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Weekends were the best. Being able to lay down and take a load off from all of the heavy lifting.The thing is I’m sick of these little shits always being home.The only one who really cares about me are my buddies at work. They’re almost always busy on the weekends. So I tend to stay home if there’s nothing else to do. I hate being here when everyone’s home. They don’t pay attention to me and refuse to acknowledge me unless I yell. Especially the youngest one. She’s a fucking bitch. She refuses to show me any type of respect because her mother told her lies about me. Telling her that I smoke and drink. It’s fucking retarded. After she turned 16 she’s gotten worse. She’s been brainwashed so much that she’s not like herself anymore. She used to be so much fun. Now she’s some crazy bitch who just fights with me and claims that I don’t deserve respect. Bitch, I made you. I deserve respect from you. I’ve been trying to get her to show me some respect by forcing the idea down her throat, but it doesn’t seem to work. …show more content…
Maybe my buddies were right about them.
They didn’t treat me the way I deserve to be treated. Plus they claim that everything I do is wrong. It makes no sense. I try and be nice to them, but I won’t tolerate them talking to me with any attitude. “Hey Megastar, how was school yesterday?” I said. She refused to answer me. This was normal, but I was on my last nerve. “I said ‘How was
school?” “Fine,” Megan said with a tinge of attitude. That’s fucking it I’m going to get some answers whether she likes it or not. I’ve been treated like shit for almost 16 years now. It’s her fault. If she wasn’t born I wouldn’t be in this situation. She should know the answers. Right? “Why do you treat me like shi- crap all the time? What have I ever done to you and your mother?” I couldn’t help but enjoy this. It’s the only time I get a reaction from her. “Are you serious? You don’t remember what you’ve done to us for the past 6 years now? You have got to be kidding me. I’m not going to go over it. It’s dumb and I just want to relax,” she started to walk into her room, but I didn’t want the conversation to end. Even if it’s just yelling and screaming. “What are you even talking about? I have done nothing to you and you still treat me like this. I deserve respect from you, you little bit-” “Oh really? You’re going to DEMAND respect from me when you don’t even show an ounce of respect to any of us? Wow. You’re just pathetic! You don’t even do anything around the house or pay for anything. All you do anymore is play hooky and smoke weed with your friends! I don’t even think I know you anymore. You’ve changed ever since your mom died 10 years ago. We thought you would go back to being your usual self, but I guess-” “You’re the reason I changed! Not my mom, you! If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be in this situation if you weren’t born. You’re a mistake! I sometimes wish you were never born!” I yelled at her with all my might. How dare she say that I’ve changed? I’m the same person her mom married 22 years ago. “What is going on?!” Oh no. Here comes Mrs. Fat Ass again. If it wasn’t for her I would have raised these kids the way I was raised. They wouldn’t even dare speak out or give us attitude but no. Now I have to put up with all of them. Paula sent Megan to her room telling her calmly that she wasn’t in trouble. “What do you think you were doing? She’s 16 and you’re 46! You know she’s been stressed out about school and that she doesn’t want to talk about it. There was no reason to ask. We just had this conversation yesterday. Why can’t you get it through your head?” There she goes again. Stern as ever. She makes me feel like a little kid who’s being punished for something they didn’t do. Especially since I did nothing wrong. I don’t even want to deal with this anymore. “Maybe if she actually showed me some freaking respect I wouldn’t have to yell. Have you ever thought about that? All she does is listen to your lies and treat me like this. You’re the reason she fights with me all the time. I haven’t done anything wrong!” I knew this wasn’t right. She just told them the truth. Something I could never do but I had to say. I have to make her believe that I haven’t done anything wrong because I haven’t done anything wrong. The fight went on and on for what felt like hours. I don’t think I can handle weekends anymore. I don’t want to be stuck here with people who don’t show me any fucking respect. Hopefully, my buddies aren’t busy tomorrow and the upcoming weekends. I really hate weekends.
