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Molly Harding is an eighteen year old girl currently living in Memphis, Tennessee. She lives in a two story house in Germantown with her parents and her younger brother, Cooper. Molly is going to college overseas in the summer and has yet to apply for a passport and visa. On top of that, her class is going to Florida for their senior trip next week and she has to read some maps and brochures of local attractions before leaving on Monday. First, Molly must get her parents to sign the travel release form to go to on the trip to Tallahassee. After receiving the slip at school on Thursday, she forgot to have her parents sign it and bring it back on Friday. It’s now Saturday night and she definitely can’t go on the trip if her form isn’t in by Monday morning. As Molly was thinking about this, she ran downstairs …show more content…
to get her parents to sign the permission slip. Her parents carefully read through the form and signed all the necessary blank spaces needing their signature and ticked all the required boxes such as: “No, my child does not have any allergies”. Now that Molly has the form all ready to be turned in she will have to email it to the high school secretary. Before anything, she scans the slip on the printer and exports it to her computer. Without delay, she goes on the school website to get the secretary’s email. She clicks on “About”, then “Faculty”, then “Contact Us” and goes through the long reference list of the teachers emails. She scrolls down the list passing quite a few Johnson’s until she got to Jones and found “Mrs Jones, Judy (High School Secretary)”. Molly had always liked Mrs Jones so she felt bad for forgetting to get the form into school earlier. She apologised for the late turn in and attached the completed form to her outgoing email. Swoosh. Since Molly and her classmates were going to be leaving the day after tomorrow, all that was left for Molly to do was get informed on where they were going.
She pulled out some slightly crumpled brochures from her school bag, which she had picked up the day before, on her way home at the travel store. “Tallahassee in a Week” and “50 Things to do in Florida” read the bold prints of informative texts. She read through the pamphlets and the attached maps and proceeded to highlight some of the places she hoped she’d get to visit, or at least pass by, one being the Florida State University where her best friend Vicky would be attending. As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
on. After all her bags were unloaded, she pulled out the bus map that she’d printed off of Google Drive and followed the directions to her class bus 12-B. When she got there, her advisor checked her in and pointed Molly in the direction of Vicky, which she knew she’d be looking for. Before taking off towards Vicky, Molly turned and kissed her parents goodbye, “love you guys, and I’ll see you when I get back” she said as she finally hugged her brother Cooper. Her family waved her off as she ran to Vicky and greeted her with a bubbly smile, “this is going to be the best trip ever”!
The Arizona atmosphere was visibly different in both literal and nonliteral ways from Kentucky. Taylor’s lifestyle would have been drastically contrasting with how she thrived in her new home of Tucson. Apart from having a night and day experience at maternity, and getting a fresh start at life on her own, Taylor also met a new group of people who changed her in many ways. Lou Ann, who molded her into a better mother, Mattie, who helped her to overcome fears, Esperanza, though she spoke very little, managed to open Taylor’s eyes the horrors of a life she would never have to experience, and finally Turtle, who made Taylor realize what she loved most in life. Pittman, Kentucky did not have any of these individuals to teach the protagonist of this story.
Between study group, debate, and chess tournaments there wasn’t much of a social scene around Winchester University in Omaha, Nebraska. The school year at this college was year round, but the students were given a 30 day summer vacation in July. The majority of the students went back home to visit their families during this time. But as juniors at the University Charles, Fredrick, and Stanley, all childhood buddies, decided it was time for a change and that they needed a little more spice in their life. Realizing that they were almost twenty-one and had never breached their comfort zone, they knew a road trip was in store.
Most diaries from women on the westward journey show that they struggled with upholding their roles as wives and mothers, but they did the best they could under the circumstances. Most of their responsibilities were similar to those they had at home. Cooking cleaning, doing laundry, entertaining children etc. was women’s work, but these obligations were much more difficult being in the middle of nowhere. Women also had extra duties, such as packing up the wagon, making sure their children were with them, and taking on their husband’s role when he fell sick. It was common for children to be left behind amongst all the chaos, fall out of the wagon, or become struck with a disease. Mothers could only watch helplessly and had to continue with the journey if their child died. The diaries of Narcissa Whitman, Amelia Stewart Knight, and Jane Gould Tortillott all contain entries that suggest they were struggling with their roles as women, but were trying to make the best of it.
