When I was at school one day eating lunch with some of my friends as we walked around the school campus. The bell had rung for the next period, when I was walking to my class, I stepped in gum that someone had dropped on the ground. I had to clean it off my shoes, however it was stunk to my shoes like glue. So I went to my last period class and my teacher asked me what happened and I told her that I stepped in gum, So she let me go to the bathroom but i couldn’t remove the gum from my shoes. Then when I went home, I told my mom, that I stepped in gum. My mom had said she would get me new shoes but she didn’t. Then when I went to school the next day I stepped in more gum again further damaging my shoes. I had to tell my mom again that I stepped
in more gum, so she decided to take me to the store to pick out a new pair of shoes, which were better than my old ones. But when we went to the store, They didn’t have my shoe size. So then the next day we went to the same store to get me my new shoes.
When I learned that I would have to do my ethnographic report on what I did during Halloween, I was worried because I live in Turnpike and the most excitement that happens in turnpike is the sound of the garbage truck when it comes to pick up the Wednesday trash. Fortunately something did happen to me and I realized I would not have to write a boring paper of how I woke up and just stayed in my room the whole day. Well the day started off with me waking up and walking to the bathroom to take a shower, as soon as the turned the water on I realized I had left my shower and rather than turning off my shower I stayed in because the warmth of the hot water was too seductive for me to get out and get my towel. In the shower I had my usual thoughts about life, death, and comebacks to old arguments. Afterword I got out of my shower and reached for my toothbrush, which was located in a cupboard behind the toilet, but I grabbed at it too quickly and it fell in the toilet. I stood over my toilet for about five minutes just staring at my toothbrush in the toilet not believing what just happened, after that I started blaming myself for being too impatient. When I was done feeling sorry for myself I went into my room in search of another toothbrush but unluckily I couldn’t find one, so I had to go walk to the local store at around 7:30 in search of a toothbrush. While searching for a replacement toothbrush I realized that not that many people were in the store, I had always thought that stores were busiest in the morning and evening but apparently that’s not true. Once I got my new toothbrush I finished brushing, got dressed and went to catch the 11 to the Transit Center.
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
As a little girl, I was always known as the child who gets hurt almost all the time. I could never escape an injury even if my life depended on it. There was one incident that occurred that my parents and I still disagree on till this day. It all started one day when my brother and I were playing in our room after a long day at our uncle’s house for a family gathering. After playing for a while, my brother and I decided we both would like something sweet to eat, so we went to ask our mother for some ice cream. When our mother said we could get some, my brother and I jumped for joy and I went to retrieve the sweet substance. I was so excited about getting ice cream that I ran down the stairs to go get it. My journey down the stairs was not the easiest and ended in a lot of ...
The struggle of not being able to breathe properly, gasping for air while the fever inside was killing me little by little and my fragile self in the age of four did not know what was happening to me I was brain dead, more like clueless little kid almost having a near death experience of having a seizure that in the end it changed my life and the way I looked at it because God gave me another chance to actually prove to him that I can be someone in my life and grateful to be alive today knowing that I have family that actually loves me for who I am.
In grade 2 on the weekend I went to my friends house for a sleepover and we started playing with his little brother. We played a few games and nothing went wrong. Then we played a game where we were running away from his brother and he had to catch us. So we ran upstairs and into his room. We covered the door so he couldn’t get in, but eventually we let him in and he couldn’t get my friend so he went for me. When he finally got me he grabbed my legs and I fell and my head hit the corner of his bed and I was bleeding and screaming like crazy. So I ran down the stairs screaming my bloody head off. So hi mom drove me to the hospital and gave me ice: for my head. When we got the the hospital I was so scared I wasn’t even
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
It’s like having a veil over my eyes. I can’t focus on any one thing but instead my attention is drawn to many things at once. I notice passing conversations while walking down the halls of The Pine Hill clinic. I notice the ambience and the noise around me as I sit and watch football games on the TV. I’m never completely checked into what is in front of me, always walking with something nagging at the back of my head; the constant desire for something forbidden. I know what I’m here to accomplish but I don’t completely understand why I want to do this. These cloudy phases happen every couple hours as a symptom of my abstinence from alcohol. I’ve felt like the journey to overcome my addiction was mine and mine alone. I’d sit by myself in my
The day before my fifth birthday, Mother became ill. Now I know that it was because we did not have enough food. I remember she always ate last. We went to the local hospital but we were turned away because Father said the sign read 'local residents only.'
Throughout my own personal journey, the battle with addiction has been a struggle that I have had to confront head-on. It has taught me valuable lessons about the significance of having a strong support system in place, cultivating intentional and meaningful friendships, delving deep into the root causes of addiction, and ultimately surrendering to God. These insights have propelled me towards a path of healing, growth, and a newfound sense of identity in my faith. Addiction has shown me that it is not merely a physical or psychological dependency, but also a spiritual one, highlighting the importance of seeking a relationship with God. Which led me to embark on a path of healing, growth, and renewed identity in Christ.
much better, so you have to keep them close and near to you. A few weeks into summer Abi and I went over to Makenzie’s house to hang. We had not seen each other in a while so we sat and talked for awhile in Makenzie’s horse themed room. Little did we know what was going to happen later that day.
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.
“Dear Journal, I’m having a hard time writing because I’m weak. I have felt terrible the past couple of days to the point where I just wanted to cry myself to sleep every night and I do not understand why.” This is a journal entry I wrote on June 19, 2014. Growing up, I’ve always had the amazing family, friends, and a relationship with God, laughter was my medicine, and I loved being around people. I went to a Christian school all my life, I was always around the same faces, and I was comfortable in my environment.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.