Bob Marley's Get Up, Stand Up

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning; I let it play a little more as the alarm was my favorite song. Instead of being cranky by the alarm, I bumped to it. The birds chirped from all angles, the neighbor’s dogs barked at each other, while he was

On a sunny summer morning at my house the annoying birds woke me up as always, but this was not an ordinary day. I was going to my friend Bruno's house. His house was just on the other side of Lake Tranquility. There was two weeks of summer left before we had to go back to jail which is also known as school. I was going to go to his house at 11:50 in the morning. I had pancakes with syrup for breakfast, then I got my clothes on and packed a bathing suit in a bag for Bruno’s house, because he has a pool. I watched Netflix and played on my kindle for a while.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

Twenty-one years old my middle brother began to drink constantly on a regular basis. Problems back home had influenced him in drinking, but also the people he correlated himself with back then. He took quite some time to overcome his addiction, but during his intoxicated moments he resembled that of Victor’s family. One night during my brother’s intoxication my brother had come down to our house to get away. When my brother rang the doorbell, I quickly rushed towards the door, opening it to find my brother’s eyes bloodshot red. Walking in face forwards he slowly took what felt like one hundred paces to our red couch, which already contained a few broken springs on the left cushion. Once reaching the target he plopped down like a heavy book

It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school and my room isn’t clean!!” It was so early, even the taxi drivers were sleeping. My real name is

“Time for school Rosy.” said Riley as she went to Rosy’s room to wake her up. After Rosy got dressed, Riley drove her to school at East High School. As she takes a seat in Mrs. Rogers’ math class, the bell rings. Mrs. Rogers is about to close the door till Adam Matthews, the most popular guy and one of the best athletes in school, sprints in. Mrs. Rogers said “You are late once again Adam. You are failing my class, so I have no option, but to assign you a tutor to help with your studies starting

Later, I lay awake in bed. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and I feel like someone is watching me. I pull the blinds up on the window, but there’s nothing to be seen but darkness. The ‘digi-clock’ on my bedside reads twelve o’ clock. I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

I woke up before the sun did. Sitting up in my bed, I sat motionless for a moment as the dim light of early dawn began to illuminate my room. Finally, I got up, heading over to the sink to get myself a glass of water. After extinguishing my thirst, I took a quick glance out my window, seeing the sun barely showing itself just beyond. It was about time to get ready for work. I grabbed my toolbox and loaded it with a small granola bar and a bottle with a bit of whiskey still left inside. I grabbed my light-gray collared shirt, my overalls, and a pair of ruffled pants. I picked up my black shoes and grabbed my hat off the coat hanger at the door. I turned the doorknob of my room and stepped into the hallway, locking the door behind me. As I headed

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into

With five minutes left before school began, they considerably ignored the speed limit in order to arrive on time. Jeff screamed, “I would rather be late than go 65 miles per hour in a 35 mile per hour area!” With the school in sight, a blaze of red and blue lights flashed around the car. With the music on full volume, Katie was oblivious to the squadron of police cars and helicopters surrounding her vehicle. Knowing she would be incarcerated, Jeff sprinted to the front entrance of the school and lunged for the door handle. Before he could reach it, the principal, Mr. Marley, stepped directly in front of him. “Saturday school it is,” he scoffed while opening the door for Jeff. After arriving in his first period class, his favorite teacher, Mr. Garvey, handed him an assignment. In the top right corner of the page, it read in red ink, “Due at the end of class.” Noticing there were only eight minutes left to finish his in-class essay, he scribbled down whatever crossed his mind. At the end of the day, Mr. Garvey called Jeff into his office. In his left hand, he held the in-class essay he assigned that day. Before passing out onto the ground, Jeff caught a glimpse of a large red ‘F’ stamped on his

Ring, went the bell signaling that fourth period was over. "Yay! We Mr. Bond's class next," I excitedly told my best friend Danniele as we walked out of art. "Ugh, I wish Mrs. Jones taught art at Dean," she said as we walked to class. After the short walk to class, I took my seat next to Danniele and got out my homework. As the bell rang for family time to begin, a guy walks in with a schedule in his hands, Based on that and the whispers around me, I figure out that he's the new kid. The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. That's when it hit me he looked like a kid I knew named Jaymez back in first grade but I wasn't sure. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Quickly I shook the idea from my head and paid attention to what Mr. Bond was saying.

Morning came much too quickly, I barely managed a few hours of sleep. A beam of light shot straight into my vision, having penetrated the thin curtains. The droning of my alarm clock piercing my sub conscious. I would have to find a taxi to drive me to my workplace, so I left earlier than normal.

On Monday October 29,2017 I woke up in Haverhill, Massachusetts at 7 in the morning, but that morning didn't feel like I was in Haverhill. I woke up in a daze,my mother on the other side of the door, “ Babez wake up it’s 7 now”. The daze could have

Bob Marley and The Wailers: The Influence Bob Marley and the Wailers were an influential reggae group from Jamaica. The group produced music that was inspiration for the people of Jamaica. Both in their struggles for freedom and equality. The one inspiration for the musicians was the teachings of Rastafarianism: a type of monotheism religion. Monotheism literally means the belief in only one God. Rastafarians believe in one God called Jah. They believe that Jah sent his son in the form of a man named Haile Selassie I. Rastafarians also believe that speech is very important, because through speech they can feel the presence and power of God. When the Wailers released their first record called “Simmer Down” it sold over 80,000 copies (“Early Wailers”). Rastafarian teachings also influenced many of the later albums the band would produce. Robert Nesta Marley and the Wailers developed great music full of love and inspiration. The band produced music with strong messages, high energy performances with proactive audiences, and high levels of performer engagement.

For the people in the audience, few would see it as a religious event. However, for Bob Marley this may have been his way to convey different messages. This way, the question of religiosity or lack thereof can be based off authorial intent or reader response. For example, according to the lyrics of the song, Marley says “Oh, Jah love, Jah love protect us” multiple times throughout the song. In Rastafari, the belief system that Marley aligned with at the time, Jah is a word that they use for God. So, with these elements, along with Marley wanting to convey a message, it is clear that this event is a religious one.