Words are a part of me. I believe in words. I am hardly ever at a loss for words, as most of you have found out over the years. Words have taken me to castles and kitchens, to middle schools and mountains, to honors classes and literary magazines. I love words. When I was a little girl, I had this book about the alphabet to teach me how to read. It had some sort of monkey or gorilla on the cover and each letter was about something in the jungle. My parents read it from cover to cover for me every night and day, whenever I asked them to. Eventually they had read it so much, I could recite it back without them even mentioning the page number, or the book for that matter. That’s when my parents like to say I fell in love with words. …show more content…
Just imagine it: little 2 year old me, explaining that “B is for banana” and falling in love before I truly knew what love was. A juvenile sight if there ever was one, but still utterly romantic and incredibly unforgettable. My mom recently bought an antique cabinet that she has since filled to the brim with “Wizard of Oz” collectibles.
I’ve told her repeatedly that the net worth of the cabinet could probably pay for my college tuition but she’s yelled at me each time. It’s an ongoing joke in my family that I was born with “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” playing in the background. I was Dorothy for Halloween when I was three years old, and I’m going to be her again this year. The movie is a big part of my life, as is the musical prequel “Wicked.” “Wicked” was the fifth Broadway show I saw, in June 2011. It made me fall in love once again, this time with theatre, an interest I wasn’t able to explore until last year. The movie is something that I will always groan when it’s put on but I will always sit and watch the movie. I know useless trivia about it. I will quote it every chance I get. It is embedded deep into my soul, and I’m okay with that. It could always be a worse movie, …show more content…
right? In fact, it could always be a far more cultured thing ingrained in my being. My great-great grandfather Samuel Wochak was straight off the boat from Russia, and even though I never met him, he is a big part of me. I am incredibly Russian. I know minimal Russian, and by that I mean how to say hello(привет, pronounced privet), goodbye(До свидания, pronounced do svidaniya), thank you(спасибо, pronounced spasibo), and you’re welcome(Добро пожаловать, pronounced dobro pozhalovat). I am instantly drawn to anything Russian because of some sort of weird ethnicity magnet in my brain that buzzes and plays a siren noise whenever something vaguely Russian is nearby. I guess I just latch onto things. I get attached to things I’m inspired by. In an abrupt change of subject, I want to climb Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, Africa. Let me back up a bit though. Josh Gates climbed Mount Kilimanjaro in 2005, and he started his TV show “Destination Truth” shortly after. There’s something threatening and beautiful about the mountain; something inspiring that I want to experience for myself. I love adventure. I want to live because even though I am living that is not enough for me. Anything is possible and I want to make sure that everyone who ever said that to me wasn’t lying. But back to Josh Gates. Josh Gates is one of my biggest inspirations because he does things I would never do and then puts it all on television for others to experience with him. But there came a point a while ago when I was thinking and I had this magical idea to do all of these things for myself. Go to Switzerland and ski a little bit, walk in the footsteps of emperors in Rome, see where the pharaohs of Egypt were buried, dance in the streets of Moscow(there we go again with the Russian stuff). I want to do incredible things and I’m not sure how I’m going to do it all in the short life I’m allotted but I’m going to try as hard as I can to reach that sign on Mount Kilimanjaro because… Because what the hell? I say that I have a short life because in the grand scheme of things I am a little person in a very big world.
I don’t know what it’s like 5 million lightyears from here and I probably never will. I’m still not sure if I should be happy or sad about that. The universe is intimidating in every sense of the word. I would love to travel to Mars and Jupiter and the Andromeda galaxy but I’m also terrified that when I get there it’s not going to be anything like I thought it would be. My expectations for the world are so high I don’t know if they’re going to be met, and if they are met then I don’t know what I would do after that. When I think about it I’m not so much scared of what awaits as I am how I will take it. I know that I won’t be disappointed, but what is there to see once you’ve seen the
universe? I guess I imagine too much. Everything has to be perfect for me. Have you noticed how much I use the word “I?” My imagination runs wild; I’m always imagining something new. I think that’s what would ruin things like Mount Kilimanjaro or Mars for me. You know, I would probably get to the top of the mountain and say, “Hm, the sky isn’t as blue as I wanted it to be when I got up here.” I would find some way to be disappointed because I think that imagination is better than reality. But there’s not exactly a rabbit hole I can jump down to get to that perfect blue sky on the top of the mountain. So my affair with words has ruined everything for me. They’ve taken my heart, my soul, my expectations, and my imagination. I am in love with words as much as I am afraid of words. I should probably schedule some sort of couples counseling for this. I want to be with words for my entire life, I want to write a novel, I want to read newspapers, I want to be in magazines. My life is defined by words. Words, words, words, words, words! You know, I think I’m going to schedule a trip to Tanzania after this. I’m going to play “We’re Off to See the Wizard” on the plane. I’m probably going to have to buy a new dream journal just for the trip. Maybe I’ll dye my hair red like Anastasia. Or blonde like Alice. Who knows? I’m expanding my horizons. My life is limitless. Let’s do this thing.
