Your understanding of the importance of knowing your past as it relates to the actual age range you chose. Looking back on life, there is something that I have learned that has stuck with me forever. This is that memories may fade but pictures last forever, as long as they are. When I was in foster care, my parents, foster parents, and workers made sure I was able to remember the things that I was involved in my early childhood stages of life. This stage is important to me because it reflects…
Let me begin my story by telling you a little about myself. I grew up in a small town in Louisiana in a predominantly very poor neighborhood. Some would say "the projects". I like to think of it as a housing development for low income people. The only major influence I had in my life was my granny. She was my sunshine. She took my brother and me to church every Sunday and Wednesday. It was through her that we learned about God. I loved going to church with her. She would always buy us a bottle…
There was once a pair of acrobats. They meet in the circus and got married only a few short years after meeting. Together they had an exuberant life. Their performance appeared at almost every circus in the United States. Their lives consisted of traveling and bringing joy to others. They loved what they did, they were very fond of the crowd they had, the enjoyed the laughing, the simply appreciated life. While this astounding couple were traveling, the women became indisposed. She tried her…
For a long time, I had trouble figuring out who I am as an individual. Under the conditions that I grew up in, it wasn’t always as simple as identifying myself by my race. It would be easy to say I am a Guyanese-American and proud. In the white privileged society we live in, proclaiming your ethnicity alongside the term “American” does not work out. I grew up in a predominantly Hispanic and White neighborhood. I tried my best to fit in with this population. Being a victim of bullying, it was…
I was born on May 5, 1997 in The Northwest Hospital. I was born into a caring and loving family. My dad’s name is Timothy and my mother’s name is Joanne. I don’t remember much when I was a little girl but I always remember my family being a little different. When I was very little, around 5 months old, my father had a stroke that paralyzed his left side. This changed his whole life but also impacted mine. I don’t remember my dad being healthy. I have always seen him walking with a cane and…
“Did you hear what Rita did to Ethan last night? She’s what we call a whore.” they just kept laughing and laughing, and saying, “She should really kill herself, no one wants a no good dirty whore.” It was happening everywhere I went; people just could get enough about what had happened. I was making me sick, I wanted to so badly go home sick, but I already knew that I couldn’t. Even if I did I would have to deal with this all over again tomorrow. Besides the day 's almost over! I can handle it!…
1. Clarify Interests I care about the city having an equal industry of tourist and mining. The five point that I care about from that; is the site of next mine, restoration of consumed mines, air quality-road maintenance, air quality- paving dirt roads, and tax rate on company land. I believe my opponent will also have the same five interests and also might care to take over the city with its industry. Out five points overlap each other. I value points should be in order that was I listed above.…
"Wh-" he clears his throat, "what was that for?" I shrug, "just..wanted it." His face fills with pink and he stutters out words, "I-I-I..That caught me off guard." He laughs a little, "I like that." I stare at him. He notices my face then changes the subject, "that 's why I like gray." I smile and chuckle. He pokes my forehead, "you excited about going back to school?" I nod. He mocks my nodding, "are you gonna speak any?" I shake my head. "I 'm going to do everything that will make you…
I shove my headphones into my ears and turn up the song I 'm obsessed with, Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson. I light another cigarette then neared off to the park where I can be alone. ~ I push the snow off the bench and plop down. The park is quiet and lonely; no one in sight except for me. I look at the jungle gym and study the frost on the bars. I wish for a damn miracle. I twirl my foot in the snow making an imperfect circle. I switch positions and feel the papers in my back pocket; I take…
My Dad rolled the wheelchair that I was sitting in out the front doors of the hospital. I looked at my Mom and the look of relief on her face, as well as signs of sleepless nights and worry caused from the last week. My older brother walked next to my wheelchair and showed off a new action figure as if it was just another average day, excited to share new things with me. I never looked back at my Dad in that moment, but I like to think he looked at all of us with great relief, ready to go home.…