One of my fondest memories with Sami was when her and I went to the Mall of America and we almost got lost. When we were at the Mall of America, we were walking around and we went way too far down and walked past the restaurant Dick’s Last Resort. At that moment we ran all the way back to Carona’s, where my mom was waiting for us. We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Samantha Jo Giesen. When I found out that Sami died, I was devastated. She was a loving, caring friend and an older sister of five siblings. Sami taught me some things I would have never have thought of before. For example it doesn't really matter what other people think about you, and that you are perfect just the way you are. She also taught me that …show more content…
you should be patient with other people even when it is hard to. Sami taught me this from her many brothers. I recall the time before Sami and I were getting ready for our first homecoming, we decided to swing around some metal baseball bats.
When we did this we knew we started something, the thing we started was a baseball game that we played with the rest of our friends. We played this game for about an hour or two. Everyone was smiling and having fun because we knew that our first homecoming was going to be special. I will always remember how Sami’s smile always lit up a room. When I first met her, she smiled at me and then I thought to myself, I could definitely see this person be one of my closest friends I have. Her smile was as bright as a sun shining through clouds on a cloudless day. Every time I saw Sami she would always have a smile on her face even if she was having a miserable day. I will constantly miss seeing her smile daily. Which makes me think that I should be happy for even when it is difficult to. I will constantly miss how helpful of a friend Sami was. She was a really helpful friend that was always there for me. Sami helped me through the good times and the bad times. She also helped me when I was confused about anything in physics or in English. Life won’t be the same without Sami there to help me with things when I get confused on
something. I also recall how much of a bookworm Sami was. Whenever Sami and I ever hung out she would always carry a book around with her. If we were at my house or her house she would always be reading a book. When, we were on FaceTime she would be reading a book. Which would annoy me sometimes. I got angry at Sami a couple of times when she was reading too much because I thought she was too distracted to talk to me. Sometimes I thought she was just crazy for reading books everywhere until she got me into enjoying reading books. Now when I read a book I find it more entertaining and sometimes I just don’t want to set a book down if it is a really good book. Sami meant so much to me and everyone here. She was a kind, loving friend. A friend that shined inside and out. A helpful friend that helped everyone she met get through the good and bad times. Some would call her a big bookworm, who enjoyed reading more than average person. I will always miss Sami, but now I know that she is closer to me now than ever before.
Sarah Polley’s film Stories We Tell is as much about how we interpret images – what we take as “true” – as it is about how we remember. Through a close analysis of the film discuss what you think the film sets out to do and how it achieves these aims. In answering this question you might also want to look at reviews of the film.
She was a true inspiration. She was entering her tenth year of fighting, but instead of allowing sadness and anger to take over her life, she didn’t take anything for granted and lived life to the fullest. This experience with her and the other local children battling cancer, solidified my desire to work with
Covered from head to toe with red quarter-sized hail welts, I rushed off the well-used softball field with a traumatizing memory. Even with frustrating coaches and umpires, we still managed to stay ahead of Sauk Rapids-Rice. This forever memory will always be something to laugh about and relieve anger from my frustrating coaches.
Samantha Nicole Alencaster- Galvan, BAU detective, elementary teacher, dies at 88. Samantha Alencaster died of cancer. She is survived by her husband of 85 years, Matthew, her two children Kisa and Dominic, and five grandchildren. The cancer that killed her, she knew she already had it since she was 30 years old and didn't do anything about it. Her oncologist, Dr. Guffy, told her that she can't just act like it isn't there, that she has to take care of herself.
I had a close friendship with Cheyenne for several years, yet, I was not really brought into her life and introduced to her family until her grandmother was terminally ill. The grandmother (mother to the mother) was a popular figure in the community and was loved by most all. Cheyenne was especially close to her though so the situation was especially hard for her. When Cheyenne’s grandmother passed, she was under a great amount of grief. I consoled her through it, as did it seem like everyone else. She was the closest person in the world to Cheyenne, so the extreme grief seemed justified.
