Throughout my short lived life to this point, money has always fluctuated grotesquely. With that being said, regardless of my economic situation, the trauma of living paycheck to paycheck stays true. I can remember the slight buzz of fluorescent lights, the smell of stale bread, even the pesky sound of a rogue fly. This is where I go once weekly. The room in question is the food bank. 2010, a seemingly standard year, no bad wars or acts of terrorism; yet for me, this was the year that my once suburban, white picket life, went to hell. These types of memories are sort of hard to recollect fully due to the trauma response of mentally blocking out moments, but this year stuck with me in full. The morning sun slithering through the pale, white …show more content…
I could finally wrap my head around the fact that sometimes bad shit just happens to people and it doesn't make one less sense. Even though I ceased to have the newest clothes or a nice home, I realized that I was the same as other kids and had to keep going in life. This is where my ideal of working hard comes into play. With a few years passing, my mother found her, now current, boyfriend that helped us get back on our feet. In a matter of months, we had a two story home to live in, I had a new phone, and we finally had the means to shop at a normal supermarket. With this newly found wealth, I found myself reminiscing on our old house prior to getting sold and how the universe set everything back to normal for us. These drastic changes made me promise something to myself, I was never going to let me or my family be dirt poor again, never. And so, I started working hard to raise money for me and my mom for savings and backups, hopefully to never let us falter like I had to live growing up. I obtained a job and learned how to do piercings and tattoos, so I would always have a source of income, even if small. Truly, my personal belief is that the world works in mysterious ways and there will always be a reason for anything happening, nothing is a
When my father lost his job, our family lost many of the comforts that we once took for granted due to a reduced income. Money became a very large issue and with it came many limitations on wants and desires that were so accessible before my father lost his job. Furthermore, the loss of his job brought about immense shame for my father. Yet, rather than become embarrassed over my father losing his job and sad due to the fact that I could no longer have as many material possessions, I came to accept the different lifestyle. By letting go and accepting, the room was made for new experiences, joys, understandings, and lessons.
I’m running as fast as I can to set the last fire for the trap. I’m beginning to think that I might have a chance of winning the Hunger Games. If this strategy works and kills all or most of the career tributes then this game will be a lot easier to win. I am so glad that I have Katniss as an ally. I miss my family back in district 11 even though it was tough living there I still had a lot of fun with my family. I know I’m safe when I’m with my family and Katniss really gave me that feeling; the feeling of being at home with my family. She makes me feel stronger and less lonely. She helps me escape from the thought of dying in this arena but slowly the thought fades away and I start to feel afraid again. I remember that this is the Hunger Games, not just a random TV show. There is only one winner and it’s either I kill Katniss or she kills me, but I would rather her kill me. She has to take care of so much like her family in district 12. If we had a choice I would let her kill me. I thought to myself, what if I get killed before I even reach the place where I set the fire? What if I get… and before I could even finish what I was thinking my legs were caught in a knot I believe was made out of rope and then a net came down and trapped me. I fall to the ground. I could feel my heart beating as fast as hummingbird’s wings flapping from flower to flower. I tried to call for help but no one answered; I felt so stupid knowing that we were all in a competition when we kill each other to win and I’m asking for help. As the moon passes by I just think about all the happy times I’ve spent with my family and the time I’ve had with Katniss. I laugh and cry while thinking about everything. It seemed like it was just yesterday when I was harves...
I spent the next few years stuck in a dismal abyss waiting for something to change. Then something did. I was finally old enough to get a job asking people if they wanted fries with their order. I made just enough money to purchase my own medication and the little that I had left over I spent buying books. For the first time in a long time my mind was quiet and I was able to focus. I was starting to enjoy quiet time reading books. I started with the books I avoided from elementary school and eventually worked my way up. My vocabulary was slowly growing
I took the food bank users through the pantry, showing them what there was, and how much of it they could take, and then logging it into the system. This food bank is a subdivision of the student federation of University of Ottawa, and anyone affiliated with the university has access to it. Professors, students, support and alumni staff all have access to this service. They serve approximately 200 people per month, with this number rising yearly. Close to 50% of the clients that come in to the food bank have dependants living with them.
