ONE DAY IN MY LIFE!

A Day to Remember , by Indira Appiah Menkah
Visiting Syria
Holiday in Krapets

The view of my window
A Day In the Life of a Christian
My Life
A day in the life of me

A Day to Remember
This day should be a memorable day.

A day when we would be lost in our own thoughts.

We would sit in the car of fantasy,

Swimming in the world of our dreams.

But, I know deep down that when we come back,

To this world this would be our regret:

That life is just like a rose,

One instant it blooms,

Another instant it withers.

This strongly supports the popular saying,

Of the great Indira Ghandi that,

“Fantasy romance ceases to be romantic

When it ceases to be a secret.”

Indira Appiah Menkah

3 Arts 5

From: <wlinks@achimota.edu.gh>
Sent: Thursday, April 05, 2001 4:43 PM

From: grtwelve shadia <grtwelve_shadia@yahoo.com>
A DAY IN MY LIFE
April 15th of 2000

One’s life is a combination between happiness and
sadness ,on that score,
Man should not forgo any chance of enjoying happiness.
As for my self ¸I am going to speak about the
happiest day
- I think-in my life.
Last year ,I visited Syria together with my
family ,I visited most of the remains of Syria ,I
visited Al-Addem palace ,it is very large where there
are a lot of sight ,later the government of Syria
renewed it .
We made funny things such as playing in the
small lakes, and we went Palmaira where we visited a
lot of remains, and we took a lot of photographs ,I
visited Zanobia palace where I climbed fence and while
I was in such case ,my uncle took a very funny
photograph for me .
I will never forget that day all my life.

My name is Ivelina Antonova Georgieva.
I’m 16 years old.
I’m living in Varna, Bulgaria.
I’m studying at V Language School and I’m IX B class.
My e – mail is:
ivelinageorgieva@yahoo.com

April 15th of 2000

A DAY IN MY LIFE

One summer my family and I were invited by our friends
to go on holiday in Krapets – a small village near the
sea. We set off for this beautiful place.
When we arrived we settled in the villa, where our
friends had lived for a year. It was so big. In front
of it there was a small swimming pool. We spend
unforgettable hours swimming in it. The next day the
weather was cool so we decided to stroll near the
beach. The sea was so strange and frightening. By the
water there were many high cliffs. They were excavated
and from them flew out lots of swallows. They were
hovering around driving us away from their nests. At
that moment we noticed a small swallow fall down on
the sand. It was so defenseless. Its beak was yellow
and its feathers were soft and fluffy. We were sorry
for it and put it back in the nest. After that we went
back to the villa.
The next days we were looking after these birds. We
carried them a lot of tidbits.
Thereby I spend an unforgettable holiday in Krapets.
And the swallow, we saved, will stay forever in my
memory.

from: Dimitry <Raverone429@aol.com>

When I look out my window, I see trains carrying people, cars polluting the air we breathe, people escaping from reality using illegal substances they buy from people who just want to survive like the rest of the "$100,000 earning, tuxedo wearing, wall street working, Mercedes Benz driving business people" who are ruining this country's economy with their "Power lunches" and "Friendly takeovers". I see crooked individuals in the government, politics, and justice departments who don't give a damn weather we die or not, but they do worry about people loitering and what most of the time is having fun. When I look out my window, I feel disgusted towards the people that make my life a living hell, weather it be on one or the other side of the window. But at the same time I feel hope towards the next day when I look out that window. I see the bravery, the encouragement the perseverance the role models of this country give us each day.

I go to school at Herbert Lehman High School. This school may not have the best reputation as being good "academically", but from going to school for approximately one year now, I could tell you that the teachers give a damn, the students are more than excellent friends, and the environment, although based on education, still has a hands-on relationship between teacher and student.

The living conditions are satisfactory in the Bronx, depends where you live. Sometimes the houses look run-down, and neighborhoods and areas look dangerous, but in my opinion, and in opinion of probably all New Yorkers, the living conditions and living qualities are getting better and better. There's nothing really to brag about, but you'll learn to appreciate your surroundings soon enough.

I wake up every morning with the same feeling of staying bed, not seeing anyone, not even wanting to wake, but it constantly comes to my mind the thought that God saved me with a purpose, and that my duty is to accomplish it. Finally, I get up and watch myself in the mirror while washing my face and secretly smile and think of God and His reason for saving me, my life being worth so little.

I pray for all my brothers around the world and ask God to give them strenght and to bless them for doing His will and also for the missionaires that do a wonderful job in delivering His word (that are even willing todie for him every day in dangerous countries). I also pray for the poor and homeless and those who are slaved somehow (drugs, alcohol, wars, etc).

Afterwards I read the Bible and see what God wants for my life. He is so loving and always wants the best for me, never lets me down, always cheers me up, and shows me that I need not to suffer on my own in order to follow Him.

When I finish reading I pray and thank Him for everything (my family, my friends, etc) and ask Him to help me through the rest of the day.

