The Tuesday of Thanksgiving break my sophomore year my best friends Cassandra Johnson a.k.a. Cass and Emilie Oesterle a.k.a. Half O and I all had one crazy night. It started out leaving SJA and heading to Emilie’s to get her some clothes then to Cass’s. We all changed out of our school uniforms and into casual clothes. After changing we went on Cass’s porch and started smoking weed. All three of us flirted with these senior guys, Thompson Hinman, Jimmy Partel, and Alex Sarrirs. These guys were always together, they were best friends. Each of us had “our” guy. Meaning we each preferred one guy over the other. Cass had Thompson, Emilie had Jimmy and I had Alex. With these guys we’d flirt and send them sexy pics, etc. etc. I can’t remember eating …show more content…
Emilie and Jimmy came to the back and we all took another shot and got back in the hot tub. Only after getting all the grass off our feet. We were all just hanging out in the hot tub and one of the guys suggested that we all head back to the shower. At the shower Jimmy and Alex were standing in the water and somehow we got to blowing them. Cass, Emilie, and I all took turns blowing and making out with the guys. I did not make out with Jimmy due to the fact that he didn’t look like a good kisser. Later I found out that I was right! Jimmy sucked at kissing. As we were taking turns blowing the guys, Emilie was blowing Alex and he busted in her mouth and she just completely spit it out. Right after Alex busted, he said that he had to go. I don’t know what it was with Jimmy, but he just didn’t cum after three girls blew him. . . so yeah. I’m not sure where Kaine went, but I didn’t see him for the rest of the night. Next thing that I recall happening was cleaning up. By cleaning up I mean Jimmy got grass out of the hot tub and put the cover back on. Jimmy then grabbed the alcohol and cups. Emilie, Cass, and I grabbed our clothes and shoes. As we were on our way out Emilie and Cass are doing cartwheels in the backyard as Jimmy and I was just
Stackhouse 1 Stackhouse 2 Cole Stackhouse Hensley Honors English/ Fourth Period 27 January 2016 Three Thanksgivings When the short story Three Thanksgivings begins, Mrs. Delia Morrison, a fifty year old widowed woman, finishes reading two letters. One of the letters is from her son Andrew, and the other from her daughter Jean, both inviting her to have Thanksgiving dinner with her. Along with this request, they mention her selling her house, however, each child has different ideas for where the money will go.
As he looked at the picture, his eyes welled up with tears. It was a picture of him with his little sister, whom he would never play with again. Being only nine years old, he had not been through the deaths of any family members, except for his grandma he never even met, who passed away only months after he was born. But this tragedy turned him into an emotional wreck, as he would never be with his four year old sister again. It all happened in a heartbeat, he woke up on the first day of Spring Break and found his little sister lying silent in her bed, not breathing. And now, two days later, he finds himself at her funeral. The picture that stood out was of him and his sister showing off the vegetables they had picked in their garden
Textbooks in today’s schools still tell the same story that has been handed down from generation to generation. Every year children dress up and put on plays about the famous story of the first Thanksgiving. No one knows the truth though or at least people pretend to not know the embarrassing truth of our “founding fathers.” Textbooks today give the candy coated version of good saintly Englishmen come to a better world and find good neighbors willing to help in their time of need.
In the James family Thanksgiving is far from perfect but this year I wanted to change that. Know more playing Minecraft on the Xbox. It's just going to be chatting at the dinner table and eating till we pass out, while watching football. I was determined this will be the perfect Thanksgiving. But know I had to pick out my outfit for tomorrow.
During fall, the leaves fall, the temperature drops, and people sit around a table and say what they are thankful for. While we are consuming pounds of turkey and stuffing, the Pilgrims are to thank for the annual feast. Because the meaning of this holiday is to not stuff your face with endless amount of carbs, we should be reminded of how grateful we are for what we own. Thanksgiving was a very memorable time in U.S. history.
Earl, Charles, Jerrid and myself was all seniors in high school. Brandon and David graduated the year before us. The six of us probably went egging about three or four days out of nine days. By Tuesday came around a few of our guys started to drop off. Brandon, David, Jerrid and Charles thought we were going to get caught so they jumped ship. That Wednesday Earl and I got up with on...
Once there was a group a of friends who wanted to go camping in the woods their names were Miranda who was the nerd in the group, and Rachel and Nick who are twins. Rachel wasn’t that smart but she was good at sports and Nick just liked sleeping and going on adventures. So than one day around noon all three were sitting down eating lunch when Rachel suggested going camping for spring break, Nick and Miranda hesitated but they both said sure because it would give them something to do.