Some people call Space “The Final Frontier” but at one point all land west of the Mississippi was considered the frontier. Humans are curious people, sometimes too curious for our own good, but when we find something new we always explore and why would it be any different with space. When we explore the out reaches of space will no longer seem so small or insignificant. The idea of one day unlocking all of the Universe’s secrets, solely through our own advancements as a people, is what gives me that sense of
The power of words is immeasurable. Words help people to voice their opinions and express their thoughts and feelings. Our everyday lives are shaped by communication and in general language. A persons language can often influence success and happiness. America is viewed as a melting pot for numerous different people and their respective languages. Language is so vital in our society that a person of diverse ethnic background can face many tribulations throughout their everyday life.
As I walked toward a bus full of strangers, using my sunglasses to shield the tears forming in my eyes, I couldn’t help but to be apprehensive of what was to become of the next twenty-three days of my life. As I trudged up the stairs of the bus leaving behind all that was known, I couldn’t help but wonder; What have I gotten myself into?
Words hold great power and when used correctly can influence what people believe and how they act.
... my sister and I returned to New York. Once again we made the trek to the Nederlander. We took our seats and relished the memories. While the cast was different, the affect was similar. It opened our eyes and renewed our appreciation for those that are different than us. I feel in love with it all over again. Even though I had seen the show in Indianapolis and Chicago, there was something about sitting in that theater that made it special.
Flowers stated. I feel as if she is completely right words have little to no meaning without a voice and actions to put them in place. How things happen in this world good or bad, is always when someone has the courage to speak and actually make a change. Imagination is a terrible thing to waste and so is the knowledge you learn. Everything you write can be connected to a higher purpose. To a possible great outcome if you just let the words you speak in your mind with a pencil become the words you speak aloud to
It all began the previous summer. Lana, being a huge Broadway enthusiast, saved up enough money to buy tickets for BroadwayCon, which was a Broadway convention. There were no words that could describe how ecstatic she felt as she entered the building. Show tunes filled the air. To her right, Patti Lupone was signing autographs. To her left, they were selling Broadway merchandise. Up ahead, Lin-Manuel Miranda was performing “My Shot” from Hamilton. There were people sharing their different musical obsessions everywhere. Lana was truly in heaven.
After a long day skiing and a hearty dinner, I sit on the leather sofa in the living room, reclining in my chair while I warm up with the heat of the fire next to me. As I listen to the chatter between all my extended family, we decide to end the night with a movie. My aunt goes upstairs to retrieve a movie from the DVD closet, she searches through the wooden shelves filled with every movie imaginable. She refuses to tell us the film, as she slides the disc into the DVD player. What eight-year-old wouldn’t be excited to watch a movie that they know nothing about? As we all watch the movie trailers before the film begins, the tension in the room rises. The suspense peaks as we all wait for the big reveal. As the words ‘Ella Enchanted’ flash
When my mom asked if I wanted to see this year’s Lakeside musical, I honestly was a bit unwilling. It’s not that I didn’t want to support my two or three friends up on stage and in the crew; I just don’t have a very good track record with high school performances. I’m a critic: I have always been very critical of myself, and very critical of others. I unwittingly judge the actors onstage, and end up feeling guilty because I probably could have done no better. On top of this warped superiority/inferiority was the nature of the musical they were performing; all throughout third grade I had been obsessed with the movie-musical Hairspray. I knew all the songs, most of the lines, and wasn’t sure if anyone could top Queen Latifah. But I was mistaken.
Tattoos are not only a marking on the skin, but also a symbol representing something or someone in a person’s life. In Skin Deep, written by Alexis Keinlen, also a journalist and literary editor of Ricepaper Magazine, wrote the article Skin Deep giving several points on the history of tattoos and also letting her viewers know her opinion on the topic of tattoos because of religious reasons or even as low as how the person with tattoos looks compared to someone with zero tattoos. People should look past on how tattoos may look because when choosing the right tattoo with meaning than it shouldn’t matter what others think because the tattoo resembles something special in the person’s life.
Outer space has always intrigued the human mind. Ever since humans inhabited the Earth, they have always looked to the heavens. Ptolemy, who lived over two thousand years ago, dreamed of being with the stars. He said, “I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia” (Tyson). At that time, reaching the “final frontier” was not even remotely possible.
In elementary school, I would escape to the library, face burrowing in picture books about space. Walking home with arms full of checked out books, I would pass by my parents consumed in another argument most likely about marital problems and sit in the corner of my room - door shut - to indulge my self in my own private get away. I did not check out my space books to read but instead to dream, dream about a world waiting to be explored. A world free of the petty arguments of my parents, the teachers with high expectations and the chores that awaited me at home
For some people, they think that words are more significant than the actions. Although, the words can express and influence someone expressions, feelings and thoughts, yet, it is only the reflection of the action (Mina, 2012). Sometimes words are lies, they do not give any effect or impact. Words mean little and cannot be seen or proven if no actions are taken.
Language is a part of our everyday lives, and we can describe the meaning of language in many ways. As suggested in Gee and Hayes (2011, p.6 ) people can view language as something in our minds or something existing in our world in the form of speech, audio recordings, and writings or we can view language as a way of communicating with a group of people. Language can be used to express our emotions, make sense of our mental and abstract thoughts and assists us in communicating with others around us. Language is of vital importance for children to enable them to succeed in school and everyday life. Everyone uses both oral and written language. Language developed as a common ability amongst human beings with the change
Most of us in today’s society do not realize how powerful words can be and how huge of an impact they can have on our lives. I remember the day when my son said his first words,