“Don’t say it's disgusting. Don’t say it’s disgusting” is what I think when I’m presented with foods I don’t like. We all face the challenge of keeping our inner thoughts to ourselves, and some of us are better than others. Poet Carolyn Kizer presents this idea in her poem “Bitch”. In her poem, Kizer uses a unique format and literary devices to effectively describe an interaction between former lovers.
Nearly everyone has had that dreadful encounter with the last person they want to see in places like the supermarket, dry cleaners, or the movie theaters. What follows are a few awkward moments of strained conversation while one looks for signs of bitter regret in the eyes of his or her ex. Carolyn Krizer’s poem “Bitch” depicts such a meeting. The poem brings the reader to reality of what really goes on deep beyond conversation while seeing an ex. Through the use of personification, diction, and tone Kizer delineates the speaker’s struggle with feelings of animosity, repression, and desire for reconciliation.
This anthology is beautifully diverse and unique. Although the poems are new, they take reader back in time through issues that are relevant to the 21st century life. Most of the poems are experimental form probably because the poets are trying to get their voices heard by doing new things, which I think work well for a majority of these poems and others, not so much. Analicia Sotelo’s “I’m Trying to Write a Poem About A Virgin and It’s Painful” is an experimental prose form, and it’s beautiful. A part of the poem reads, “Some people said I should take her out of the poem. Other people said No, take her out of the lake and put her in the bedroom” (40). The poet making the process of writing a poem the poem itself is something new for me. The contrast in this piece also works well, although I still do not understand the metaphor of the lake. Also, Damian Caudill has a beautiful form in “Tuesday Ordinary.” The form and the style seem experimental but worthwhile. The poem is written from the perspective of Trayvon Martin’s hoodie, which many, especially in the African-American community believed contributed to his murder. The depth of thought that might have gone into the penning of this poem is commendable. However, I did not think this experimental form works well for “It was a miracle route everyone had been searching for and the story caused a sensation” on page 5. The later part of the first section left me with the question, “why is this a poem, or included in a poem? And I find it hard to comprehend why these different sections are fused under one poem. Also in Kara Kai Wang’s “Idiom,” I find the footnote alienating as a reader, because of the language used. I would have preferred if the footnoted words are in another languag...
I 'm not their child, why would they yell at me? What gives them the right?
Humans are all different in nature. We think deeply about issues and then react according to our values and beliefs. This helps us pick the best possible course of action. In “Useless Boys” the narrator doesn’t want to make the commitment because he believes that it does more harm than good to a person. He also states that he has had a problem with others keeping their commitment, for example, his father, who is never around.
Previous generations have a strong belief of keeping work and home life separate; that work is for work and home is for play (Rampell, 2011, para 21). Today’s professionals do not seem to abide by similar beliefs, constantly crossing the borders of one into the other. While many recognize this as an issue that could result in employees being less productive, it has actually resulted in them accepting that their work may run late into the evening or even into the weekend. I agree with this completely in that I grew up being taught that business is business and personal is personal; you leave your home life at the door. But now times have changed, and my weekends are no longer dedicated to my home life, but for work, because I attend classes during the week. Also, in my line of work in the Allied Health industry, it is a requirement to work off hours. Long gone are the days of working nine to five, Monday through Friday; technology and the demand of wanting affairs done and done as soon as possible, has made it so the “work week” is now 24-7. “Jon Della Volpe, the director of polling at Harvard Institute of Politics, said, ‘Some experts also believe that today’s young people are better at quickly switching from one task to another, given their exposure to so many stimuli during their childhood and adolescence’” (Rampbell,
The use of imagery is very commonly used in fictional literary work, especially poems. Imagery according to Crowder Collage Introduction to Literature’s glossary, “The collective set of images in a poem or other literary work,” (1991). The definition of imagery is rather vague by itself. It is very enlightening on the other hand when the term image is defined, “A word or series of words that refers to any sensory experience (usually sight, although also sound smell, touch or taste). An image is a direct or literal recreation of physical experience and adds immediacy to literary language,” (Gioia 1991).The imagery in Chana Bloch’s “Tired Sex” is a wonderfully helpful in communicating the poem’s general theme.