I then go to the University and stay there the whole morning. In fact, I am there right now, while writing this essay. I am studying to be a teacher. I am in first year (I have three left). I am not a very good student, but I'm still here, aren't I?. I love English and have studied it for over 10 years.

At university I deal with the best people and have a nice time, and usually learn something. Sometimes I have problems with my beliefs and feel bad, (because I can only share my beliefs but not impose them) but I always try to bring to my mind that God is proving me and that He wants me to give my best in all situations.

It is hard for a Christian to be told that he is part of a sect, and especially when he is told that by his own family, but the more opposal the stronger you need to be. There is always the laughing and the insulting by those who know your faith and want you to feel bad and enjoy doing it.

It is also hard for a Christian to see the world go to hell, the murders increase, the wars start for no important reasons, the corruption of the political leaders that bring so many wrongs to their country, the hunger, the illnesses that kill so many people that have no resources to acquire the cures, the poverty...

I end up my days thinking in a way of improving things, and I am hopeful that someone somewhere in the world ends up his day in the same way and with the same wish, but also has the will to do something.

I encourage you to think for a moment: what could possibly hurt, trouble, bother or even bring you down, when really considering the suffering of the world?.

I will sure go to bed and thank God for giving me a simple, ordely, but worthy life and will ask Him to take care of you all.

My life
I am 60 years old and live in Kansas, USA and I am a student on the
internet. My day begins with exercise before I even get out of bed.
Still warm from the covers I roll and stretch my body into shapes I
can not manage on my feet due to arthrisis pulling against the stiffness
of the night. Then I wash, being sure to
hold the very damp warm rag against my eyelids until my eyes feel less
like a desert. Then I take a warm wet rag and go to wake my small
grandson washing his
sleepy eyes and face and hands. The first thing he says is "Hi Grandma,
I love you. Can I have a glass of milk." George has a weak stomach and
drinks a lot of
milk. I say "Sure can!" and we go get our milk.

After the milk we take care of washing and dressing for a day out
doors. We can hear the birds chirping loudly and we plan to be out
doors as much as
possible these last warm days of fall. We make cream of wheat in the
microwave and toast and hot tea and after we put the dishes in the sink
I flip on the computer
and check for our email lessons. George is learning about music and I
am enrolled in several craft progams and a meditation class. We are too
early and so we shut it down and go out into the morning. The day is
beautiful and sweaters are just right over our flannel shirts. We both
have on sneakers and caps and gloves.

The Maple tree in my side yard is turning golden and red. The last of
the mint is still good. George calls it my "bubble gum plant." We have
a lot of pears on the ground and some of them "have bees inside them"
George warns me. The sunflower seed heads are ready to cut and one of
the rain gutters is full of red oak leaves.
So is George's wagon!! Even though we live in a small town my yard is
full of berry bushes and fruit trees. I have peaches and plums in the
front and shallots and garlic on the side of my house. I have a black
walnut tree too but I dont get enough walnuts from it to matter.

Many toys and objects are scattered around the yard and so we take time
to streighten thing and put some things away for the winter. The dead
tomato plants are cut down and the cages stacked beside the shed. I
have not grown brocolli before but it still seems to be doing well so I
leave it alone. George has caught a grass-
hopper and we talk about how it feels in his hand and look it over well
then he lets it go. (Last month his mother had caught one but he
wouldnt touch it then)

We finally go inside for a lunch of soup and grilled cheese with more
milk. We check our e-mail and find our lessons have arrived. George's
lessons are mostly just listening to the lenght of the various notes and
the sounds as they go up or down. My work is enlarging a pattern for a
rabbit holloween outfit for George and doing several new relaxation
exercises. These I will do when George is napping later but right now
it is time for us to read a book. George picks out a small poem called
"I Woke up this Morning" about a little girl who is staying in bed
because her day is so full of people saying "NO!" We talked about it.
And we talk some more about his uncle, my son who died and how he misses
him. Then we turn on a cartoon on the Tv and he lays down to rest while
I do the dishes and my other house
work.

George wakes up as his Mother comes in from her day out and he is
excited to see her. We decide to share a pizza and salad for supper and
we watch a hospital show on Tv as we eat. George wants to be a heart
doctor and get to "use the blue paddles to start peoples hearts!" His
blue crayon box gets emptied and both parts go against my chest while
he says "stand clear! Are you all better now Grandma?" And I always
say "I sure am Doctor George!"

After George and his mom go home I do the rest of my homework for my
internet classes, chat for a few minutes in my favorite chat room (My
nic is AuntHattie) get a phone call from my husband who is a over the
raod truckdriver and then get ready for bed. The last thing I do is put
on some music and read until I'm sleepy.

The happiest day of my life is the day when i first heard songs of group Backstreet Boys.It was 1997 August 11.I fell in love with them at once.I try to dress as they do.I"m very sorry they don"t visit our city.I want to be a singer or a dancer,and i were so happy to dance or sing with them.I have got all their records,posters and T-shirts.I know all their songs by heart.I hope we shall meet some day and become good friends.
My name is Gasimova Aynur.I'm fifteen years old.I learn in 11 form.