I slouch back in my blue canvas-folding chair. My legs are crossed neatly in front of me, making a sturdy table for my notebook. I positioned myself between two tan RVs they both are decorated in their own special ways. My back was facing the Stone building, which is right on the edge of campus. The RV on my right has a garnet flag hanging on the back window with FSU sewn on in gold letters. The RV to my left chose a white a flag with the Seminole emblem, it was hanging from the over hang. People honk as they pass. Strands of my hair blow softly across my face in the cool breeze, and getting into my eyes occasionally. There are so many questions race through my mind as stare at the crowd in front of me. Every Saturday as I walk by the thousands of parked cars I wonder why they are here. What compels these men and women who have real jobs and live in exciting cities to come back here and tailgate? So I sit amongst them, and try to understand them. They talk and eat all around me. We have some camaraderie, but we are different. Maybe because I can't imagine myself in their shoes ten years from now.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
Lew had memorized Molly’s schedule. He knew that Molly arrived home at 3:15 am and left again at 5:00 am. The creaking stairs alerted Lew to Molly’s comings and goings.
"Beginning with Gussie," Maxine Kumin's short story from the anthology Mother Journeys, has a central issue similar to that in Amy Tan's The Joy Luck Club: the need for transference of stories from mother to daughter. These two works have quite a few similarities, despite the fact that they are tales about very different cultural traditions. Is the cultural difference important? Or do these works reflect a universal truth about story-telling between mothers and daughters?
“Check your phone after school today because I will text you when I get there to pick you up!” Jimmy’s mother Theresa replied. During most of the school year, Jimmy takes the bus to school and back home from school but his mother was not working today, so she was available to pick him up at 3:30. Emerging from the kitchen into the doorway, Theresa waved to her son as he boarded the school bus.
We closed the trucks and trudged to each side of the two trucks. I dropped down in the seat and stared out the open door before sitting up to tug my blond, curly, noodle like hair into a tight ponytail. I slammed my door closed and slid my seatbelt around my body. I let the sound of silence crash down on me like waves. The silence broke as my dad slammed his door closed. I gave him a quick glance before turning to the window and staring at the large tan building. “You ready, kiddo?” I could basically hear the smile on his face as he spoke. “If we’re being honest here, no” I snickered. He pats my head and started the car. The car roared before falling
Sally Callahan is a 23 year-old Washington waitress who has to work six jobs to afford her one bedroom studio apartment that is four hours outside of the city, her $3,500 health insurance premium every month, and pay off her $78 million student loan that she had to take out when she attended a community college class for fifteen minutes during the Spring of 2014. Little did Sally know that these would be the least of her problems after she got arrested in connection with sharing privileged information.
Sandy, the curator, gave me a tour of the Milford Historical Society. I moved some needed books form one place to another in the Bryan-Down house. Also, I sorted through some biographies of the Ells family people. Sandy went over preliminaries for the Hartford Conference. Once Sandy left, Ardienne, soon to be the former president for the Milford Historical Society, and I picked out a costume for the education tours. I found out that for the first few education tours I will be watching what Ardienne does. I was told to arrive nine the morning for each school tour and one tour will be added for June tenth. The following day I went to the Hartford Conference.
The baby blue sky held a golden sun whose rays gave off the perfect amount of heat. It was a pretty nice day for the end of December. Who would’ve thought that day would be one I’d never forget? I was going through my day like every other 7th grader at JRG, when I was told my mom would pick me up at 2:15. Instantly, my brain filled with ideas as to why my mom would come get me early. Were we going up north? No, I was never told to pack -- they wouldn’t just spring that on me. Were we taking a trip to Milwaukee? No, again, they never told me to pack. Idea after idea flowed through my brain, but none of them made any sense. Finally, the clock hit 2:10 and I was released from class to get my stuff from my
Her mother only lived a few towns over, but the drive would give her a chance to collect herself and clear her head a bit. She turned on her radio; “Music always helps,” she thought. With the radio cranked and her windows down, Emily began to put this horrible mess that had somehow become her life in her rearview mirror.
The car waits outside along the driveway its engine purring and windows rolled up and horn hacking away. “All right, we’re coming you don’t have to wake the bloody neighborhood,” yelled out Wendy leading the way towards the red tinted window car covered in dents and muck. “Stupid, idiot,” braked Wendy even more perplexed as she glances up and down the drive takes a beeline towards Megan. “Did it ever occur to you to book this trip at night and not during the busiest time of the day,” express Wendy. Megan rolls her eyes, “It’s what I could squeeze out at the last minute,” she blurted back a little bit annoyed. “Then you are losing your touch little grass upper,” responded Wendy who for the first time showed some inkling of a smile. She took
Quiet as a mouse, the man opens Kristin’s bedroom door slightly-- just enough to where a crack of light passing. Anxiously, she jumps out of her sheets and sees her dad standing there. “I tried to call you, so you could get packed for the trip to Indiana.” While Kristin sits on her bed thinking about how tired she is, the rest of the family rapidly packs up their bags like they only had one minute until the house would explode. Kristin’s mom has always been there for her, but this time in her life, she would have to become an adult.