With whom do you like to have a cup of coffee? Why?
Parichat Kittikornmeta, 5B

Every time that I catch the smelling of coffee, I think of my mother. I usually smell a warmed-soft coffee and my mother sit with her small cup with sandwiches plate in every morning. She is the one who I want to have a cup of coffee with.

My mother loves coffees. She is happy to have a rich coffee once a day. After she drank it, she joked her children with fun story and we laughed together. She is like shining sun even in a rainy day.

I can sense relaxation every time I see my mother and her small-warmed cup. When she was relaxing, she would sing with a lovely sound while she was playing smooth rhyme of guitar. As if her energy flows with non-stop. She may asked me for take a walk from house to the closest store, even though she was old and her knee was not great.

While we were taking time to sip coffee, she often shared me her weary childhood story, then taught me to live a good life. I love to spend time talking with her and learning many experiences from her.

A small cup of coffee can make a good time between me and my mother. It is a time I like to spend with my lovely mother. I really love to have a cup of coffee with my mother.

My Past Life

Rashid Alhomaidi, 5C
Playing in the yard, crying for silly things, and listening to the tails. This how most of our childhood was and no one can forget his\her memories until the person grows up and remembers the best moments of his\her past. In my past life, my childhood and my high school days are the best moments and memories that I’ll never forget them.
My childhood has the best moments that I have been in my life. When I was 5 years old, I was full of happiness. I was  innocent and I wasn’t worried about anything because I was thinking as child mind and child mind doesn’t have a stress or depression. My childhood was very simple. For example, my dad bought me a small toy doesn’t cost more than 15 dollars, but it really meant for me like he bought me a car, also when I hang out , I just go to my cousin’s house or my friend’s house and this how my weekend was. As I told you my childhood was simple.

In high school, where I grew up and changed the way I think. I began to be responsible of myself. In fact, even though my parents paid for my high school, I was always studying by myself and when I go out, nobody tells when I have to come back. I began to think about my future and which university I should go, also I started having stress and worrying about a lot of things. My high school was the important point that changed my life.

In the end, this is my past life. First, I was innocent kid and full of happiness , then  I grew up and became responsible of myself, and finally I took important decisions such as studying in the United States. I miss my past life and I will never forget it.

 

What Do I Miss Most About My Hometown?

Nhung Nguyen, 5C

It has been one month since the first day I came to the U.S, which is thousands of kilometers far away from my hometown – Vietnam. Even though America, as itself, is definitely a fabulous and fascinating country and a place of big dreams, it is still unable to stop me missing about my fatherland, in which my beloved family is always in the bottom of my heart, especially my mother.
Immigrating to a very new environment included the weather, food, and friends makes me sometimes excited but stressful in moments. Hence, homesickness has come naturally as other immigrants and it holds my feeling in sadness and loneliness. In such situations, I always remember about the good old memories when I was still a little daughter in my mother’s arms, which is such the most beautiful picture in my mind. As the saying goes:” A happy family is but an earlier heaven” (John Bowring), it is touching to me at this time.  I’m a lucky child saying that quotation because I just feel in peace when I’m thinking of my home.  Specifically, I have been brought up with my mother’s kindly heart, and she is always by my side even in my darkest moments. She takes care of her little daughters perfectly and sweetly because family is the most important thing in her life.
Born and grown from a poor family, she has a strong attitude and hard effort to success in any obstacles and difficult situations. Doubtlessly, she also teaches me that I am never allowed to give up anything in life as she does. She has sacrificed her whole life for me, for her family so I have to be stronger in my independent life in the foreign lands. So that, when I am in trouble, even when I do any little thing, I think of my mother and say to myself that I should be responsible and try my best. Those are things that haven’t ever made her disappointed about her proud.
She is also a sensitive mother because she is the one who could see my thought that I haven’t told yet. Honestly, sometimes we talk and share our feelings as close friends and there are not any secrets between us. Therefore, if I have problem or feel uncomfortable about the new life, she will always be the first person who chill my soul out as previous days that I was by her side.
Finally, I want to say that my mother is a precious gift that God give to my life. It does not matter where I am, it does not matter how long I have been away from her, I am always still her beloved child, her little daughter and the one who miss her most. And I noted down in my dairy in the U.S a meaningful saying of Victor Hugo that:” A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them”.  My mommy is definitely my life.

My Primary School
Manelle Bourechak, 5B

There is a phase of every individual’s life that we always want to remember and talk about it. For many reason, my unforgotten moment is when I was in primary school. One of them is the beauty of my school which it made me a happy young girl.

My school was not big as other institution. It is located in woods. This part of town is very quit, only few cars pass by. It is surrounded by a beautiful houses and long old eucalyptus trees. It is very old famous school. The French architecture dated during the French colonialism to Algeria in 1830. The big and long white wall covered the small recreation yard. There are banana’s trees planted every two to three meters exceed the fence. On the back of the recreation yard, there is a nice garden where the red beautiful flowers is planted, the others flowers have a different colors, some are purple other yellows.  The green leaves invaded the place. The mixture of these colors is an amazing piece of art for the eye of everyone in this school. On each wall of classes, there was a painting, some of them are cartoon others are just educational writing as Arabic alphabet or Coran verses. All the class windows are painted in white to reflect the sun light and avoid children to look to the gorgeous garden.

In short, my primary school was a remarkable and happiest place in all my life. I hope that one day I go visit it but I afraid that these splendor quiet institution changed.