As Junior year rolled around things began to get more interesting. There was a liquor store in Belleville that sold to minors and one night Alan, Alex, Cal, and I went to Max’s One Stop together and bought a ton of alcohol. It was hilarious and we made it just weeks before the cops raided the place and forced them to start checking ID. Junior year was fun with many fun nights but it really didn’t heat up until the end of the year when I went to my first real big party. Will Hogan was a senior at the time and he threw a darty for his grade and invited only four of us juniors. It was really fun and my first experience at a real party. Things started to change after that. Near the end of June I got a call from Luke Worley. In Luke’s call he
The day started like every other day. I woke up early in the morning and got ready for school. Anthony and I went to the same school. We both had first and third period class together. I remember seeing him that day standing outside near the school doorway, like always, joking around. I walked up to Anthony and we hung out with our friends for a few minutes before the bell rang. Anthony and I went to class together and sat at the same table. We were talking about a kid we had problems with up on the block. That same day I had had a fight with a kid who was trying to play me by talking to my girl. I was put in after school detention for fighting him. After being in detention for an hour and a half they let
rumors began going around that i was a slut & was accused of fucking multiple guys even though i was a virgin. people lost respect for me & eventually started attacking me on social media. i began to change rapidly, and i began to worry my parents, my friends, and my therapist. apparently my depression and anxiety weren't alone, because i was then diagnosed with bipolar. depression, you led me to steal my father's pain killers & abuse them to the point i could take 6 at once and not feel anything. i began to cut again, but holy shit these were worse. these cuts left scars that are still here and will be here for the rest of my life. and again, this goes on daily for months. so now it's almost the end of freshman year, and i actually lost my virginity to a guy who treated me like shit and broke my heart. but as hard as that was, the drugs & self harm you introduced me to helped me through it. well, they helped me until i had my first overdose, at least. an overdose that was caused by me taking 20 pain killers on the last day of school. my dad found me asleep on the couch covered in my own throw up not being able to stand up or form a complete sentence. he knew i had smoked that day but nothing else, so i didn't tell him
Riley tackled the jock, revealing the identity of the other kid; it was Keith. Riley mounted the jock and started wailing on his face, Riley was tall, 6,4 to be exact, which restricted the jock from pushing him off. The jock was screaming and crying, his face was a bloody mess. Riley had an evil frown on his face while unleashing the flurry punches on the guy. Not long after this, teachers started pouring into the crowd and pulling Riley off the jock, I looked around for Keith but couldn't find him no where. The kids left and sat at their tables. Riley and the jock were dragged out of the lunchroom by the teachers, since all of my friends were no where in sight, I decided to skip school. I went to the spot me and the guys always hang out at, It's an abandoned bridge in the woods, we always smoke and drink there, and talk about how much we hate ourselves and how much we hate others. When I got there I encountered Keith, he was wiping blood off his face and having a smoke, cursing under his breath. I walk up to him and make conversation. "Hey man, are you okay? It looked pretty bad out there". "Nah man, I'm fine. The fucker got in my face and started talking major trash, I didn't even say a fucking
It was a beautiful summer day down in Phoenix and the first day of my junior year of high school. All of my friends were waiting for me outside on the wall, which is right outside of BigB’s. The wall on the side of BigB has a mural of the world with every color of peoples skin on it. I was in love with that mural throughout high school because it meant something to all of those who went to Alhambra. There are not any trees out there since it is Phoenix and the gravel always made my shoes look dull every Tuesday when I had to wear my JROTC uniform. I always hated going in there but the soda was cheep and so was the water, which is always good on those hot summer days. Ashley, Michelle, and I get out of Michelle’s mom’s car. Michelle’s mom is like my second mom and has been that way as long as I can remember. Joyce would drive us to school and on Tuesday’s she would pick us up. The only thing going through my mind is who is going to be buying my smokes this year. Little did I know how much things were going to change for us. We walk over to our friends who thanks to me we all knew. Ashley leaves for class and Michelle and I decide who is paying for this pack. Neither one of us would buy one for ourselves. The year gets going I can already tell it is going to be a very long year I just got my first job and had no time for my friends.
My roommate threw the worst cook out possible and invited people I wanted no parts of. I ate horrible Jerk Chicken, Drank cheap beer and smoked the best weed ever. I exited through the front door on that Sunny day and drove to Culver City. I called her before and she said come over. I had ever intention of making my girl at the time orgasm. We went to her room and I gave it the old sportsman try. She was 5’3 and I am 6’2. I gave it everything I had but still could not bring her to her knees. I had the bed hitting the wall like a mini earth quake. It was my last try. My ego was shattered! I had to ease out slowly. It was confirmed when I talked to her as the female profile. Again she liked me but the sexy was not what she had been used to. Slowly we stopped communicating. She had gone back to the Bay Area to visit her family. A small argument ensured. The world were getting crossed. The female and male persona become one. My trick had backfired and but me in a worse place. I had too much information. All the stuff woman hide to protect the male ego I knew and it
After meeting this group of guys at summer orientation, we decided to room together in the dorms for our first year of college. As the Personality Structure/ Onion Model metaphor (layers of beliefs and feelings about self, others and the world; the deeper into the onion the deeper the meaning) goes, the layers of the onion revealed at first were mostly composed of simple demographic and public information like where we were from, what sports we played in high school, and our other hobbies and interests. At first, most of these guys seemed quite similar to me and we seemed to get along pretty well. Being in the same major as the majority of the guys, I would constantly see them in classes and around the dorms and felt that we formed a strong friendship very quickly and they were people that I could
I went to homecoming with my friends, but as luck would have it, one of my best friends at the time happened to be dating one of his best friends. Because of this, we ended up dancing in near proximity for a while, and my mind was racing with ideas. I really wanted to dance with someone, and I remembered that he had had a crush on me last year, so I decided it would be best for me to stay close to him as I was dancing, in hopes that he would get my (unobvious) hint that we should dance. At one point, all of my friends decided to get a drink of water; I felt fine, so I stayed behind, not realizing that I was going to be left with only the boys in the group. I immediately felt awkward, because I hadn’t known any of them super well at the time, and also because I was a teenager and they were