In the first week, I decided to go to sleep earlier then before, which was at 2AM. First of all, I adjusted my schedule I did my homework earlier and was done by 12PM. Secondly, I made a compromise with myself that if I watched movies I would not play games and vice versa. However, the obstacle that I met was to change my schedule. Since I used to be a late night person.
I quickly learned that presuming is not a good idea, with what I expected of the Island and my superior. Although, Alex was my supervisor this happened because he was also the receptionists, which also caught me off guard. Furthermore, this mean we are short handed on staff. We have no help or may not have the resources to acquire the extra help; I am not sure which one it is yet or it may be
As I gathered information I would pass it on to my eldest son based in the Continental Army. In Autumn 1777 the British told me that my family and I had to sleep early today because they were holding an very important meeting and said they would awaken me when the meeting was finished. Although I nodded my head and said ok, I only pretended to sleep and listened to the meeting where the British were planning to attack the Continental Army in a surprise move. I could hear my own heart beating – the heart now jumping with emotions to which I don’t know how to describe my feelings. It seemed to me that the moment never ended.
I had been thinking very deeply about it, would it be so bad no matter what I want what my husband wants and I will go anywhere and do anything for him. I told him I thought it was a wonderful idea. I want him to succeed in his dreams and goals. I only had one question what’s next. He told me about the whole process and that it could take a month to finalize things, and that I should begin to pack up the house and get ready for the big move.
I would feel the sadness of leaving them and probably a bit angry because I am not ready to leave them. I would probably first think about my children. I would wonder where would they live and who would take care of them. I would wonder if the person or people that they end up living with would treat them right or abuse them. I would think about how my death would affect them; would they be able to mourn in their own ways, or would they be forced to grieve briefly and be expected to immediately move on.
My child means the world to me. I cannot fathom the thought of getting rid of her for the world. My child life comes before my own. I will do any and everything in my power to make sure that her life is as good as I can make it. The thought of me aborting my child, my beautiful daughter, sickens me to my
This was a nightmare, but it wasn’t. I remember the evacuation and how scared I was of leaving my home and family. Seeing other families just
That’s when I knew it wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. “It was them.” He said. And I hung up. The tears began to roll down my face. My mom had already learned of the news and I started to cry her shoulder.
June 14th 2001 , I woke up to the buzz of my alarm at 11:30a.m. I opened my eyes and stretched, waking up slowly I took inventory of what my plans were for the day and I smiled, a day off of work spent at the Colusa County fair with friends. I jumped into the
My heart dropped, deep down I knew this was bad. A few minutes later Dad stumbled in and the truth began to unravel. “Where have you been?” she yelled. “You don’t want to know” he brushed by. “You’re probably right,” she breathed in, “why are you doing this John?” “What do you want Rita.” "I'm not going to live like this anymore, if you're going to stay out all night with no consideration for us - then pack your shit and go."