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  • My family originates from the Philippine Islands located 800 kilometers off the Pacific coast of Asia. As a child, I grew up hearing stories about living in the Philippines from my parents, aunts and uncles and also grandparents. However, my siblings and I have never been there, and when we asked...

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  • The stars above me were unlike any I had seen before, first in the multitudes that existed, and second in their extraordinary gleaming brightness. It was my 17th birthday and I was lying in a sleeping bag in the northernmost part of california, Redwood National Park, on a riverbed surrounded by...

  • In June of 2009, I spent a week of my summer dedicating my time to teaching young children about Christ with my newly developed youth group. We traveled to Mobile, Alabama to a small church called Shalom Baptist Church. Three years ago my church assisted in building and providing for this church,...

  • With the smiling yellow parachute above my best friend, Rachel, and I; we began to lift off the boat, and as the boat got smaller we began to see the world in a different outlook.  June 5, 2010 Rachel, her stepmother, Tammy, and I got into Tammy’s bright yellow mustang and set off on the two hour...

  •   I spent my senior year in Virginia, while the rest of my family lived in Ethiopia. Over Christmas, my parents arranged for me to fly over and meet them in Kenya, where we were going to spend a week on the beach. There were some complications on my flight over, but my dad managed to stay...

  • I take my first step into a world that, until a few years ago, I never would have conceived knowing.  The humidity shocks me, giving my straight, smooth hair a new, un-appealing frizzy due.   As I stand around the dirty carousel, waiting for my luggage, beads of sweat are dripping off me,...

  • I would go insane if I lived in a place like this. The dirt, rocks, and sagebrush look the same mile after mile, in contrast with the snowy Sierra Nevada Mountains looming in the background of the desolate Owens Valley. My mom steers the motorhome from Highway 395 onto a dirt road. We pass an...

  • With a jolt, my family and I were awoken by the piercing horn of the ferry, signifying our entrance into Norway. To my mother, this was a melancholy reminder of the life she had left behind to raise her family in America. My sister, father and I anxiously looked over the crisp waters of the North...

  • Every year for the past four years my father has taken a business trip to Hawaii, and usually took my mother with him. Last year in September of 2008 I finally got to accompany them and miss two weeks of school. Needless to say I got the homework done on the 16+ hours of flight and layovers from...

  •  9 hours is a long car ride. Especially when you have 2 kids in the backseat giggling and laughing and singing and raping. Well, if you look at it like said kids in the backseat, then it was a lot more then 9 hours. More like 9 hours of food, games, singing contests, and who could win a re-done...

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