Chapter 13 Years Ago By Rudy Hepworth

After a short ten-minute walk home from school, when I finally arrived at my house, I flopped onto the couch. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was ready for the football game that night, and for the weekend to begin. My mom was sitting on the couch across from me and asked me how my day at school was. I described to her what had happened that day, and the stuff we did in my classes. As we get done talking about school, she inquired

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

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19 Facilitate learning and development activities to meet individual needs and preferences (HSC 3004) Assessment of this unit This unit introduces you to the knowledge and skills that are needed to support individuals to plan, take part in and evaluate learning and development activities. It focuses on the benefits of learning and development activities to individuals, the importance of identifying individual needs and the role of the practitioner in planning, preparing, facilitating and reviewing learning and development activities. You will need to: 1.

That day it went by to fast my brother and I tried spending as much time as I could with my dad. That night I went to bed sad I didn’t know if i would wake up in time to say goodbye to him. That morning I woke up and ran to see if my dad was still here. I ran into the kitchen first where I saw him eating ready to leave. He said that they were going to pick him up in ten minutes. Next thing you know we here a knock on the door. I went to answer the door it was some men in uniforms they were there to pick my dad up. My dad said goodbye to us I started to cry when he was leaving and so did my brothers and mom.

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

I came home that day and as I walked through the door my mom said that I needed to get an after school job so I could help out with extra expenses so I walked down the street fighting the wind to braum’s. At braum's I filled out an application and the manager loudly said I could start working there the next day.I smiled and continued walking as I walked out the sliding doors I felt eyes staring me up and down. I kept walking until I made it all the home past my mother and into my bedroom.I was very exhausted from my long day so I slowly kicked of my shoes and took off my coat and fell right into a deep sleep. I woke up early the next morning around 5 to take a hot shower and get ready for work. Weeks have passed and I was very happy working at

the next morning as we are packing for the trip back to Mexico, i went outside to say my goodbyes to my friends. But they were already on the bus going to school. I felt my heart dropped remembering about school. I went back inside to finish packing. mama and papa were in the back of the tent discussing about our trip. we walked to the train station and bought our tickets. soon after it was time to board. sitting by mama i could see tears running down her cheeks. at that second i felt like we are never coming back

It was a sunny Monday morning before school, except we didn't smell the usual bacon or sausage. So we went down stairs and checked the clock. It was 12:30 P.M. Mom kept us home from school. We asked why, and she said “We are going somewhere that will change your lives.” My brother and I ran upstairs to get our stuff. Most people have suitcases that have their initials,but my brother and I are both A.C., so we have our names. Mine, Atticus Ceallach and his, Albion Ceallach. We both grabbed our suitcases, and packed whatever we could fit (which isn't a lot). As we were packing I saw a picture of me and my friend Brooklyn at summer camp. That was the next summer of my life. I thought about how much I would miss her, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I slipped the small

It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

In Marjane Satrapi's word-specific panel about refugees fleeing north on page 89, she indicates the perilous situation of the war through taxis escaping flaming iconography. The bombing of border towns in the Iran-Iraq war forces residents to abandon their homes and belongings in the hope of finding refuge in the northern cities. The foreboding, chaotic scene underscores a period of turmoil in Iranian history. The words of the panel state, “After Abadan, every border town was targeted by bombers. Most of the people living in those areas had to flee northward, far away from the Iraqi missiles.” Satrapi sets the backdrop of warfare with intense, slightly militaristic words such as “targeted,” “flee,” and “far away”. This being a word-specific panel, the graphic

It was a nice bright morning as the sun was saying its goodbyes, fall was greeting us with gentle breezes, I was wearing a nice purple dress and my mom had braided my hair, I felt the fear running through me as I held my mom’s hand, she walked me through the doors and down the hall to my classrooms where I was greeted by my teacher with a smile as those few moments flew bye I was very distant very far I would occasionally pinched myself hoping this was all a dream my mom waved goodbye and left my classroom i quickly realized this wasn't a dream and I wouldn't be waking up anytime soon

The rest of the year we had a sub and i was very sad. The next school year i looked for her but she didn't come back. The rest of my elementary years are just a blurred mix of boring classes and my endless daydreaming. I remember my third grade teacher was crazy. One day a boy farted in one of my classes and after making him shamefully spray the room with febreze, she made him stand in the hallway the rest of the day. That's also the year i learned how to spell Mississippi. At the of my fourth grade year my mom moved to Amarillo Texas into this small camper. My dad worked out of town so my little brother sister and i all moved down to amarillo with her. She worked all day and we just stayed in the camper and “home schooled” ourselves, which consisted of daily fights with my brother over lego indiana jones and my sister… well doing whatever she did by herself. After a while my mom starting to bring us up to her new business with her and we just played in the back all day. Halfway through the year she took us to another private school and told us to get dressed for school and bring our

It was a sunny day walking home from school I finally got home and my mom, dad were on the table and my mom looked happy. She said “Faith have a seat we need to talk to you” I was confused, so I said “OK what's all this about?” My dad was like “we put in an application in for you and your sister in at a new school” “ what school dad……?” We put it in at Pinnacle Charter School” I was so mad, I didn’t even know what to say to them. I kept asking “why did you guys have to do this to me, I liked Ranum a little, but why I wouldn’t like Pinnacle as much as I like Ranum.” My mom kept saying “Ranum isn’t the right school for you!” My dad kept saying “you will have fun at Pinnacle” I was getting annoyed because I wouldn’t have fun, but then at the