My hands were clammy, and I knew my heart was racing as I carefully slid the letter opener under the edge of the envelope flap. I had finally received the letter that I had been waiting for what seemed like years. I had finally received the letter that would say if I had been accepted to International Institute of A.C.E. or not. I was excited and scared to see what the letter held for my future. I took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. I would do this. I opened the letter, praying that I would have the answer that would be God's will for my life. I looked down at the letter, and then the shock of what it said came. “What?” I screamed. My mom came running in to the living room. Concern lacing her voice she exclaimed, “What is wrong, Hapford?” “I haven't been accepted.” I said as my voice was trembling. I hope that she didn't notice. I will not cry, not now. My mom came over to my and wrapped her arms around me in a warm, comforting hug. “It'll be okay.” I pulled out of her hug, not wanting to begin crying in front of her. It's just a college; I shouldn't be wanting to cry. “Thanks. Mom, I'm going to go to my room.” “Okay. Let me know if you …show more content…
I knew that she wanted to hug me and make it better, but I needed to be alone. I walked up the stairs to my room and curled up in a ball on my bed. Why hadn't I been accepted. That was all that I could think about for the next hour. Why. I looked at the clock and noticed it was now 6:00 p.m. Dad would be getting home in a few minutes. Just as I thought that, I heard the front door open and heard Dad talking to Mom. All I could hear was their muffled voices, but I knew what they were saying; they were most certainly talking about my not getting accepted to the college. A couple of minutes later I heard Dad coming up the stairs, probably to my room. I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping he could not tell I had been
"No you're not. It's going to be okay. Remember the four year old we saw going on?" I embraced her tighter and it was then that I realized that I'm horrible at comforting
Grace: *Looking up she sees a beautiful girl rubbing her back and softly trying to calm her* I didn't get into Ohio state, *Grace cries*, what am i supposed to do now?
On September 11, 2001 terrorists crashed two American airline airplanes into Twin Towers, killing thousands of people. It was the worst terrorist attack in American history and it showed us that we are not protected by Atlantic and Pacific. It showed us that we could be attacked by anyone at anytime. It showed us that if we will be attacked again that we can only depend on each other and not on other nations to help us. The 9/11 changed people forever, some lost family members or friends, others lost their jobs even so called “American Dream.”
2,753 people died in the World Trade Center, 403 of which were NYFD, NYPD, and Port Authority personnel. This number could have been lower if the fire department and police department had worked together appropriately (Tracy, Thomas. “FDNY to Announce 32 More 9/11 Linked Deaths .” NY Daily News, NEW YORK DAILY NEWS, 7 Sept. 2017, www.nydailynews.com/new-york/fdny-announce-32-9-11-linked-deaths-anniversary-nears-article-1.3476104.) The police and fire departments were against each other since at least 1993, this led to them being unprepared during the event of 9/11 because of the lack of coordination. The 9/11 attacks were terrorist-caused, planes were hijacked and flown into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and a random field in Pennsylvania.
For people who were born after 2001 have you ever wondered what it was like to like through 9/11? Well here is the experience of living through it from Michael O’Mara.
In response to the 9/11 attack, New York has worked to strengthen their infrastructures and make them resistant to terrorism. To date, New York State has received more than “$6 billion” in anti-terrorism money from Washington (Brill). “These funds have been allocated for critical infrastructure protection, counter-terrorism and law enforcement, cyber security, health emergency preparedness and other emergency services” (Ten Years after 9/11).
I will be telling y’all about 9/11 and what happen and what some brave people did to save
“Dangit!” I screamed because I spilled coffee on my uniform. I’m having a really bad day. First, I forgot my cell phone in Phoenix, so I can’t get it until I fly back tomorrow. Then, my landing from Phoenix to LaGuardia was bumpy. I had one woman yell at me because her baby began to cry due to the rough landing. Am I getting near the end? I am in my late-fifties and my landings have been getting worse and worse over the past year.
