Walking out the door and find you there, still haven’t done your hair. Pull yourself together you tell yourself, it’s all the weather. Break your surroundings before you try, I swear you try. California can’t solve you, I can’t solve you. I’m a piece of you that could fall off, at any point. Why don’t you want to, why don’t you want to. Crumbling inside, i swear you flied, you help me by. Confidence is mine, up hold yourself, you can’t peril. You held me up, I was told i could live up. Bee sting inside, capsule can’t make you bright. California can’t solve you, I can’t solve you. I’m a piece of you that could fall off, at any point. Why don’t you want to, why don’t you want
Sammy was a girl that she was shy. She had her group of friends that she trusted and said everything. But in the school was a girl that she was mean and thinks she can judge everyone. One night Sammy was about to sleep but in a moment to another she was restless. Because she gets scar and she didn’t even know. She saw an ugly monster, she was cold she was like a cold corpse. Sammy says“ It’s nothing, go to sleep”. But she hears a voice telling her“You know that’s not true”. When she hears that, she starts shaking like a little Chihuahua.
There’s a lot that could be said to convince you that renting apartments in Oakland would be one of the best decisions of your life. Maybe you’d be interested in the fact that Oakland is a smart city; it’s one of the top cities when counting residents with bachelor’s degrees. Maybe you’d be intrigued by the fact that Oakland is known for its ethnic diversity, as well as its sustainability practices. Many more facts could be spewed at you, and they’d all add up to one thing—Oakland is an awesome, hip place to live.
I sit here waiting, waiting for the day for the I can be free. Free from work, free from these awful people, free from everything. I wish I could just settle down at my own place where I can grow my own food, farm my own land, be my own boss. I already dont have to worry about Lennie getting in any trouble. I guess I'm halfway there. It could just be me on my own, on a little farm, with some chickens, maybe some pigs or a cow. I can grow my own food. I know how to cook, I’m not too bad. I can teach myself some things. I can even go into town every saturday and trade in some of my things. While I'm there I can visit Lennie's grave, maybe bring him some pretty flowers. Oh I'm sure he would like that. I really do miss that sun of a gun.
The story I collected, entitled “Goatman,” was recounted by a nineteen year old male sophomore at the University. The person who told the story is a white male whose father is an engineer and mother stays at home. After I inquired if he knew of any local urban legends, he first told the story of Hell House; and as we both live in Ellicott City and have never actually seen this mysterious building, we decided to pay it a visit. It was a foggy night on March 21st during our school’s spring break as we slowly cruised through the back roads near the Howard and Baltimore county line. When he told me the story before we left I was not particularly nervous; however, the eerie settings added a hint of fear into the air. Unfortunately, after a long search, we were unable to locate the house and decided to return home. On our trip back he recounted another story that he had heard from a friend a few months ago, which I thought was even more exciting. The urban legend is known as “Goatman” and took place in northern Prince George’s County, the same county that University is located in:
In the summer of 2015, the summer before my freshman year, my grandmother and I took a trip to the other side of the country. I had never been anywhere west of Tennessee before, so going to California was going to be an exciting experience. My vacation there was like going to a whole other country. The morning of our flight I double checked my bags and made sure I had everything I would need for my trip. Flying into Fresno everything I saw was brown, except for the golf courses. The reason for everything being so brown was because during this time California was in a 5-year drought. Also being in the central valley it’s sandy and desert like. After landing and getting our luggage we stood outside waiting for my uncle to pick us up from the airport. When you think of California you think of perfect weather but stepping outside we were met with 115 degrees of the blazing hot sun. Not exactly what I consider “perfect” weather.
“[I] have a wife as miserable as [myself], [we] are so miserly that [we] conspire to cheat on eachother.” (Irving 1).
The second line is how when the you’re upset the rain is often very soothing. There’s another line that perfectly describes how it feels to need someone.
In Valdez Valdez’ article “Envisioning California”, he mentions the term Cultural Fusion, the idea that when a new group migrates into an area the existing and new culture will eventually mesh together and create a new unique culture that has elements of its parents. Cultural fusion isn’t a complete assimilation of cultures, it is a gradual change. This change is as simple as eating the new group’s food, using their words and slang, and just interacting with them. Valdez argues that this is the eventual culture of the 21st Century, a melting pot. He mentions Cultural Fusion in his article “Envisioning California” to describe how California’s culture came to be.
Lack of proper clean air standards results in spending on medical care which pushes it above the average compared to other states. Public insurers spent the highest and it is envisaged that this may push the medical insurance high making it hard to access healthcare.
Life isn't fair, it isn't kind, nor just. In my opinion, many people don't get what they deserve and many people don't deserve what they get. Like me, I don't deserve to be rotting in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit but here I am. Wasting away, never to have a happy thought again. I'm only twenty and been here since I was 18, I had only been out of school 3 months before I was thrown in here. Sometimes I wish I had died, it's better than living here. I had no trial, no nothing they just assumed I did it and threw me in here to die. I may not notice everything, but I know something is going on. Almost every day some Aurors march past my cell and are taking someone with them. Then 2 days later they come back and return the person and they take someone else and the pattern continues. I have noticed that judging by their steps they go to the far back and are working their way towards the door. My cell is right in front of the door so, whatever they're doing I will be the last to know. Almost everyone comes back except Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were never brought back. They weren't here long anyway.
When I stepped out of the car for Cross Country Camp, I couldn't tell if I actually wanted to be there. I had been looking forward to this event for months, but part of me still wanted to hop back in my van and go home. At home there wasn't anything to prove, and I didn't feel like people were watching me everywhere I went.
The Last Days of California is a coming of age novel about a family on a road trip to California so they can be the last ones to be raptured before the apocalypse. It’s a cool idea for a story, and Mary Miller makes it seem like a plausible thing the characters to do. However, the novel falls short trying to juggle the characters and their intentions, as well as oddly pacing the novel over four days.
Cali is a freshman in high school, she is 15 and gets bullied and picked on everyday. She’s nice and never talks that much but other kids think she’s weird at school. Some students who sit behind her in class, like to pull hair, shove her in the hallway, and say mean things about her. They start rumors that aren’t true. No one is nice to her and she doesn't really have any friends.
Growing up in a diverse neighborhood in California laid the foundation for who I would become. It had also built my views to an extent, expanding by the events that would occur in my life. I was able to witness a number of different unique cultures and customs within. Whether these experiences came from my school to those I meet at church, my appreciation, and effort to stand out in society grew.
Waking up everyday to see four, sometimes even five, cop cars driving down my street. The sound of sirens always grew loud as they’d pass by and the lights would peer through my window. As a child, I never understood why the cops were down my street every day. I lived in the south side of Sacramento, California the community there had altered my way of living. My parents coached me that even though things were as they were I should still act as though the matter at hand was important, and that I should care. As I have gotten older I realize that it's my family and others around me that I love me had educated me to respected other