The Bag of Weed "Come on, it's just one hit, no one will ever find out." We all gathered around the pipe, anxiously awaiting our turn. It was 1:00 in the morning and everyone was asleep, including the dean, or so we thought. Earlier that morning, a friend came up to me excitedly announcing her purchase. She had gotten a bag of weed. I showed a look of approval, not quite caring or knowing what was ahead. I soon would be part of that deal, but at a much higher price. After the evening activities
When I was a child, my grandparents always told me that children are the future of our world. A child needs to be shown how much they are able to achieve. A child not shown that will never blossom into the beautiful flower which they are meant to be. That is why I chose to volunteer at my community elementary school. I wanted to live the words that my grandparents told me, the words that would make a difference in my future. I was handpicked by the principal and the teacher to be the friend
“Pato … Pato … Pato …. GANSO!” The words pierced the warm, stagnant air, followed by a brief flurry of footsteps circling me like a shark stalking its prey. For the first time in a long time, I was lost in the moment. It seemed so surreal, yet I knew that it would be a moment I would never forget. As my mind snapped back to reality, I began to question, how did I get here? How have I become one of forty participants in a Spanish version of ‘duck duck goose’ in a remote town in the Dominican Republic
Sacrifice My body aches and sweat drips down my face. His hand is tightly wrapped around mine, leading the way. I can feel my heart trying to jump out of my chest as I force myself to keep moving. We run because of what he’s done. He saved me and will be hunted down because of it. I don’t understand it. I was a stranger, he owed me nothing, and yet he gave everything for me. I am grateful, though; if it weren’t for him I’d already be dead. I can still remember the horror he saved me from. Back
Analysis of William Wordsworth's Poem We Are Seven William Wordsworth’s poem, We are Seven, is about a person talking to a young girl about her and her six siblings. Throughout the poem, the narrator gave the young girl a very difficult time when she persisted that simply because not all seven children were home together, or alive, they were still seven. The narrator was giving the young girl a hard time because he wanted her to remember and understand that just because she and her siblings
The subject of “Strangers Like Me” is outcasts in society. In the line, “I wanna know about these strangers like me,” the reader sees that the main character in the song feels like an outsider to his surroundings. The reader can compare this with how the monster feels in Frankenstein. The two can relate with the feeling that everything is new to them, and they do not feel like they belong. Phil Collins goes on to request, “Tell me more, please show me.” People who are foreign to a place tend
Hey show time; it’s your time to shine! I was finally going to show my coach that moving me up to play on the L’Anse Creuse High School varsity lacrosse team was not a mistake. I came home from school that day and found a few spare minutes to relax before having to prepare for my first varsity game. I was super excited but at the same time very nervous. We were competing against another great team—Grosse Pointe North. I ran upstairs and started to pack my bag; as soon as I unzipped the bag, I was
Burning Brooklyn Bridges: What the Nets Need to do Now The Nets are in turmoil. Their talented rookie is hurt, their starting point guard is out for the season, and they just fired their head coach and general manager. What’s worse, they don’t control their draft picks until 2019. So what now? How can the Nets control the situation and prepare for the future? What can they do to speed up the rebuilding process? Here’s my list of things the Nets need to do before the start of the 2016-2017 season
I trained for weeks, it was all leading up to that night. It was September twelfth, the night of the DeMotte Boxing Club’s Fighting Fundraiser. I was fighting my friend, Brian Hinson, We trained together for the fight. The nervousness started to eat at me by the second fight. We were the eighth. I knew he felt it to. We sat and watched a few fights. I knew that he only trained at the gym. I trained every day at home as well as the gym. The other boxers were good. I had no chance against most of
As a child the things that meant the most to me were shiny, colorful, and utterly unattainable. From a young age I was taught that taking what was not yours without asking was unbelievably wrong and would result in a never ending timeout. Fearing an eternity spent sat in a corner “thinking about what I had just done” I made an early habit of asking for things I wanted and forgetting about the things I could not have. Unfortunately this lifestyle could only last so long and so at only four years old
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me. "Namkuzu where have you been?! My legs are so tired from standing I can't even walk" "Don't worry, you'll live," I muttered. "Oh", he whispered. "You better get going then or else the boss will be furious." "Agreed," grunted Urnabe, as he went down to get
One of my childhood memories, that I never ever thought would happen, unfortunately resulted in fear, loss, and sadness. My mom and dad decided it would be best if they got a divorce. It was the most shocking thing I had ever heard. I watched a couple of my closest friends have this happen to their family, but I never thought I would be in the same situation. I never thought the day would come where my mom and dad didn 't love each other anymore. Or to go back: My mom and dad would always tell
At first, all Shin wanted was to survive, then he wanted to grow up; Now he wants is freedom, the main character in the novel Escape From Camp 14 by Blaine Harden. Shin received a tiny taste of free thinking in Camp 14. He received his first glimpse of sovereignty from a friend by the name of Park. Together Park and Shin made a plan to escape from the terrible and abusive labor camp. They would both run on one of their two days a year off. The first day Shin spent with his Father. This was a major
I stared into the sunset seeing the deep red blending into the sky, reminding me of the blood seeping from my hand. I was in shock; I couldn’t even feel the pain. Why, was the only word that I could think of, and it was repeating over and over again in my head. “Why would he betray me?” I quietly mumbled to myself. I slowly bent over and dipped my hands into the stream, watching the drops of crimson spread and bleed into the water. The pain finally registered in my system and I felt stings on my
His dad shrugged. " You're not making a good case here, Kev.'' ''What do you mean Dad?'' Kevin asked You have to make "You have to make Zach believe why he should pay for Cromwell’s dog training. But dad Zach should want to do it just because he is my friend". Kevin insisted. "Well you know Kevin, why don’t you just go make a presentation for Howie and maybe that would change his mind." "But you have to make sure to state facts or Howie might not want to go through with putting Cromwell in dog
going through. The victim can have a hard life without anyone knowing it and getting bullied just makes it worst for them every time they are getting attacked by the bully. An 11 year old girl who I personal know, was getting bullied at school every single day, she is only 11 years old. So young, small, still not knowing what life is about. Every day a group of girls will push her, call her names, and give her dirty looks at school and outside of school. She felt alone, ugly, and worthless. She didn’t
I never thought I’d be here, didn’t know this was allowed honestly. The last time I was in this old church was a week ago...doesn’t seem that long to me but for everyone else I can only imagine how long it’s been. 7 little days in scheme of things doesn’t seem that important. 72 hours even more so, it passes in the blink of an eye for most...but for me those 72 hours felt like they would never end. I didn’t even know how long I was there at first, it was so dark...I can hear the piano being played
My Son The day I found out I was having a son changed my life for the better in so many ways that I would never have imagined. I was soon to be separating from the military and I really didn’t have a plan for my life. I was just going to go home and collect unemployment like my mom had suggested, but then it all changed in an instance. My girl came back from a trip to Atlanta with her sister to visit they cousin and I trust her so I knew it was mine but it sure was a wakeup call. But then all
When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains. When I heard my parents talking about going to Disney World I was so excited. It was
I live in a beautiful paradise full of excitement, love, and friends. Everyone around me was all kind and caring. They have given me tools to grow by nurturing me unstoppably. The time has come where I finally start seeking for independence. I mean, I’m only 10-years-old but it is always natural for people like me to want to feel some sort of independence. I do not recall having my parents around me. I grew up in a place full of children like me where they try to sell us, kids, like candies. We are