The rain mocks me as I ease my frame into the parole van. I mutter, trailing off my thoughts as an officer disapproves of me in the rear vision mirror. A month of numbing cell beds, restless nights and tormenting words was starting to take its toll, though as the countryside begins to blossom into township, I find the energy I urgently need to defend myself. While reminiscing, I study the raindrops as they chase each other down the windows, hurtling at speeds at which I can only hope my life will pass at while I'm in prison. Clandestinely, water decides to pool on the roads, adapting to the controlling drainage systems. Aren’t we all a part of a system? Everything is simplistic, yet unimaginable, like my charge. I am lost in society.
Water. This is my first thought as I slowly manage to pull my eyes open and squint against the harsh sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. My mouth feels like I’m holding a cotton ball between my teeth and I blindly reach for a water bottle on my nightstand. As I bring the bottle to my lips I nearly cry out from the splitting pain that is coming from my head. I stumble to the bathroom in search of Advil and pause when I glance at my reflection. My hair is disheveled and I’m still wearing last night’s clothes. My eyes are bloodshot and mascara coats my under eyes, my lips dry and cracked. The events of the previous night play through my mind. The pounding music that makes my head hurt just thinking about it, the stuffy basement and a
I remember the day as it were only yesterday, it was just a normal day in my middle school. I remember feeling so confident that I would get in. All day I sneaked out of my classes to see if I could find out early from my guidance counselor if i got in. Not one of my attempts worked, so I waited until the end of the day when my class was gathered around my teacher as she gave acceptance letters out. I remember my heart was beating so fast. Some of my peers were in tears because they did not get the schools they wanted. and yet i thought, “why should i be worried, I got in”. As i got my acceptance letter, i ripped it open and i furiously started scanning the page for the words “Townsend Harris”. As the seconds ticked by, I felt tears starting to
My mind is exhausted. I have had a sense of hopelessness as if I didn’t belong at times. Trying to maintain good grades and a strong GPA, the course loads and challenge classes started to become overwhelming. Therefore, I found myself in the counseling and psychological services office seeking assistance to deal with the lows of depression. As I seek help, the trauma of withdrawing from my close friends as I try desperately to explain why I’m so distant is disastrous. However, the friends in which I had such a great bond with for years, didn’t care to understand my hardships. They left my corner, without even reaching out to see if I’m okay. Then God’s sent two special angels to my side to help me through my journey. They helped encourage me, and I begin to believe in myself again. However, the struggle became even tougher for me as I received a call on that dreadful day that put the dagger in my heart. From that moment, my life begins to unravel bit by bit. Consequently, the once strong matriarch of my family, could not endure the pains of cancer. Uncontrollable screams surfaced in the school hallway as I received the news.
I was very excited to make a new step in my life, college. I came with high hopes and aspirations. My hometown is not near Arizona, It is Lake Tahoe, Nevada, so going home for the weekend was simply out of the question. I had a great time for the first month, enjoying freedom. However, I was sitting in my room one night writing a paper with my roommate, and one of my friends from home called me. She said that one of our good friends from high school had just committed suicide earlier that day. I didn’t know how to react to this; I was scared, and confused. Why did he do it? Why didn’t anyone know that he was unhappy? Was he unhappy? I felt regret, thinking I should have been there for him. Once the crying commenced, my mother called me telling me that my last grandma had gone into the hospital. She had collapsed in her apartment and was rushed to the emergency center. I had no idea what to do. I felt like God was just condemning me and attacking me for some reason. I went into this deep depression and I didn’t want anyone to talk to me, if they did, I would simply start crying. I was alone, and no one knew who I was. I was too far away from home to go to my friend’s ceremony.
More tears came and flooded my words again. Sheldon brought me some tissue. Eric came to hold my hand. I was finally able to blurt it out.
Tears streamed down my face as I stared at her, waiting. Mom closed her eyes and shook her head.