They don’t seem to notice the creepy smile, so I introduced myself to them. “Hello, I am…” I say as I trail of into a deep thought. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? The woman looks at me into a deep disgust and hands me her baby without the word. The cook never looks at me, and continues to put a copious amount of pepper into a soup he is preparing. I look down into my arms to observe this newborn
I look up at him at the mention of my name, "What is it?" I ask, nerves. "You have to accept him as your Mate" John replies. "I'll have to accept him as your Mate, what do you mean?" I ask, curiously. "James chose you, now it's your turn to choses him. Look some mate's reject there other half, but Zoe, I must warn you. that if you do reject him, that will send him over the edge, and he will kill himself" Joe replies, I turn towards her when she dose. I turn back to John after a moment
Changing Roommates Choosing to leave the comforts of your family and home to go away to college is a life-changing decision. The roommate you get matched up with can make or break your experience. The girl I was matched up with changed my life considerably in a way I didn't like, so I moved out. Moving was the best choice I could have made. The first sight of my new dorm room was not at all what I expected. There were boxes and papers everywhere. Out from behind a tower of boxes emerged the
“I'm willing to speak.” “On a double homicide?” “Ha! Yes, officer.” “That you refused to tell anybody else about?” “Make your eyes any bigger and I could pop them out.” “Why?” The boy fixed them with a grisly stare. His head leaned as he slumped into the hard plastic chair. “I'm… I guess I just want to. It's like, telling someone something to make conversation.” “That’s real ugly, son.” “You're ugly.” “Nice jokes you got there, kid. Back to business. The homicides.” The boy looked around. His voice
I work with the Daily Press in Charleston.” “Are you writing about this?” She asked, extending her hands to include the group of protestors. “They asked me to find out what’s going on around here. I have an appointment with Mr. Silvers in a few minutes.” Ruth looked at her watch and was looking forward
Still squeezing the ball for five seconds and releasing for three. I could not think of anything my head felt fuzzy, so I continued to look at the birds and stars despite that these were warning signs. Somebody was right beside me I could not make out who. Perhaps, I should tell him. I debated it until it just slipped out of my mouth, “Heya, dude, I am feeling a lit- little lightheaded here.” My thoughts were racing now, Did he hear me? Wouldn’t they do something? Do they know what to do? Should I try
"Hey boy, why are you blanking out?" An old man wearing strange white long coat type dress shouted. "Hmm... What? Who are you?" Boy spacing out asked the old man. The boy standing on the platform asked. Confusion on his face could be seen clearly as if he was not clear what was happening. "Don't joke around here kid, you are standing on the spiritual platform... focus." The old man said. After that old man started praying some kind of poem or we better say an incantation. The boy standing on
collected since we left our sisters and brothers. We shall plant them right beside the house. The seeds shall turn into plants and they shall bring an abundance of food. Enough to support my family for decades. "Gaea, where are you?" "I am outside," I shout, "I am waiting for you Prometheus." By noon we finished planting the seeds. We built a fence out of fallen branches and rapped it around the ground where we planted the seeds. Prometheus said it shall keep the animals out. We finished planting and
gasping for air, Sebastian must've broken his neck. "Well finally!" Sebastian shouted, " I thought you were never going to wake up. Welcome to the life of immortality buddy. You're welcome. " he smacked him on the shoulder. "What? What are you talking about? Why does my throat burn? " he was starting to panic. "Oh relax. We'll get you some blood and you'll be fine," Sebastian said. “Blood?” “Yes, you will understand soon.” He was sitting up on the couch gripping his throat, eyes almost popping out
reflect upon our past, present, and future to be able to understand ourselves better as well as to discover what direction we are heading. Everyone’s values shape a person into who they will be. Through discussion and course materials we were able to examine and answer the question (Who am I? How did I become who I am? Who will I be in the world?) for our seminar class. In class we examined Living Buddha, Living Christ, The Poisonwood Bible, Martin Luther King Jr. speech, and the movie Promised Land
