My genogram project was a fascinating journey into my family history. Not only did it provide me with information that I did not know about my parents’ families and my ancestry but from that information I was able to piece together bits and pieces that influenced dynamics, responses and situations I have noticed and observed in the present. In doing my genogram I have begun teasing apart generational traumas that have affected me in ways that I have and continue to learn about during my self-exploration
*The Willow Tree* The first Willow Tree was planted in 1997 In front of the Mayor's office for a display. And since then the tree went world wide. Everyone wanted a Willow, Tree. Soon the whole town of California,Anaheim had Willow Trees planted. Everyone was excited to have a Willow Tree of their own. except for this one family that lived outside of Anaheim. Their house was trashed, there grass was never mowed, there clothes were ripped and torn, they never spoke there bills were late, and
'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree' by Brenda Lee, a specifically vivid memory from a childhood Christmas comes to mind. I recall the Christmas when my family and I went to a tree farm to pick out our Christmas tree. After finding the one we thought was paramount to all the others, we took it home and started to decorate it. There was Christmas music blaring throughout the house as we were decorating. My sister and I, too young at the time, never considered making the tree look visually pleasing; we
the time of year I live for, and as my dad and I drove north, our conversation turned to hunting as was the norm for our conversations at this time of year. We wondered where we would put our tree stand and if we would see deer. We finally arrived at our destination, our grandparents’ house in Mesick Michigan. A very small town with a population of 400 or so. They came out and greeted us and helped us hook up the camper so that we could go out and set up the tree stand. We drove out in to the woods
In the first 12 weeks, everything was perfect. Staring out to the glistening lake from the house was picturesque. Her family gathered together as they always do every summer in Glen Arbor, Michigan under the sweltering sun. Anna Young, currently a sophomore at the University of Maryland, did not expect a straight-line windstorm to effect her summer consisting of working and family time. This past summer, for 3 months, Anna stayed in a lake house along with her cousins, aunt, and uncle. Anna had to
There are a few reasons why I've chosen this constellation. One, when I was young my family visited Romania because of a family get together on my father's side (who were all muggles, and as far as I know there weren't any squibs in the bloodline either), my mom(who was a pure-blooded witch) took me and my sister to this eerie and mystical place that she told me "was home to the most majestic beast there is", my young mind couldn't process it at first but then I saw what she meant, out in the open
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein begins with a little boy and a tree. Throughout the story, the boy and the tree grow up together, and the reader witnesses the relationship between the two. According to the Psychoanalytic Theory, there are three parts to the subconscious, which are the id, the superego, and the ego. All three of these parts eventually reveal themselves within characters of a given story. The id is the basic desire or “inner child”, while the superego is the complete opposite and
As I ride down he old dirt road for the last time I feel an unsatisfying feeling in my stomach. I wish, oh, how I wish to go back. Back to the days, when the skies were blue, and the grass a happy green. Where the trees bloomed with bright leaves and the bird sang their sweet tunes. When I was with the one I love; my one and only. I wish, I wish I could go back back to the good old days. But we grow up, and we leave, live our lives and eventually leave this earth once and for all. I wish to go back
New Years’) to bless the house with his luck. Ha decided to wake up even earlier than her brother, to bless the house instead. “Tap my big toe to the tile floor” (Thanhha Lai, pages 2-3) This quote shows How incredibly brave Ha is. By tapping the floor first, she goes against all of her family’s traditions because she is bitter that her brothers get to bless the family with their luck. Analogous with Ha, the Bosnian refugees also are very brave. One teenager named Emir, talked to Scholastic about life
grass, stinging the back of my legs as I sprint to the Impresso Espresso Cafe. This morning, the woods were filled with the sheer weight of ice. I was wearing my slip-ons which was a terrible idea in this weather but the pair of shoes are my lucky charms. The cafe is about twenty minutes away from my house. I was already late for my appointment this morning. I always dreamed about this appointment my whole life. Today is the day where I can finally become an official author. My parents always wanted me