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
The name on my birth certificate reads Kaitlyn Krystal Ransom, but when I was born it read Kaitlyn Samantha Burns, and now most people just call me Kai. When you look at me, I am a five foot, four inch ball of fluffy grandpa sweaters and shy smiles. I don't look like the type of person to be considered "mentally ill", except maybe if I had what I like to call the "cute" disorders. "Cute" disorders, for me, are categorized by disorders that people pity or romanticize. Anything that can be "treated" temporarily with soft animals and smiling at strangers and doing anything possible to make oneself feel better is a "cute" disorder. My disorder, though, is far less adorable.
A mother took a trip to the San Francisco Zoo with her five-year-old daughter and one-year-old son, but the family never went inside.
Her name is Gilda Medina. Her major is Interpretation and Translation which she plan on finishing next year. Then She would like to continue her education at USC for an associate/bachelor degree in linguistics. She has few similar things to mine. She is about my age, she has a 7 year-old son, this is her 2nd semester in EVC, and she also love food. But I was surprised that she has 26 years old son who has 7 year-old and 3 year-old daughters. She’s not look like having granddaughters, that was the flash when she told me
I have been friends with Hannah for years and up to this point I did not think our friendship would last so strong and lasting. Nothing makes me more delighted than to be able to talk to her every day. When I need to, get through the day, want to have a good laugh, talk about personal topics, or just say random words and she already knows how to reply. Sure people say that best-friends are supposed to have arguments and we for sure had some in the past, but I think we are better than that so we do not necessarily do it anymore. Anytime we are able to hangout it is always a memorable moment; looked back on and cherished upon. She is not my girlfriend, but I do love her smile, laugh, hugs, texts, and just being with her; never thought a friendship could be so
My mom Tiffany Jones had my sister Holly with no help other that my Grandma Shelly. The father of my sister couldn’t handle a kid, so he ran off without helping my mom. My dad Sheridan Snyder met my mom and helped her take care of my sister. My dad and mom then fell in love and ended up getting married. After a few years of marriage, they had me. Although my sister did not belong to my dad so when my sister was about 6 years old my dad had officially adopted her.
I never knew id cry so much for someone else or feel like my world was ending. I never expected that would happen to me, my best friend committing suicide without any notice. I never expected to react the way I did on that day. I used to be so cold hearted and emotionless and not a care in the world. After my best friend passed away, it opened a door of emotion I never thought I had. Now it’s so easy for me to sympathize with people who have lost loved ones and to console them through their grief. Katherine Peralta is the reason why I shed tears every night when I fall asleep.
She was an exceptional leader the entirety of camp. She displayed great leadership as she was the most experienced counselor at camp. She trained the new and inexperienced counselors on common tasks that are done at camp each year. She always had a smile on her face even when walking a mile to the pool in 110-degree heat and humidity. She knew that if she kept things upbeat and exciting that it would take the heat off of everyone’s minds. She is a well-rounded, intelligent, independent leader molded through years of
To say that Sarah’s friendship has had an impact on my life would be like saying the Grand Canyon is a large gash in a rock that happens to be pretty. She has helped shape who I am and taught me r...
We went on to share much more memory that will affect mine and her life for the better. I will cherish all the memory that we have made together and how she shaped my personality. I have had a lot of friends thru the years but above all Heather has made the greatest impact on my personality. She taught me how to be the best friend that I could be and couldn’t live one day without her. We have always been there for each other and will always be. From the first time that we met in preschool when we shared a crib every day to our soon to be graduation. In Pre-K we would look for a spot that we could nap together even though we didn't have the same class the same class but they knew we would not go to sleep without each other. We each taught each other to be a better person we will stick to together as long as we can. We are planning to join the Air Force to support our country and help shape the world as we have shaped each other. We strive to be the best we can, and we will continue to push each other. I love my best friend, and we want to help save the