Analysis Of Rudy Hepworth 's ' I Didn 't Long Until Summer ' Essay

It was after the recital which id been waiting outside of since the start. It was dark, so dark I couldn't see the whisky bottle i had been drinking from. Finally, after waiting for a long while kids started to exit the school. I think i must of been pretty drunk because the youngest Finch child looked like a ham. When the kids got on their way I began to follow them. I don’t know how but i guess they heard me and stopped. Lucky for me it was dark enough that they couldn’t see me. They stopped again, but this time they screamed something. Maybe they saw someone they knew but i just ignored it. The third time they stopped i went for it. I snatched them up and mashed and squished at the ham shaped child. Then the boy came a shoved her out of my arms. I chuckled at the boy. He was so small and scrawny, it was hysterical that he thought he could fight me. I let him struggle for a little and then i pushed him to the ground. His elbow hit the concrete and made a loud crack. After that a strange man came out of nowhere. Ha came at me with a knife of some sort and before i could fight back i was up against the tree and everything went

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

I showed up to school and stuffed my backpack, full of scribbled drawings of dogs and trees, into my cubby. I was about to sit on my specific colored square on the expanse of gridded carpet when the teacher came up to me and told me that my mom would be taking me home early for a doctor’s visit. Knowing that I had only played doctor, it sounded like fun! The man would probably put on a white coat and look at my ears through a tube and maybe even listen to my heart beat through a styrofoam cup, no big deal. The day came and went and my mom had arrived to take me to the doctor’s office. The car ride passed the same as they always did, I smashed my face on the window and watched as the trees, and people, and cars rolled along by. After we arrived, we entered the little square building and sat in the waiting

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

When we got to school i went to my locker and dumped all of my books on the floor like I did with the cereal. My best friend came over and she was in a really happy mood. She told me Mr. Peters would like to see you. I thought oh what now. I went to his office and he told me you need to stop being so mean and rude to people. You have bullied Emily many times. You told Mike that you would choke him and steal his lunch. I slumped down the back of my set and said I am sorry.

“We were headed outside but before I could get out of the classroom I got shoved into the closet. I...I never got to see the sun…..” She trailed off before bursting into tears. The teacher's eyes immediately filled with sympathy for Margo and a thought crossed her mind; however, she immediately dismissed it for it was completely bizarre. Then the thought of this poor girl who was bullied simply because she remembered something that other students couldn’t.

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

It was a Monday morning in october, a work day. I usually would go to school but I had the day that monday for parent teacher conferences. I was in second grade. Even though I had off of school, my mom still had to go to work. She worked at a private school, which didn't have conferences that day. My alarm went off, and I crawled out of bed. I “Why do I still have to get up early? I don't even have school” I thought, as I dragged myself across the hall to the bathroom. I got myself ready for school, and my mother and I were out the door.

“Why should I, you little idiot?” I round the corner. Shoved up against the lockers is Timmy; my brother. Standing over him is Chris; who bullies the less popular kids. In Chris’s hand lay Timmy’s lunch box and binder. I feel heat swirl in my chest. Timmy, who is one of the nicest guys I know, is getting picked on because he is considered a “nerd” at our school. I look around. There’s a few onlookers, but none of them are stepping in to help Timmy. Chris grabs some carrots out of the lunchbox and tosses them down the hallway. With a snicker he says, “fetch doggie.”

Summary: I started out as a kid that doesn’t use his head with 6 good friends, but after a series of events I was left with 4. I got involved in a murder that Johnny committed and used Dally to hide from the law. After about 5 days Johnny decided enough was enough and that he had to confess. However, the church we were hiding in which used to be our safeplace went down in flames and dragged Johnny with it. After he said his last words to me in the hospital, Dally couldn’t handle it and died outside of a grocery store. I couldn’t take the thought of the ones I once held close gone so I went delirious. A concussion was the culprit. When my little episode ended I still couldn’t go back to normal. My grades went down so far my english teacher had a talk with me. He said that I had one theme to do to higher my grade. That theme became the whole story and it was the best thing I could've ever written.

I get up, and yawn I knew I had school today so I stumble to my feet. I knew my mother would be really mad at me. I run down the stairs as Nathan yells food is done. i beat my brother and my sister down the stairs because i knew they wouldn't save any food for me. as i ran down the steps i yelled through the door what we having…… i looked it was oatmeal with ham i stopped dead in my tracks i knew this was going to be nasty. i told Nathan i didn't want any he said oh you have to have some. i pout and say no thanks i hate oatmeal it's horse food. she picked me up and sat me on the chair. Nathan said you will not leave until all the food is gone off your plate my face gets red i always would like to think i was Tinkerbell off of peter pan cause

In “Just as the Summer Began to Say Summer” the author uses harsh repetitive language and mechanical references in order to reveal her perception of a school environment which helps the reader realize the negative component in the education system.

With gigantic fear in my brain I ran to the kitchen. The kitchen is a great base for armory. Well, I was thinking smart, i took the best weapon of all, a broom. The deadliest of them. I was like a ninja, more specific like samurai is running through the hall to the door. My mind was not thinking, couldn't imagine who was it. Because I knew my parents never come that early. And they boycott to open the door with the key, they knock. And it couldn't be my brother, he was in Ukraine. As I see the door open just a tiny crack, i close my eyes and hit. With all my power, i smack someone in the face with the broom. All you could hear is a slam of the broom. As I open my eyes, I see my Mom. With a enormous shock I was stunt. Couldn't talk or do anything. And there it goes , “ Are you kooky? What are you doing? What's the matter with you? With a big anger she screamed. Well, she never said that in English, she shrieked that in Ukrainian with inappropriate language. The translation is better. She walked in, like a bull entering arena. She closed the door gently. I was surprised that she never smacked it. “ Why did you do that? Did you become crazy with those video games? You always sit in that room and play your silly video games, can you at least go

I turned around at my mom and said i'm not going to get the groceries if you don't see me. I knew the gang of boys was going to see me the next morning. Then I ran onto my bed and. But she didn't know I was not going to get those groceries even if she held a gun to my head. I stayed in my room and listened to my music for the rest of the night. The next morning I woke up super early at 5:00 and tiptoed down to the kitchen and got a banana, money, and the list. I packed my bag and ran. Later I was on the side of 5th street and saw someone someone big,tall and familiar. It was my dad. I ran over to him and gave him a big hug and started crying. We had a good conversation about mom and how we were both doing. Then he asked why I was running away