I yelled at them, ignored them, and occasionally did the opposite they told me too. At the time, I thought that made me better than them, but in the end, it got me nowhere. Soon I entered high school and my bratty preteen-self calmed down. However, my parents became stricter on my grades because there was a big milestone that would be coming up in a few years, getting accepted into college. My parents made it very clear that if I did not get a large scholarship to any university, I would have to go to the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted out of the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their tight grasp on me. I completed year after year, always making “A’s” in my classes. I soon climbed to the top of my school’s ranking system and was at the top of my class. Though, this did not matter to me, I wanted out of my house. At this point, I knew I was not disappointing my parents, they were as proud as can be with a daughter at the top of her class. This was the first time in my life that I felt as if my parents were generally proud of me and my accomplishments. I still however, felt guilty. Even though I was doing it for myself, I felt bad that I wanted to escape my parents. I did not hate them, I just could not stand being under their control
To be labeled as a feminist is such a broad classification therefore it is divided into various subsections, one such subsection is known as hip hop feminism in which Ruth Nicole closely associates herself with throughout this essay I will thoroughly discuss this form of feminism. Ruth Nicole is a black woman that categorizes herself as a girl, by her definition a girl is far from independent. Black girlhood discusses the shared experiences of the ever-changing body, which has been marked as vibrant, Black, and female, along with memories and representations of being female. As a result, Ruth Nicole wrote Black Girlhood Celebration in order to share her personal and political motivations of working with black girls within the community. A conversation that is not often articulated about due to a language barrier. In which this discussion accurately details a means to work with black girls in such a way that does not control their body or pilfer black female individuality. Under those circumstances, Brown believes that black girls are being exploited for their physique through the use of music and instructed to conform to white norms constructed by society.
"Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal [but] which the reader recognizes as his own." (Salvatore Quasimodo). There is something about the human spirit that causes us to rejoice in shared experience. We can connect on a deep level with our fellow man when we believe that somehow someone else understands us as they relate their own joys and hardships; and perhaps nowhere better is this relationship expressed than in that of the poet and his reader. For the current assignment I had the privilege (and challenge) of writing an imitation of William Shakespeare’s "Sonnet 87". This poem touched a place in my heart because I have actually given this sonnet to someone before as it then communicated my thoughts and feelings far better than I could. For this reason, Sonnet 87 was an easy choice for this project, although not quite so easy an undertaking as I endeavored to match Shakespeare’s structure and bring out his themes through similar word choice.
Story of a Lotus chronicles the sufferings of the protagonist, Dau, in the political and social crises of the late 1930s. Through the exploration of the main theme misery from restriction, the devised sequence aims to champion prominent values of Vietnamese women like sacrifice, willpower and purity. A storyboard of four frames (Appendix) provides guideline for the devisor to establish overarching movement construction. Narrative structure and elements of text are also concretised in this process.
The three poets convey the feelings of seriousness, happiness, and failure. In the poem “Simile”, Scott Momaday explains how people and the actions we do are similar to animals in which the comparison was towards deer. In “Moon Rondeau” by Carl Sandburg he illustrates that working together in a relationship, you may be able to accomplish a task and generate a strong bond. In the final poem “Woman” by Nikki Giovanni she displays how one may want to grow and be someone special to your significant other but they may not care of what their other may want. The three poets are illustrating the theme of humans being similar to animals in which case they either work together or they just ignore each other within the literary similarities and differences of the three poems.
Line 3: Having beauty that appeals to the emotions as well as the eyes I never grasped.
Any time my brother starts to tattle on me, he forgets to mention the fact that he does drugs on the daily. Austin has never fully paid my parents or grandparents back for anything they’ve helped him pay for, whereas I have paid for everything. It frustrated me when my parents cannot see through my brother’s fakeness. Austin is a complete pain in the butt at work because he will specifically ask people if they have heard anything about me, just so he can tell my parents. I do not do drugs; I barely go out. It is difficult for me to comprehend why I am such a bad kid compared to “innocent Austin.” I keep my grades up, usually, apply to colleges and for scholarships, got accepted into great colleges, have a high ACT score, dedicate myself to my future and try to be a good person. My parents always ignore those facts and focus on whatever my brother tells