Chill dudette dude! I think you're looking for an excuse to feel butt hurt over some perceived social injustice. I still have to disagree with your interpretation of the other comment that offended you. The comment before that hoping Shkreli would be raped daily forever didn't offend you? A man being forcibly sodomized is ok but a gay person being raped is offensive? Whatever. I think the other comment was making fun of the fact that if he was gay getting a daily infusion while in prison would be something Shkreli enjoyed. He was disputing the notion of rape. You can liken it to some 'unfortunate' scenario where I was sexually assaulted by Daniela Lopez Osorio
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
Malala Yousafzai once stated, “I raise up my voice–not so that I can shout, but so those without a voice can be heard.” This philosophy is one that I have always modelled my life after. However, it was not until my freshman year of high school that I truly began affiliating myself with the causes of human rights and social justice. It may sound a bit absurd, but the most prominent force that caused me to become more concerned with the pursuit of justice has been the internet. Due to its vast amounts of information, I am now an active feminist and an all around supporter of human rights. I constantly seek to further my awareness on such issues, taking care to learn and expand on my knowledge of the inequities of the world. Once I opened
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
Life is very delicate and at any moment it can be lost. My family learned the hard way of how it feels to lose a loved one at an early age. Eight years ago, my family was going through a crisis. My mom was in the hospital with Tim and my dad was working in New Jersey, so I hardly ever saw my parents during that time. We were struggling with money as my dad just had a heart attack and the hospital expenses of treating cancer were not cheap at all. Times could not have been worse, but the PiggyBack Foundation stepped in and gave us comfort and love when we needed it most. Our family was one of the first PiggyBack family’s and they were with us during and after Tim passed away. I am honored to carry on The Celebration of Life by honoring
financially, due to my father falling ill and as a kid I didn’t understand finances or the struggles
As an African American woman, I have lived and worked in underserved communities and have experienced personally, the social and economic injustices grieved by underserved communities and the working poor. All of which, has increased my desires to work with such populations. A reserved person by nature, I have exposed an inner voice that I was oblivious to. I have expressed my inner voice to those living in underserved communities, who are seeking social and economic stability. I have come to classify and value the strength I have developed by the need, to survive in an underserved community. I use these as my continuous struggle against the social and economic injustices that I have experienced, as a product of an underserved community and as an African American woman. I have continued my struggle to overcome the barriers from my upbringing in an underserved community.
In my mind’s eye, I imagined the Red Cross Clinic to be an immaculate and pristine building filled with the hum of machinery and plenty of strangers. However, I could not have been more wrong. The cozy atmosphere, though, did nothing to calm my nerves. Once I introduced myself to a nurse, I realized that there would be no doubt that my lack of people-skills would be obvious to anyone. My goal to speak up with confidence to more people for 48 hours had already began to seem like an experience I would deplore. An hour later, the desire to stay hidden or buried within my book arose. But every time I stole another glance at my book, I remembered why I had resolved to speak up more. There had been too many lost chances and opportunities for
Heartbreak and Hardships: A Look Into Women Subjected By Hunger On the lengthy path of life it is inevitable that you will come across struggle. The novel Les Miserables by Victor Hugo was written during the French Revolution which created struggles for men, women, and children. During these times women were subjected into prostitution due to one simple fact; they needed money to live. Among this large group of women, there is a woman named Fantine.
My first volunteer opportunity was when I was in high school , for a nonprofit organization called UPLIFT which stands for Urban People Living in Faith and Trust. This organization focuses on providing after-school tutoring and life skills training to low income children living in San Diego. While participating in UPLIFT, I have learned how to build my communication skills as well as how to develop positive relationships. My duties included organizing field trips, help with filing, computer input, and making phone calls. During the summer I assisted in a two-week summer program where I helped plan and carry activities for inner city kids. Since the age of eighteen, I been employed at Double Tree by Hilton Downtown where I am a server. My duties
Still, I have a handful of pleasant memories to call on. My family has always had a difficult time with money. As a child I couldn’t comprehend how we got into such a deep debt but it got even worse after two family members passed in succession. My grandmother and great-grandmother on my father’s side had given us a large home. We lived together from the time that I was born to just around my tenth birthday.