Amanda Calkins is someone that very few people would consider a role model. A twenty one year old

She took of her glasses and stared at me. “I’ll tell you why,” she said.

Amanda is a desperate mother who is “clinging frantically to another time and place.”() Caught between the past and the present, she has a hard time coming to terms with the fact her life had passed her by. She hopelessly uses escape

Once reaching class I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't late this time. I gave each of the members their bags before taking a seat in the back and took out my sketch pad. I unconsciously began

Amanda is a 16-year-old sophomore at DeWalt Alternative School who lives in La Porte, Texas with her mother, step-father, and older sister. Amanda and her mother, Mrs.

My heart is in my throat as I walk onstage. The curtain opens, and the dance number starts. I see my friend Maggie come out with the rest of the graceful dancers. She looks at ease, and I start to sweat. I remember the dance moves that Sophie taught us. Up, step, back, tease and turn. As I move my way up to the front of the circle, I try to remember the lines that I have to

Critical Casebook of interpreting Amanda wheels you from seeing the struggling mother to the terrible excuse for a mother that most would call social services to leave her an empty-nester. Rasco brings images of the “death-house” she created for her children. I do have to say, this image did make me laugh, of course you must laugh, or you would cry. Rasco’s distain for Amanda is evident with statements of “destroying every vestige of hope and beauty and joy.” The accounts of Amanda bring a perspective that many have come to including Jones, that further the views of her selfishness, valuing money or gentleman caller’s over her daughter’s own happiness.

"No, look I promise I can do it!" Pete huffed. He strummed and produced a horrible sound.

“Well….” I replied, unsure what to say. I gave her the look that said ‘I know what you're doing.’

“I’m sorry. I will practice harder.” Lance’s voice came out stuttered and fast. His cheeks still red and breathing off.

“I’m not making any promises that she will say yes, though. I will do my best to show her your more,” I look him up and down, “ understanding and less overwhelming side...” Orsino scoffs at me.

My hands were shaking, my body was shaking, I was feeling very uneasy about the dance. I still felt I had not gotten enough practice. I performed the dance with a smaller group of people than the full group so that we could all be examined by the judges more carefully. Being examined more carefully was extremely stressful. The judges were able to see my every step. My heart started racing as the music started. There was no turning back now. Everything I worked for reflected on this moment. All my worries washed away as I took the first step. I was halfway done with the dance. The hardest part was coming up. Leap, turn, place my leg carefully so that I could land in the perfect way. Heart thumping, anxiety coming back. As I was in the air I moved my leg so that I could land perfectly and all of a sudden I fell. I messed up but had to continue. I felt so embarrassed but I was very proud of all the work I had put into memorizing it. The dance was over. I messed up one time but I kept reminding myself that everybody messes up sometimes. I was afraid of the results that I would receive on Sunday. I woke up to an email that I had gotten onto the JV dance team along with my friends. I was ecstatic and so were my friends. Ever since dance started I have gotten so much closer with the girls that I dance with and I would definetly recomend dance team to anyone who is interested in

She looked back up, her expression changing from guilt to her eyes shining. “You’re also the strongest in your age group. That’s why I

"Well, sure, go right ahead," he said, his voice unnaturally deep. "You do it every day anyway during training," he added. The woman beside him snorted in laughter.

It was Monday chilling morning and I get prepared for my class. I had to go to school early that day in order to get time to walk around the whole building looking for my class since it was my first day of class. I arrived twenty minutes early and luckily enough my class was not far from where I park my car. I entered the building and climb upstairs since the rooms from 200-250 were upstairs. I felt so excited when I meet with other students waiting outside my class 212. Within a short time, Mr. Beltran arrived and we enter in for the session

"Tres bien. So, my girls have Francois spoken to you, thus far," she questioned them.