like the USA, the shadow of racism. Haunt us. In order to. The shadow, which ha. Been plaguing the wor.
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Life Here: Boulder Dash
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The sun was scorching. But the heat couldn't stop me from trotting into the lake. It seemed that the hot weather was nothing compared to having fun at the amusement park. Because there were people everywhere in the lake. My heart was in my throat when we reached the pinnacle. I could hear the wind passing through the leaves. I could hear the noise made by the crowds. I could hear the breath of myself. The air was still. Then, all at once, the roller coaster dived down the mountain. The tall guy who s...
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Maria at Yale: Into A Painting
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015. I was walking into the colorful rooms of the Tate museum in London with my boy, the vibe was calm and solemn; I was watching amazement the grotesque modern installation and the beautiful painting of Blake until my eyes fell upon a painting of Turner. I can't remember the name, ( maybe I didn't even notice) but I was capture by that images that I planted in my brain and I can still remember:. A big grey cloud came above us and it started to rain kept sailing it wasn't a good idea!
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Life Here: A Taste of NYC Subway at Night
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A Taste of NYC Subway at Night. As night fell, New York City expanded with light. It was amazing to witness the magical process. The skyscrapers put on the most gorgeous garments made of neon lights, one after another. Streets dancing with the headlights of enormous numbers of cars cut the city into delicate pieces. Standing on the 86. I couldn’t get enough of the splendid view. However, in order to catch the subway to get back to the hotel, we had to leave. After ten minutes’ wait, the train final...
