We’re going to be late.” So I slowly drug myself out of bed because I had a restless night. As I put my softball shirt on “Hurry if you want to see Trevor before the games start” my mom said. So I hurried as fast as I could as she chuckled. It was a usual Saturday morning.
This was probably the first book I read that I found myself to be totally enthralled with, I sat down and started reading and got lost in the words. I got so into it that my mom would be trying to talk to me and I had no idea she was even there, I was sucked right in. It was about a girl (Patricia) who finds a pocket watch while on summer vacation at a family cabin where she doesn’t fit in, she is teased relentlessly by her cousins, and uses it to travel back in time to the summers her mom spent here, and while living in two time periods she finds ways to relate to her mother which she could not find in real life. The way it was written I could see myself right there in the story and I found that I related very well to Patricia. The watch was her temporary escape from reality, and for me thats books, she used the watch to learn about herself and I always find I am learning new things about myself when I read.
It described in great detail all the long nights of drug use and partying. I felt like I had been up all night with Kristina. The ending was not at all predictable. When Kristina returns to her mom's house to get clean from the drugs and to have the baby you believe that she will succeed. After she talks to her mother about not being able to provide for the baby and how difficult it was to love him, she decides to give the baby to her mother to adopt and raise.
Her only solution at this moment is to be alone. Bullying does not only happens to Melinda but other people. It was the day of the pep rally; Melinda was not so exited as her only friend Heather, she was scared someone gets next to her and claims her about what happened in the summer party, .and it happened, to girls got next to her and claim her about it. “The girl pokes me harder. “Aren’t you the one who called the cops at Kyle Rodger’s party at the end of the summer?” .
In the House on Mango Street written by Sandra Cisneros, a unique style of writing is used to show various themes throughout the book. The abrupt and disconnected way Cisneros writes conveys a child-like mindset which contrasts the adult issues being discussed in order to show the theme of growing up too fast. Throughout the book, examples are presented to the readers of growing up too fast. Esperanza sees Sire and his girlfriend Lois. Often, she hears them “laughing late” with “beer cans” and such, and is warned by her momma, “Those girls are the ones that go into alleys”.
Amanda Sechler Eng-111-04 Due: September, 20, 2010 Narrative Essay Final: A Moment in a Rednecks Heaven It is the weekend of September the fourth through the sixth. I am on vacation in Chester, South Carolina with a few friends and my mother. At approximately nine thirty in the morning, on September the fifth, I wake up with an enormous headache. I want to see if taking a hot shower will help soothe my pain. I just knew I was with a bunch of rednecks when I attempt to take a shower, and notice that the only way to turn the shower on is with the screwdriver lying beside the bath tub.
Rishabh 10/9/11 Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson Let the Sandwich Out Enduring the Pain and suffering the truth is something Melinda did every single day when she went to school. At the end of a summer she and her friends went to Rachel’s party, where Melinda was raped by a senior, Andy Evans. Dazed and drunk, she called the police for help and when they arrive they founded a teen party with illegal alcohol drinking, but Melinda left when they arrived. Everyone was mad at her, including her group of good friends from middle school. Melinda has told no one, not even her parents that she was raped.
They were having hotdogs for her and I decided it’d be a good time to bring myself into the world and steel her spotlight, and to this day I laugh about it while she gets a little evil eye every time we tell someone. Now we celebrate our birthdays together, and throw big parties for each other. This year, on my 17th birthday, her 22nd a friend of us both took us to the fair. I hurt my knee and had to go home before we got to do all the things we wanted to, and because we rode together and I couldn’t drive she had to leave too. I couldn’t believe after I hurt myself and was almost in tears because of pain she wanted to yell at me and call me names like it was my fault.
The next morning which was Saturday, I had awakened with the worst hangover and was reeking with the smell of wine and vomit. That afternoon our family was going to a wedding reception where there was more wine and champagne. I recall seeing a fountain full of bubbling champagne sitting on a table, as I passed by it the smell made get nauseated all over again and waiting to just puke. I learned my lesson from that day until this day to never over drink again. This learning experience was a very valuable one.
Poem Study/ Imaginative writing on Separation A Twist in my Story. The moon shone so bright that evening, making it almost impossible to miss one of the biggest celebrations in my teenage history, graduation. Although once again, my intentions were delayed due to my monthly visit at Dr. Coleman’s office. Frustration soon led to teardrops of sweat, which ran down my eyebrows as I lay reluctantly on a couch while listening to some know-it-all therapist preach on about how I should live my life. Luckily, it seemed convincing enough to admit that being hard on myself was not the answer, and what was in the past is now over.