She also crammed a bar of soap down his throat & to think David attempted to escape his aunt’s house, because he actually missed her. Mother only feeds David breakfast, when he finished all of his morning chores. His reward was cereal leftovers from his brothers. “I finish the dishes, then my other chores. For my reward I receive breakfast-leftovers from one of my brother’s cereal bowls.
It was a dark cold windy winter morning last year on January 24th. I got up nice and early that morning, got dressed in my most business professional outfit which is really only kakis and a white blouse, and I finished the touch with my pearl necklace then I left to make my way to school. While walking from my car to the school doors I had goose bumps all over my legs, arms and my teeth were chattering up a storm. I was getting blown all over the place just trying to make it to the door carrying this big project board I held in my arms while the wind wanted to take it away like a kite. Finally I made it to the door and into the warm school building.
Not like in Manhattan, I need to drink a cup of water to make sure my mouth not burning anymore every morning, the weather in Philly is wet, mostly like my home city shanghai. At 5:30am every morning, I have to go catch the school bus with running. Because if I move slowly or try to have a little snooze, the bus will just go past. I was surprised on this, that I even have to get up that early in America too. My school is a Catholic high school, so we have the Mass every 4 weeks.
The door is stuck, so I kick it open and step out into the crisp night air. I forgot my shoes at home so I’m walking all over broken glass and metal barefoot. I glanced over to all the bystanders who got barricaded behind the accident. The look on their faces told me that the accident was terrible, I then came realized that I was hit from behind which is what triggered
We are almost out of food and hank has developed and bad cold from the changing spring weather. I cooked up some bean soup and corn bread hoping a full belly and good night sleep will help him finish our journey. We are about a day away from the end of our journey. Hank is feeling a lot better. We were able to get some doves to eat, along with our last cup of rice.
11/28/12 Disaster 9/11 Crystal Meth Legalization and Societies Interpretation “Be good in school today honey, I already put your lunch in your backpack. Love you.” “Thanks Daddy, I love you too”, Sarah said. Five minutes later and I was crossing the bridge to the far side of the Fairfield train station. I swear after all these years I could take this route blindfolded, it’s become such a repetitive cycle. The drive to the train, the commute to Grand Central Station, the taxi ride through the frozen traffic.
Elizabeth L., Paper 1 How could anyone forget the day America was attacked? I obviously had shut my alarm clock off assuming it was Saturday. A couple of moments later I jumped out of bed realizing I had overslept. I was going to be late for work, which is so unlike me. I made my way out the door and headed onto the highway.
Kodrich’s room. She had told us that her room had flooded in the recent cold weather and that many of the items in her room were ruined. Also it had a strong musty smell that seemed like it would never go away. All of the posters and signs she had on the wall were ruined. The clock that she had bought with her own money had been destroyed along with other various school supplies.
The last week of school before Christmas break, I walked into the big halls of the school. As I was shaking the melting snow off my clothes, the odor of gym class and dish soap filled the moist warm air of the long halls. My hair was drenched from being outside. It made my ears freeze like an iceberg. As I made my way up to my classroom, I saw my friend Ana staring at the "Kepner Dolphin Pride” bulletin board.
I got up early as usual, had a quick shower and woke up Linda my grandchild so that she wouldn’t be late for the school bus. My wife had prepared eggs and bacon for today; this was basically our daily routine. We all sat around the table and said grace. My sons had to hurry up because they didn’t want to be late for work; they work in a factory for an old white man who isn’t pleased when they’re late. I got up and held Linda’s hand, grabbed her backpack and we were heading to the bus station.