And he skidded into the back of a passing truck, and that was it. He wasn’t wearing his helmet. He said it made him look like a “doofus.” And not looking like a doofus was pretty important to Mick, actually. It’s not that he’s conceited. It’s just that when he was eight, my mom made the mistake of showing him his christening gown, and he never really got over it.
I related to the book because there was a point in time and actually now I feel like a monstrous vermin I wonder if there’s a book out there by someone who has actually been raped and I wonder if they feel the same way I did when I was seven no one was home and he was a friend from church he could have been fifteen or sixteen he asked if my parents were home I said no and he asked to use the phone I said okay and brought him the cordless I went to the bathroom and when I came back the phone was in between the stair rail and the floor I thought he was gone the door was closed and the mud on his shoes didn’t track on the stairs like it did were he was standing so I sent downstairs to watch Ren and Stimpy and then I heard something in the closet I went to go look and see what It was I open the door and there he was he jumped up grabbed me and shut the door he whispered in my ear to kiss him I said no he grabbed my arm harder still whispering in my ear he asked me to kiss him again I said no again he grabbed my arms harder they didn’t bruise he whispered in my ear again kiss me I did this time he already had a grip on me that hurt like hell and I didn’t want it to get any tighter his hands slowly tracing down my body and in too my panties I wanted to scream but his hand covered my mouth he touched me harder and harder faster and faster then he got fully on top of me ripped my shorts and panties off he entered me ripping me again and again for what felt like hours tears running down my face I wanted to scream but I didn’t have the strength
Brent Virtusio Sarah Crachiolo Communications 130 8 August 2013 Pet Peeve Speech Reflection To prepare for this pet peeve speech I spent the first day, after class, looking for things that bothered me. I didn’t really run into much that annoyed me to the point where I wanted to write a speech about it so when I got home I did a little research on Google. I found three different ones about driving I thought that I could really give a good speech about and starting just jotting down some bullet points about what bothered me most about them. The next day as I was commuting to school I found out that one of the things from my list bothered me a lot more than I thought and I changed my speech to strictly people who use turning signals incorrectly. After that I wrote some key points on a index cards and a few lines I thought I could use that may be funny.
9/4/09 Enc 111 Narrative essay “The Day I Totaled My Truck” This essay will narrate the terrible accident that I was in. As I was leaving my house my father told me to be careful driving because there was a tropical storm coming and he didn’t want me to get in an accident. My friend Josh wanted me to pick him up from his house so we could go to Jordan’s house. I went to Josh’s house and waited for him to eat. Jordan called me and told me to hurry up so I don’t have to drive in the storm.
When my saw that I had released what had happened she asked me, “You want to know what happened? ?” I answered with a nod. She told me that I had tripped on one of my toys and had fallen down 2 flights of stairs, breaking both of my legs and a few fingers in the process. I had severed a concussion and had passed out for more than 15 hours. They had given me tons of pain medication at this point so I couldn’t feel a thing.
We were on the way to the park down the block, I was about to ride my bike with no training wheels for the second time. I really was nervous and scared but I didn’t want my dad to know it. The first time I tried didn’t go too well. No training-wheels is like the first milestone as a kid so it was a big deal and I didn’t want to screw up again. Six years old and just out of a car seat sitting in back of the old Ford Explorer thinking about falling of my bike and dying.
Eventually, I landed in a hospital bed with an IV pumping a cocktail of drugs meant to cure "a series of infections" ravaging my body. When I finally felt reasonable enough to go to class, I couldn't remember things. My essays, as one professor told me, suddenly "read like ramblings." I wasn't me. That semester, I ended up taking incompletes in all of my classes.
“[We live] in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones iPods and minds like empty rooms” by far this quote really does describe our society because we get everything we want yet we cannot grasp how to use proper literacy. Though 75 years ago children would read for fun because it was the only thing they could do like an example: would be African-American children they had to share one book with three other kids but could not complain and young children would always have some that would read to them. Lee is trying to yield out to the generations of the next ones saying your knowledge may be wrong if you get it on the internet, Lukudu 2 but if you read a book you could obtain more information and you can open up to more concepts. I absolutely
Unfortunately, this tragic accident did not only deepen my sense of smell, it also changed my senses of touch. At the time of the accident, all the muscles in my body have shut down and the doctor told me I could never walk again. As I was laying in the hospital bed that day, a microscopic dust has fallen to my nose, I could feel it the minute it landed there. As a result my nose started hitching because it was natural to do so; however
We came from a small town in, Elyria, Ohio and I was the youngest of four children. Mr. Smith didn’t seem to care about what was going on in my home life and just wanted results. I remember turning in papers and they would come back marked up in read ink telling me all the mistakes I made, most of those mistakes where punctuations and spelling. I have never been a great speller and I remember in one of his assignments he had us do was to write an essay and hand out copies to out classmates for them to read. Before handing out my essay, I had Mr. Smith look my paper over to get his thoughts on how it read.