Mischievous Kathy Mischievous-maliciously or playfully annoying, that is the definition of mischievous according to dictionary.com, that is the word that defines Kathy, my sister perfectly. You do not know how much trouble a 5-year old can cause! From ruining a campout to destroying a birthday, Kathy does it all! She likes sneaking away things, thinks everything is for her, and cries until she gets what she wants. My little sister, Kathy is very mischievous. She is always causing trouble, for example thinking everyone’s food is hers, once my family was in charge of the kids’ snacks at the Chinese School Campout Group, where we went to Big Bear with 10 other families and somebody was in charge of every meal. We bought loads of snacks at the store! Cheetos, Ruffles, Roasted Seaweed...you name it! Until a box of gummy bears caught my sister’s eye. We didn’t mind when she bought it, we were sure all kids would love it. But, on the car she insisted having the package of gummies (opened by us) to be right next her. Bad idea! By the time we got to the campout five hours later, the gummy bears were all gone. I didn’t know where they were and I hoped the kids at the Campout weren’t upset, it was fine until my mom asked,”Where are …show more content…
For example, when the day of my 8th birthday had arrived, how eager I had been ! For hours, I had waited for my cake and my birthday. Finally, I looked at the shining candles and got ready to blow. Suddenly, I realized Kathy had already blown them! My mom had to relight the candles but, when I blew them it wasn’t the same at all! My sister just gave me a sneaky smile and I suddenly realized the best part of the cake that was meant for me, I snatched it back, but soon discovered the ice cream part was gone and there only was one piece of vanilla crust that I didn’t like. My mom told me not to waste so I ate it, Kathy just looked up at me innocently, no trace of guiltiness was in her
The Municipal Gum by Oodgeroo Noonuccal portrays the miserable, hopeless and despondent living conditions of the Aboriginal people. It expresses the feelings of the Indigenous people who are deprived and displaced from their native culture and native land by the white people. The general theme and the ideas addressed in this poem includes raising awareness of the tremendous discrimination and prejudice by white Australians against the aboriginal people. The discrimination is developed strongly within the content of the poem, with some imageries holding powerful messages and meanings. It can therefore be seen that the poem is about the tremendous discrimination by the white Australians towards the aboriginal people.
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The situation that I have thought of is, when I was on the jury for juveniles who committed first offenses. While I was listening to the lawyers depend these kids, I looked on the list and saw a familiar name. The name was a person I went to kindergarten with. She was being convicted of shoplifting. I could not believe it. All the thoughts of that soft, kind-hearted person went out the window. My behaviors were changed by the environmental influences. My thoughts were overcome with coldness. I felt that she choose her situation. Somewhere along she became part of the wrong crowd and never changed her situation. I also think that the situation changed what I thought of her.
Growing up with a father who blamed me for the death of his wife which of course broke through any happiness, care or love he felt for me his own son. My house was always filled with dark gloomy colors and we never really had guests over at all. My father was a mystery most people but in his job he had power over people because they were frightened by his just by his presence. It was a very rare pleasure filled with fright when we spoke and I can only think of one time where I got a hint of positive feeling from him. It was a dark, rainy gloomy day and the house never held a promise for the future so I was constantly bored and decided to read some old books from my father’s dusty library. There I sat with a book in hand picking up any knowledge that I possibly could and he walked in and said to me “Montressor, you impress me with act of trying to do something useful”, I replied to him with the only thing I could ever say to him, yes sir. I can only remember the constant hate I would receive from him and it made me think that I would never please
Let’s start by talking about my youngest sister Charlie. Her personality is still forming but I can already see so much of it. Charlie turns two in November, exactly two months after my birthday. Charlie is full of spunk and always on the go. She absolutely loves animals and watching Shimmer & Shine (her favorite TV show). Charlie is most definitely my little princess and I know exactly where she gets her sass. For example, if she thinks you’re giving Austin or Cooper more attention than her, she will make
In 2009 Chimamanda Adichie gave a TED talk about the ‘danger of a single story’. A single story meaning, one thought or one example of a person becoming what we think about all people that fit that description, a stereotype if you will. In today’s America, I believe that we have all felt the wave of stereotypical views at some point or another. Adichie gives many relatable examples throughout her life of how she has been affected by the single story. Her story brings about an issue that all humans, from every inch of the earth, have come to understand on some level. A young child reading only foreign books, a domestic helper that she only perceived as poor. Her college roommates single story about Africans and her own formation of a single
My mother was always stuck watching and taking care of her younger siblings. Sometimes she would get in trouble for not making sure they stayed out of trouble. Not having her own privacy was common for her, since they lived in a...
I felt completely different about my life and the way I was living it. I wanted to flip my life around at the very moment and knew I couldn’t do it right then and there that it was going to take time and effort. I spoke to my mom the next day and I told her everything I realized and I apologized for being the way I was and making all the immature decisions I was at the moment. My aftermath motivated me to become the person I am today and live my life making better decisions for myself.
I stared at the blinking cursor, unbelieving at what I had just done. I was indeed done; done with a paper I agonized over for 6 hours. The paper was due in a scant 4 hours and I had all week to do it. The radio had stopped working because my brother got on the Internet and thus cut off my connection. That was the least of my problems working on this paper. I got it done, though. My life changed with one trip of a teacher to the chalkboard and one phrase, narrative essay. God, I hate narrative essays.
Smack, smack, POP! “Put that gum away!” the teacher screamed. That is not what should be happening in schools. In many schools you will get a detention or get in big trouble for chewing gum in class but isn’t it ironic that colleges allow gum when your elementary, middle, and high schools don’t allow it? Gum is supposed to be helpful and should be allowed in schools because it helps you with your memory, it’s good for helping you pay attention, and it improves your test performance/scores.
Your mouth is the doorway into your body. Clean teeth and healthy gums help you to ensure a healthy life. Your mouth connected to the rest of your body and reflects the health conditions of your body too.
Jodie Williams stated she never had any issues with her sister watching her kids, but she does have anger management problems.
When they finally reach that point, they realize they have gone too far. (Kolari, 2009). They act this way to find out how much power you’re willing to give them, with their ultimate goal of finding out the point where you will no longer tolerate their acting out/behaviour. After noticing this happening a couple of times, I’ve implemented and went over house-hold rules with Anna. To be an effective and connected parent to her, I followed the parenting technique that holds two parts; the first step is to connect and strengthen the attachment with Anna, and the next one is to let my child know what’s okay and what isn’t, and that there are consequences for negative behaviours. (Kolari, 2009). I made a chart with the list of chores for everyone in the house, and when they are done, it has to be checked off on the list. I give Anna allowance ranging from 0 to nine dollars based on the work completed to encourage this behaviour. By doing this, I’m teaching her that she has responsibilities that has to be fulfilled and that there are consequences when things are not fulfilled and completed to the
Even though I clearly remember all the sanity me and my little family went through. I never wanted them to know their mother just up and disappear on them. I took a deep breath and was about ready to tell them the whole truth. They already knew too much. But right before I could speak, I became suddenly unspoken-less. They gave me this look, not a look of sadness, more like a look of pride and honor. They both huddle close to me and gave me a hug. The words that came from their mouths next. I 'll never forget
The most important event in my life, didn’t even happen to myself, but happened to my older sister, Becky. The reason I am writing about her is because the things that have happened to her and the things she has done in the past have affected me tremendously as well as my family. Her life used to be filled with nothing else but drugs, stealing, and lying. My family has never been the same since then.