Part 1 At one point in high school my grades were below par which didn’t really make my parents happy. They decided to enroll me into a tuition center where may other kids take tuitions during the school holiday. One week in, I didn’t have a single friend, probably because I’ve always been a really shy person. I sat outside reading before my morning class. I looked up and noticed this girl was moving towards me, she engaged into conversation with me and then told me she thought I was real good looking and that definitely was an ego booster, she then suddenly left and I never saw her again because that was my last summer school class.
As Perry walks thinking to himself about what just happened a lady jumps out of her car and yells Michael’s name. It was Perry’s girlfriend from high school; she jumps on him and gives him a big hug. In one moment Perry recalls a random night that he would never have thought about if it wasn’t for him remembering the smell of her “spearmint kisses.” No words were needed to be said, all it took was his nostrils inhaling the sweet smell of her fresh breath and the memories flashed through his head. Being a paramedic, nurse, and firefighter, Perry tells some stories that are very sad and seems to put him into a lower mood. Some of the
In 1952 on Francine’s tenth birthday, her birth parents, Fred and Feonia came to see her. They told her all about how they could not handle her when she was younger, but they still love her and would be there for her anytime and that they was sorry for not coming to see her sooner. On Tuesday, September twenty-fifth, 1952, the day after her birthday, Marguerite, Francine, Fred, and Feonia all went out to eat then went shopping for the rest of the day. For the remainder of the week Fred, Feonia, Francine, and Marguerite went shopping, watched playes, and went to the park. Then over the weekend there was a terrible accident and Fred and Feonia died.
I promised myself never to let it happen again. The next day I turned on the T.V and to my surprise the Raptors were playing. A wonderful situation to test my new “will power”. Just then my evil sister walked by, this time with one of her girlfriends. I recognized her, the best female basketball player that played for Jarvis.
I always longed for my lunch period, that’s when I saw Caroline, Jodie, Max and Joel. I had been accepted in as Caroline’s freshman so I got to know that group quickly. But on some level I suppose I got bored. I reached out to the flame-haired little spitfire in my English class, Beth. A wild halo of curls topped a face fit for anime, wide excited eyes, thick black
Sitting in my Dual-Credit Teacher Cadet Class listening to my instructor tells us, “see at this stage of life, children believe that all their friends have two cars, a big house and food on the table every night, because they haven’t experienced anything else” and everyone laughed and moved on. But for me, I knew from the very beginning that my sister and I had a very different life from everyone else, but for a long time I didn’t know why. My name is Charmaine Littlejohn; I was born on May 21, 1996, healthy as I can be. I grew up in a single parent household with my sister and my mother since my father decided that he would like to take a more indirect parenting course throughout my life. I have been in Gaffney, South Carolina all my life
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.
We were able to talk to one of the students at Columbia High about the acne breakout that happened the previous day. The student was so mortified she refused to have a photograph taken at this time but she did talk to us about the possible cause of this mysterious breakout. She quoted, “I’ve never had acne before!” “I woke up yesterday morning, brushed my teeth, than I looked up in the mirror and saw all these zits. My face looks I have a severe case of chicken pox! I’m so embarrassed; I walk around with a scarf on my face!” We had ask her if she thought the cause was the never ending work the her and her fellow classmates our assigned.
It was more of a gradual process over time. I was just a typical teenage girl at the beginning of 8th grade. I remember getting mad when teachers assigned weekend homework, thinking I was cool because I was finally allowed to walk around the mall with my friends, and I loved having sleepovers. Back then, I cared too much about the way others saw me and what they thought
senior essay Ignorance Killed With A Lense Ignorance is bliss. A phrase I have come across continuously through out my life but never truly understood the true meaning of until I sat down one Thursday afternoon on September 11 in my tenth grade Modern World History class . I watched the HBO documentary that would give me the motivation to rid the excuse of ignorance and enlighten people through the art of video by becoming a filmmaker and documentary photographer. As ritual on this day, I and my peers shared a moment of silence at the beginning of class to commemorate the innocent who lost their lives in the tragedies of 9/11. Although I was alive and well during the terrorist attack I vaguely remember the details like one would vaguely remember a dream after they have already woken up, but as soon the play was pressed I was faced with the cut throat reality of 9/11.