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  • Hello, buongiorno, hola, bonjour, guten morgen, ahoj. Over the course of one month abroad, I was acquainted with a barrage of different cultures found in the introductory statement. It began with my great-aunt, a seventy-nine year old widow from Peru and devout catholic, invited me to join her on a...

    Tags: Europe
  • In October of 2006, my family and I went to Washington D.C. to attend my cousin’s wedding. My brother and I were actually part of the wedding party. I was excited about going; I would miss school and be able to ride in an airplane, neither of which I do often. I did not know then that this trip...

  • Somewhere on the lonely stretch of interstate between Tarpon Springs, Florida and Lake Winfield Scott, Georgia there is a smokestack. It stands alone in a field, with bricks as red as the clay earth, surrounded by the dry husks of weeds long parched by the Dixie sun. It is a silent sentinel, a...

  • On Christmas Day, my family visited my grand-uncle 'Chiook' (pronounced 'Chook') in Indonesia. He is the psychic medium of our family who performs exorcisms and predicts fortunes. I was sitting on a sofa next to my family, listening attentively to Uncle Chiook, when suddenly he turned to me and...

    Tags: Asia
  •   I was born with a gift that many, many people would die to have.  I can lick my elbow. No, just kidding. My grandmother was born in Spain, and, after my grandfather died, she returned and now lives there full time. I have visited Spain seven times. Most years, we...

    Tags: Europe, Spain
  • I am Hispanic, but never had I let it define me. This is partially because I was born and raised in Texas and was never given the opportunity to know what 'Hispanic' meant. It was just as school let out during my junior year that my mother advised me I had short of a week to pack -- we were taking...

    Tags: Caribbean
  • The summer before your senior year is always depicted as one that should be full of memories, action, and the last glimpses of childhood.  Nothing less than that describes this summer for me. Instead of beaches, hotels, passports and famous landmarks, I was taken down a much different path in...

  • "I can’t feel my arm!" I cried out to my cross country teammates, as we were on our way to Big Pine, California. The drive was taking hours from Norwalk, where we were all from; so to keep myself entertained, I had decided to attempt to fist pump for one hour without stopping. As it turned out,...

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    Tags: Africa
  • My eight grade year was the year i awaited for so long. I would be so close to leave middle school, one step closer to the school that everyone looked forward to, High School. Every eight grader looked forward to an eight grade trip we took toward the end of the year to the East Coast. It was a...

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