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It was the Friday before, what I was planning on being, the most boring spring break. I got home from school and was working on my homework when my mom abruptly called me into the kitchen, which was quite usual. She told me to take a seat and I was thinking "Man, what have I done this time?" The next thing I heard was not what I expected. My mom spoke slowly but with preciseness and a look of pure fear in her eyes for how I would react. Her next words rocked my 10-year-old self. "Zoe, your dad had a heart attack." In that moment I did not care how big of a heart attack it was; to me, it was all the same. My family has a history of heart issues so I knew everything would be fine or the complete opposite. I have a tendency to stress over
things I have absolutely no control over. At first, this was my dad’s health and the fact he was completely alone in St. Petersburg with no friends or family but, once I found out he would be okay my stress shifted to what was going to happen for spring break. My mom was Continuing Education, because she is an accountant, at the beach so we could not go with her. In the end, I should not have worried about where we would end up that week because my aunt offered to keep us. My aunt is not the most interesting person when it comes to long periods of time so, I was expecting a decently boring spring break. That is not what I got. That Saturday night I was eating pizza when the house phone kept ringing, which was unusual for them. I turn around to go get more pizza and my dad was standing right there. That was the biggest surprise of my life and the only time I have ever cried tears of joy. My dad and I are extraordinarily close; he is my best friend so this meant the world to me, That he would risk his own safety just to see me and my brother.
James Baldwin’s works were influenced by the times in which he lived, as an African American writer he strove for equality and used his pen to work for civil rights through elements of his childhood among other aspects.
It was a chilly morning in August and my phone kept buzzing in my pocket with news I wish I could change. I was sitting in the parking lot with one of my friends, talking, before we had to go to work. I grabbed my phone to figure out why it was going crazy. It was my mother: “Terrie is not doing very well; I wanted you to know. I am sorry; She’s nearing the end.” I broke down into tears while my friend witnessed it.
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Southeastern University is a private, Co-ed, Christian university. SEU’s main focus is to equip their students to be a next generation of leaders so that they can enter the real world as influential servants to their careers and communities. Southeastern university offers a plentiful amount of study programs, even the program I am interested in which is Human services. I selected this school First because it is a Christian college, and Second because of the programs of study. I chose to go to a Christian college because I grew up in a Christian household and because I believe in Jesus. I also chose Southeastern University because of the programs of study. SEU was one of the few colleges that had a program of study that I was interested in.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
Summer Break: Longer or the same?By:Gabriel EstesMost kids and some teachers think of summer vacation as a getaway, R&R time. Don't get me wrong it is, in fact according to debate.org, “School taxes would be a lot less and lessdropouts. More kids would be having family/friend bonding time, Students will make moremoneyduring the summervacations from jobs and with that moneythey can use it for college.” In my own opinion, I think that for the sake of my family, and brother's stress, they are perfectly fine with summer break staying with the 2 month period. I personally agree, I think that it should stay the same.According to an article on The Mercury News, ““I do believe that if children have not mastered a subject that, within a week, personally, I see a slide in my own child,” said Tina Bruno, executive director of the Coalition for a Traditional School Calendar.
Tons of people go on vacation every year. Spring break is usually the most popular with teenagers and or college students. Back when Geoffrey Chaucer was a famous writer, people went to a town called Canterbury. On this pilgrimage, or vacation, there was a variation of people that would go. Most of the people that went were very religious because Canterbury was a holy place, like modern day Jerusalem for Christians. On this trip they took people such as nuns, monks, pardoners, etc. In today’s world there would be different people that would go on this trip. In the “Spring Break” trip today there would probably be an athlete, a cowboy, and a hipster.
My ultimate spring break is too imaginable to be possible. Over the seven-day break, me, my mom, and a couple of my friends such as Reagan, Camryn, and Sydney, will be going to the Aloha State, also known as Hawaii. When we get to the airport, it will feel like days going by as wait for our flight. On the plane, we board first class with a couple other people. We will land in Hawaii, and look at the breathtaking view. To get to our hotel, we rent a lamborghini from the airport in Hawaii. Once we get to our room, it looks amazing. There’s a TV, a window with a gorgeous view, and enough space for all of us. My mom will sleep on the bed on the bed in the other room while Me, Reagan, Camryn, and Sydney will sleep on the other bed and the pullout
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
My spring break was great! Just kidding, i didn’t really do much. I went to work and illinois. There wasn’t much i could do because i had to work. That's all i have been doing is working and school.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...