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My father decided he wanted to drive and judge a debate tournament my freshman year. This was his second time doing judging and driving. It was Public Forum, LD, parliamentary state qualifiers in Oceanside. My father finished judging and wanted to leave. My partner Holley Parsons and I were watching a speech round. I was marked down for texting. My father came in and removed me, my parent and another girl by the name of Jade Hovel from the room. He was angry and called me a stupid ignorant whore and we started going home. He continues to yell and ended up swerving off the road to hit me. That night I was not allowed to go back to my grandmas. He slammed me into the wall in the hallway. The next day Holley and Jade reported my father and as …show more content…
I was around five years old. He dunked her youngest son Hunter underwater for an extended period of time and threw me into a floating object in the pool head first. My mouth bled from it. Celeste’s oldest son Taylor stopped coming over after this incident.
When I was really young my cousin Zach would dunk me under water in our pool My father got angry about it and dunked my cousin under until my aunt started screaming and slapped his back. My father threw my aunt into the pool and stormed off.
I got a friend to come over by sixth grade. She called my father’s girlfriend a prostitute and didn’t like coming over. One day my dad made us make him tacos. While frying tortillas in oil my dad came in angry and took over as it started popping. Some of the oil popped onto his stomach and he threw the pan on the floor next to Bridgette. She cried and ran out. I had to clean up this oil after.
My father lowered my self-image, he made me sit outside in the sun for hours to burn off zits. He would make me scrub my face with scrub side of sponge and would pop my zits. I have been called a whore, a skank, slit, stupid, ignorant, spaz, crazy, psycho and a communist on a daily
Topic: Addiction to social media General Purpose: To persuade Specific purpose: To persuade my audience that social media is hurting us mentally and our social lives. Thesis: Social media can cause serious problems to you and your health, so we need to put addiction to social media to rest. I. Introduction A. Attention-getter: The ages of 55 and 64 year olds who use social media fell “worried or uncomfortable” when they can’t access any type of social media accounts (Wright, 2015).
A few months later my dad received a call saying that my Grandma was in the hospital. She had been forgetting to take her medicine and she had attacked my Grandpa. She did not hurt him though. I never thought that, it would ever happen. We went to visit her a couple weeks later. She was so embarrassed that she was in the hospital for that. Finally, after about a month, she came home happier than ever.
Four-wheeler riding with a part of my family, I realized how crazy my dad could be. Leaving the others behind, my cousin Brittany and I hurried through the woods trying to compete with my dad. When I finally caught up with my dad, my four wheeler came to a complete stop. My dad instructed me to let my cousin drive my four-wheeler and ride with him. When I climbed onto the four-wheeler with my dad, we waited for my mom and sister to catch up. Then we raced through the mud with my mom and sister trailing us, my dad stopped and did doughnuts in the mud getting mud all over
I realized that these two incidents were monumental factors that affected my life forever. As an adult and throughout relationships with men I realize that I am belligerent when to talk to them at times, I’m ruthless at getting what I want from them, I am selfish at times, I am vain, and I am thoughtless of their feelings, thoughts, and needs if it didn’t suit my wants and needs. Ironically, these are the same negative adjectives that I have just stated about my father. I’ve said for years that I am nothing like him, but I treated men with no respect at times that didn’t meet my
YOU MADE IT! Well not to senior year yet, but you are a junior now and you managed to have honorable grades throughout high school. As a junior currently you have an outstanding friend group, an eye for art, and most important a delightful personality. Since you have only have two short years of middle school before high school, I want to give you some useful advice.
Have you ever had a dream where you’re running from person to person begging for help but each either ignores you or pulls away? Have any of you had this happen in real life? I can think of a few minor accounts. Like if my sister uses my memory card and never gives it back, and I need it the next day. If I ask her to help she gives me a look like “you’re the biggest idiot in the world.” I really hate that look. So I start to yell and scream. Which takes a bit before she gets off her butt and helps. I feel that the dumbfounded look and not caring is what Colin Wilson was saying. I’m going to be talking about what I think this quote means. How it applies to the world, and then the non-average people in the world.
“You’re fat, ugly, stupid and I’m going to cut your face up. If anyone takes a second look at you it’s because you’re so F---ing disfigured. You’re not even a whole woman anymore, no one will ever want you!” The beatings began just after we married. After 14 years of beatings, one night I woke up the girls. We left and never went back. In high school I allowed a teacher to cause me to feel so ashamed about being pregnant my senior year, I dropped out with a full scholarship to college. I gave it up because the first time I felt my baby move inside me I knew I couldn’t leave her. She felt like bubbles. I was given a choice by my mom. Go to college or get out and marry the baby’s dad. I blame no one but myself for the decisions I’ve made. My
We were going to visit my grandmother who was deprived of seeing us for quite some time. I remember feeling like utter garbage because of a massive test coming up. I was irritated beyond comprehension because my parents were taking up the only day I had to study before the test day. The combination of anger and stress was actually starting to make me feel a bit ill, but it seemed like my parents didn’t care. Before long, we arrived at our destination, and we were quickly invited in. We all were perched on the couch before too long. My brother was on a tirade about something and my grandmother was paying close attention to what he was spouting, even though she knew it was silly and made no sense. My parents had left to grab something for us to devour in the nearby town around an hour later. I was sitting in the farthest corner of the room from everyone. At this point, I had given up on studying for the test. I figured, “It's my parent’s fault if I fail the test. How am I going to pass this if I can’t even study for
I remember when I was only fifteen my old father struck me in the face
When someone asks you what you love the answers will most likely roll off your tongue. You love long car rides, mixtapes, tattoos. You love reading , your bestfriend, your mom, dad, sister, your dog. But how long will you go until you say yourself.//
My father was a walking time bomb. Sometimes you would be able to tell when he was going to explode,but most of the time you had no clue;what would set his bomb off, it could be a small minor thing that he would take way out of context. When I disobeyed my father or even talked back there were serious consequences. For example I was about fifteen years old. My father was sitting on the couch I was in the kitchen cooking dinner...
water gun and a teacher back in grade four. What had happened was that I
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When my dad was eighteen years old he went into the military, and was stationed overseas in Europe. One night, after having a few drinks with his friends and his commanding officer, he had to drive his commanding officer back to the base because he was not in a fit state to drive. It was late at night, very dark, and my dad didn’t really know where he was going. This resulted in my dad driving, and his commanding officer giving him directions. My dad was not 100% confident in his directions, but it was his commanding officer and you do what they say to do, when they say to do it. The man gave him a wrong direction, and it ended with them both toppling over a cliff and flipping the vehicle multiple times. Initially my Dad only
After he beat up my brother Sol, my father ordered Jake to leave until he cooled off, the first time he had ever intervened. But Jake called my father's bluff; he disappeared for two weeks. This pattern of violence, abusiveness, drinking and disappearing escalated throughout the summer. After one particularly violent outburst, I finally tried to show my parents that by refusing to deal with Jake's illness, they were hurting Sol and me. I staged a suicide attempt with sugar pills I had placed in an aspirin bottle.