A Girl Named Lisa
I was working in the seafood department one day when I saw them...well, her actually. I wondered what her name was. She was about 13 or 14 years old, maybe a bit more, but certainly not old enough to drive yet, or maybe she was. She was with her family, I think...no, I assume. Her father (I assume) was the big guy with a red sash on his waist and a jacket with a yin-yang patch on the front right side of it and it was black. The jacket, I mean. Her mother (I assume) was there too, and...I don't remember anything at all about her. There was another kid there, younger than her, and I assumed it was her brother. She was beautiful.
Not in the gorgeous model way or the cute puppy way but in the sort of beauty that just is, Plato's beauty, you know? And I don't know why or how but when I saw her I got a feeling like when you know something's going to happen but you don't know what but you can just tell but it wasn't love. Sorta like butterflies but higher and stronger. Maybe butterflies on steroids. And the feeling stayed, sort of an anticipation. And she went away and I went to work, but I happened to look across the store towards the milk, and she was there.
And she looked at me. No, not at me. It was like. . .like when you're driving over a familiar stretch of road and you know it so well that you just stare straight ahead and almost forget you're driving. It was like she knew me. It was like she was me. And then she turned down the cookie aisle and was gone.
It had been over a year, and I still hadn't seen her in the store. I honestly didn't know what I'd say if I saw her, but I tried to imagine it. I saw her father (I assume) every week in the store, the same red sash, the same yin-yang jacket, as he bought fruit and eggs and bread and beer and toilet paper. But he never bought fish. And I never said anything to him, and he never noticed me or said Hi. But she noticed me. She knew me. And one day, I knew she would be in the store again, and I would see her standing by the milk, and she would see me standing by the frozen fish.
Lisa Hooker Campbell is an active volunteer in the Nashville area. She has served on numerous boards and chaired several of Nashville's most prominent philanthropic events.
When someone has a nearly "perfect" life, it’s hard to believe that person could be going out of his or her mind. Lisa Bright and Dark, by John Neufeld, explores the world of mental illness through Lisa Shilling, a sixteen year old who believes she is going crazy. Though she and her friends know this, she is unable to receive help because her parents think she is making it up. With no adult help, the problem has to be taken into the hands of Lisa and her three teenage friends.
Writing is everywhere. In terms of friendship, space and appropriation kind of all underpin a concept of fieldwork. Lisa Radford rationalises her method of writing as an exercise in mapping. A map which manifests from a central point through perception and subjectivity, unearthing itself to find a befitting point of origin and end, however expedient. Encapsulating the process of how she mentally puts words to a page; drawing upon social connections as well as the frequent conversations between students, Radford outlines a method both highly resourceful and subjective while placating her own conflicts upon the issue, avoiding the grasp of authorship and experiencing the writing as a compelling structure rather than direct manifestation.
With regards to not having control over anorexia, there continue to be discoveries of the brain with anorexia and the change brought to the brain after a prolonged eating disorder. The author, Rosen discovered new findings about anorexia and can explain brain’s involvement which sheds light towards the study of eating disorders. The recent research done with brain imaging of people with eating disorders is leading to many changes in the way we look at mental illnesses. The author introduces Walter Kaye, a director of an eating disorders program at University of California, San Diego. Kelsey Heenan was mentioned, a 20 year old anorexic woman, who thought she was to blame for all her life for her mental illness. Brain scans show that there are differences between a healthy and an anorexic brain. The study consisted of unexpected receiving of rewards and omissions of rewards, by receiving a small amount of sugar as the reward. In the brain of a person with anorexia, the brain activity between receiving and omission was not different. There was however a lot more brain activity compared to a healthy person’s brain and an obese person’s brain. Anorexics are wired differently; some areas of their brain are nub to taste and even pain. Kaye knows that starvation causes brain change so further testing needs to be done to see if the brain change causes the mental illnesses or the other way around. (Rosen 22) These discoveries through brain-imaging can relieve a lot of self-doubt in the patients, which is created by society. It is not their fault that they have this disorder and that it is not going away, but getting worse, it is all because the brain functions have been damaged. Dr. Carrie E. Landa and Jane A. Bybee’s research focused on di...
We learn to grow to live and let go but will she do it. She is a beautiful flower growing up absorbing the energy of the world. Meeting that one is a moment she wouldn't ever forget. Their eyes meet in place of one another falling into the universe, time just stops. May this be the beginning of her future.
Character education programs are designed to help with many issues such as aggressive behavior, life skills, conflict and violence, safety, diversity tolerance and most of all, they exist in order to help build one’s character. Effective character education programs need to include many main beliefs.
I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
Children reason differently, in “wildly” illogical ways about problems whose solutions re self-evident to adults.” (Myers, DeWall, Psychology in … P. 76) Through this understand Piaget broke down his understanding into to concepts; assimilate and accommodate. First, we interrupt new experiences into schemas, this is the assimilate concept. With this schemas toddlers may call all four legged furry animals cats. “But as we interact with the world we also adjust, or accommodate, our schemas to incorporate information provided by new experiences.” (Myers, DeWall, Psychology in … P. 76) Consequently the child will quickly learn that their earlier schema was too broad and adapts by narrowing the
The second stage of cognitive development is Preoperational Stage (age 2 to age 7). During this stage, children’s “vocabulary and grammatical structures rapidly develops” (Ormrod, 2012, 149), and children uses their “intuition rather than on conscious awareness of logical principles” (Ormrod, 2012, 149).
U.S. Department of Education. (2011). Character education…our shared responsibility. Retrieved August 20, 2011 from http://www2.ed.gov.
When she and I met, I had just turned fifteen just a few months before. It was during a point at which I did not have many friends, and the ones I did have, I didn't really trust. At the time I was suffering from crippling social anxiety, which made meeting and talking to people, or even going out in crowded areas, incredibly difficult for me. It is for this reason that at the time of our meeting I felt what I can only describ...
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.
This description is not of lustrous beauty, but of the true love he felt for her. This statement and
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was—any thing that no one ever saw, and every thing that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had the sense to say a word to her.