on, but I have come back to it many times in my thoughts. The quotation was a warning: “Be careful who you pretend to be because you are who you pretend to be”. The truth behind this sentiment is far more pertinent to our lives than we might like to think. We all have visions of who we are based on what we know, how we compare ourselves to others, and how we attempt to act, but the actuality of who we are exists independently of that personal ideal. The truth of the matter is that, regardless of
In A Raisin in the Sun Hansberry’s narrative is a very touching story. The use of each character and how she takes you through their lives is incredible. I think that Hansberry’s life as a child had a great influence on this piece of literature. One online source stated that when Lorraine was just a little girl she personally had experience of moving into a white neighborhood, just like her story. (Chicago Public Library) I think she wrote this narrative with her personal experiences and also of
Understanding that Jesus also faced these obstacles and that prayer can help you resist in these tough situations in life is reassuring to me. Jesus taught his disciples and us how to pray. He taught people to pray simply and trustingly to God as father, without trying to impress God with fancy language. Through Jesus I learned to talk to God like a son does to his father; to say what is in your heart, to ask for guidance when you need to make tough decisions. Jesus has taught me to be thankful for all
and emotions around them. People are naturally inquisitive into the emotions of others surrounding them and often make snap assumptions about their personalities. Personalities are generally defined as characteristics of an individual that make them who they are. This includes the way that they think, feel, and act towards others. The generally accepted yet controversial theory about personality is that it is relatively stable. Individuals may exhibit signs of different personality types or say that
Have you ever wondered if somewhere in this world there was a special place where magical things can happen? If so you were right all along. Except when you enter that magical world everything will not only be happy…. There is that one side of dark magic that you never want to see…. And, I, myself experienced that that side. It all started when I was at my school, Stinson. The bell had rung and I was going down stairs from ninth period art to my bus. I found my bus, R27, in the same place as always
Identity, an ambiguous idea, plays an important part in today’s world. To me identity can be defined as who a person is or what differentiates one person from another. Identity would be a person’s name, age, height, ethnicity, personality, and more. A quote by Anne Sexton states “It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was”(Anne Sexton). This quote helps me define identity because I believe it is saying that identity is what people are remembered by. When some people think
Who are you? Three words that I would use to describe myself are indecisive, calm, and considerate of other’s feelings. I would say I am very indecisive because it can be hard for me to make choices. A lot of the times I cannot decide because, I do not want to choose between something, I am indifferent about the options, I do not know what I want, or I know what I am leaning towards but I do not want to vocalize it. For these reasons I had a hard time deciding what to major in. Eventually I chose
genealogical magazine, Who Do You Think You Are? Have you ever watched the show “Who Do You Think You Are?” on Sunday nights” If so, then you might remember an episode where it mentioned Cindy Crawford. Cindy had an ancestor by the name of Thomas Trowbridge. Treeline.com said this about Cindy Crawford, “that her family genealogy traces back to a well-known New England family, the Trowbridge. It went on to say, the first of this line to arrive is her ten times great-grandfather Thomas, who settled in the
Thirteen years of schooling - can you believe it? And we, County High Class of 2012, have made it! We're graduating! There may have been times when it was tiresome, frustrating, stressful, demanding, even physically, mentally and emotionally draining! Through the years I have felt all of these emotions and more, but one thing that has really kept me on the top has been my ability to smile. I have found that smiling, even when it seems too hard, helps to solve all kinds of problems. Not only does
or a somebody, everyone is a follower, but the decision to follow the crowd or the heart is theirs. “I'm Nobody! Who are you?” is a poem written by Emily Dickinson about the two categories of people in the world: nobodies and Somebodies. A somebody is someone who chases the crowd or the trend. Somebodies always want to blend in with those around them. Whereas, a nobody is someone who only pursues his/her’s heart. Nobodies want to stand out and be unique, but they are shunned and looked down on for