This year was a great year to go to work with my uncle. Last year he had tore a muscle in his leg and had to go and have surgery on it so he was not even going to work, so if he was not there we could not go there. My uncle has twin boys they are nine and one likes this kind if stuff, and the other one likes to read and other stuff. So it’s me and keegan today because connor is going to the flower shop my grandma owns. The reason my parents aren't taking me is Because my mom works as a helper for special needs and you need to be 18 or older. And my dad had past so my uncle is like my dad just not a full time dad he acts just like my dad. I woke up at like 4:30 and got ready, it was a early day. We got there after the 45 minute drive and a long car karako montage. And we also got to watch a marvel movie and I did not care that there was a long drive because I had wifi. So we had, wifi, movies,music and had a nice rode there and the ride back is a whole nother story. …show more content…
ANd about half way through by little cousin whispers to my uncle and said “dad I have to go to the bathroom.” And so a girl that was in the meeting room afford to take him and she did and about 10 minutes she comes back and goes I don't know what happened he’s gone. Well it turns out that he had gone the complete wrong way and ended up on the wrong side of the
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
demands that his uncle and his family leave his home. This is when his uncle reveals that he
Overall, I really enjoyed driving to LA and visiting the Griffith Observatory. It was so wonderful being about to see a show and feel like I was really traveling through time. I got to learn more about what 's beyond our universe. Seeing everything and listening to what the instructor was talking about our universe, made me think back about your astronomy class. Being able to understand and know what the instructor was talking about, it felt good knowing I 'm learning that in your class.
We woke up at 5:30am, we ate breakfast down in the lobby, and drove to the airport. When we got there it was
In 1984 Ronald Reagan was President of the United States. Prince’s song When Doves Cry was number one on the Top Hits chart. On a hot, summer night my mother goes into labor with her third child. At 12:18am on August 25, 1984 I was born to Aubrey and Betty Hall in a Dallas hospital. My mother chose to name me Heather after the Scottish Heather flower referencing our Scottish heritage. My father picked my middle name, Jane, after his favorite grandmother. I was born into a loving family consisting of a father, mother, sister, and brother. A few years later our family of five turns into a family of eight with the births of another sister and two more brothers. Three boys and three girls, we were practically the Brady Bunch. There has been so
My parents journey from Vietnam to America has impacted me emotionally through out the years by the stories they tell me. For them to say their aspiration was to come to America to have greater opportunities, for there family is breath taking. Without my parent’s journey and stories, my identity would be so plain and incomplete.
One day my mom told me that I was moving schools and of course I was not happy at all. So the whole moving school thing I wasn’t happy about,but the good thing about it was I would meet new kids and make new friends and my mom told me that their was two kids that didn’t like each other so I was kinda worried about that but I would be fine. So the next day I got up I was ready to step into a new school and meet new people,so when we got there I went to take a tour and met a kid named August and another kid named Jack they were going to show me around. So they showed me around the school and I was so excited because I got invited to August’s b-day party and it was really fun but August told me their was this kid that was mean to him and Jack, he also told me that he was going to be at the park this afternoon with his mom so we
The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
I made it to Big Lots, where Jonathan works, and I forced him to come outside and look at my car. Then we sat and talked for a while and I bragged about how I was going to my grandma’s house to eat a good home-cooked meal, while he would be forced to eat fast food again. When I left Big Lots, I still had a little time before church let out, so I drove back to Gray to the Dollar Store for some supplies for a Spanish class project I was doing that week. Finally I pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I noticed the door was closed. I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.”
We made our way back to the car and drove back to the beach house. We talked about different songs and jams the whole way home. We had a live Phish bootleg playing in the car and it was almost as if we never left the concert. I still have the ticket stub from that show and I look back on it as a great night of my life, hopefully with many more to come. Being with my friends at this event made it all the better and I couldn't imagine being at this concert without them. These memories are unmatched and priceless.
In the past couple years, I faced emotions of loneliness, worthlessness and even depression. I spent those years trying to figure out what was the cause of these serious emotions and one of the answers that I stumbled upon was when I finally talked to a therapist about dealing with my depression. The simple answer was the relationship with my family and the environment I was in; Figuring out what to do about it was the next giant leap. Throughout history, America has been known as an immigrant country that uses the phrase “The American Dream” over and over, but what is it really? “That dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.” (James Truslow
Many days aren’t too different from other people in high school. I wake up, wish for more sleep, go to class, learn, come home, do homework, sleep, repeat. Other days, I’m not so lucky. I call those days my dark days. The days where the darkness consumes the lightest parts of me, leaving only enough room for negativity. Take last month for example, when I relapsed after being okay for 6 months. I sobbed constantly, for reasons not even my mother could understand. I felt like the world was heavier and darker. I was straining under the weight of the monster again.
The first night, I got there at about 6:00, because we got lost on the way there. We had dinner then unpacked our bags into our room. We didn't go to the water park that night because it was too late. The next morning we went to the indoor water park and it was fun. There was an outdoor and indoor water park and they were both great, but I liked the indoor one better. The indoor water park had a mini drop slide, a toilet bowl slide, a few body slides, an electronic slide, and many tube slides that were all fun. I did all the slides. They were all interesting and different It was loud and humid in there, but I was OK with it. We stayed there till about 2:30, then went back to the hotel to get ready for volleyball.
It was late at night my mom was drunk, I kept thinking why are we in the car driving around? I keep debating with myself that it’s a little weird because mom never takes me out this late. Never mind that I’m excited I’m turning eight tomorrow and mommy said I’m a big girl now! After driving for a while sadly we finally stopped, it was her awful “friend” Daniels house. We walked up to the door and rang the bell, my heart stopped when they opened the door “hello April, we missed you so much”, it was his sons Adam and Eric. I can’t open my eyes, move my legs or whisper even one word, this wasn’t happening to me not now my birthday is in two hours. I could feel my knees buckle I was so scared, afraid I may upset them again I went to the closet where they usually lock me up. It wasn’t too long ago I was here, they were so mad I can still feel Adam picking me up by my hair throwing me against the wall. Or Eric forcing me to eat moldy food, drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and watch disgusting movies. I looked at my mom and begged her to take me home. She had more important things to do with ...