Epilogue - The Child (Rebecca) Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….. Rolling over in annoyance, I flop a pillow over my head as the humming of the AC unit reverberates along the walls. I let out a long sigh of exasperation.
“Oh for Christ’s sake, won’t the air conditioner shut up?” I mutter under my breath.
I turn to the clock next to my bed. 6 AM. Way too early for any sane person to be awake. Wishing for the humming to culminate, I try to fall back asleep. It’s no use. The noise continues. I groggily roll out of my bed and make my way to the garage, opening the fine oak door of my bedroom. The door opens with a soft creak. The room is pitch black, obviously. The humming of the AC unit is louder than before. Carefully walking down the stairs, I enter
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The door of the garage is ominously open. The liquid trail leads, zigzaggily, out the garage into the forest. As much as I hate it, something seems to compel me to follow. I trail the black ooze out of the garage and into the forest until I reach a puddle of the viscous black liquid. My mouth fills with bile as I peer down on a soft object in the middle of it with my phone light. A dead body. Or at least it seems that way. It looks like a young child with mousy brown hair. He’s lying on his side, crimson blood leaking from his stomach slowly down onto the darkness. It seems to eat the blood up like a tasty meal. I’m not sure if he’s dead or …show more content…
“GET GOING RICHARD! I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR DAMN FACE AGAIN!” The door slams once again. Thoroughly confused, I walk back to the car and get in, starting it up and exiting the driveway. How was she able to make herself sound like she was coming from the forest? Probably something she learned so she could mess with me. I put the thought to rest and drive down the road. The soft bumping of the car itself is soothing, putting me at ease. The radio drones on monotonously as the car continues to put put down the road. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a lady steps out in front of the truck, seemingly unknowingly. I slam on the breaks and push down hard on the horn. The lady looks up. Sort of dazed and oblivious, she keeps going. My car screeches to a halt in front of her and her eyes widen with confusion. There seems to be something, or perhaps, someone, in her arms. I open the car slowly and
In Unequal Childhoods: Class, Race, and Family Life, Annette Lareau discussed the extensive amount of research she conducted employing observational and interview techniques. She collected data on the middle class, working class, and poor families. She was trying to understand the impact of a child’s early parental guidance on the child’s life. She was able to conduct this research with 12 families, all of whom had fourth graders. She gathered enough information to conclude the major differences in the parenting styles of each type of family, which was directly correlated to socioeconomic status. Annette Lareau opens her book with two chapters to give the reader an idea on what the examples she gives will detail.
able to call for help. She then walks back outside controlled by a strange force and going with
monologue tells us, "In case of an accident anyone seeing her dead on the highway would
Beyond genetics, parents have an extremely significant impact on the emotional, moral, and social development of their children. This is understandable, as many children interact solely with their parents until they reach school-age. Parents have the ability to determine a child’s temperament, their social abilities, how well-behaved or in control of their emotions they are, how mature and ambitious the child will be, and so forth. (Sharpe) Furthermore, parents have both ideals for their children as well as ideals for themselves, and how they raise their children is deeply influenced by this.
In the autobiography The Kid Stays in the Picture: A Memorial Life by Evans, Robert, he tells the story in a marvelous and encouraging way. As a Child Robert speaks to parents in a straight, common sense way that avoids the usual moments, and humor that helps his parents recognize their strengths; and rethink their responsibilities, and concentrate on strategies. As life in schools grows steadily more complex, the pressure of rising demands affects the morale and performance of teachers that he had leaders that he looked up to, even in top schools in the country.“The curtains are telling you that this is a manufactured reality”(18) The need to rekindle commitment had never been greater; Robert was never approved for a particular set of school that exhort audiences embrace change. He was motivated to concentrate on the real people had and real organizations for the people. His programs focus on the needs of the students and tries to meet those expectations of the students; he also works with them to make them meet
Rodriguez tells a story of his childhood, which appeals to those families in today’s world that struggle
Childhood can be seen as a social status with multiple meanings and expectations attached to it without a clearly defined end or beginning (Montgomery 2009), This essay will introduce different sociological perspectives on what childhood is since childhood is not universal rather is it mobile and shifting this means children experience various childhoods there are local and global variations(Waller 2009), a Childs experience can be influenced by their gender, ethnicity, culture and social class which this essay will expand on. The essay will then move forward to focusing on childhood in local and global countries to investigate the differences they have among each other lastly the essay will go onto ways an professional can help acknowledge all children diversity and create an inclusive environment regardless of their differences (Penn 2008).inclusion provides support to all children so that their experiences in an educational; setting encourages them to be as involved and independent as possible as well as help them understand the differences among their class mates
At this point we could tell there was still occupents inside of the vehicle. At this point we put on the the hazards and get to the vehicle as soon as possible. Hixson, Creager and myself exitted Negrons car and made our way to the totaled vehicle to check the statues of the occupants and find a way to get them out as safely and as fast possible. Hixson dirrected to the passanger side of the vehicle and started trying asking if the older gentlement was okay, while trying to find a way in. Creager and myself dirrected to the driver side of the vehicle. Creager started working on the door trying to open it up while myself started tending to the driver of the vehicle. I started to ask him simple question to test his situational awarness of the accident and to see where he could be injuried and if
It is incredible to understand how the way someone was nurtured as a child could have such an effect on there adulthood. I personally believe that the events that occurred in my early childhood were stepping stones to defined me as the person I am today.
The alarm wasn't stopping, and the insistent beeping had started rattling around the inside of your skull in a rather unbearably obnoxious way.
Startled by the drivers abrupt stop, Kathleen is flung forward close to the driver’s face, and Bowen
I approach the sign and it states “Tacoma ahead beware of flesh eaters.” I look at my wife as I drive past the sign. I tell my wife that she should rest and that she shouldn't worry. She leans her seat back and closes her eyes.
She didn’t think, she just jolted into the metal with enough force to derail the corner closest to the parked car and wiggle through the hole she created into the outside world. Dashing as if her life depended on her speed, Missy raced away from the monster and its resting place. She barely noticed the bitter wind and rain, but glanced behind her to check if the horror would give chase. Tentatively slowing, stopping, and focusing on her new entrance to the garage, Missy waited.
Please stop your car. I just want to check your car. J: Catch me if you can. ---