Creative Writing: The AA Meeting

Many of the same individuals were present for both meetings. It was interesting to see that those who have been coming to the meeting have stationed themselves in a specific seat of area in the room. Along with seating arrangements, it appeared to be the same people sitting with one another. I had also noticed that one man attends the meetings and presents announcements specific to events associated with AA. He also presents announcements which are related to the church who allows the meetings to be held. I want to assume that the man attends the church but also attends the church. In contrast, this meeting was hosted by two men. Both men are active participants in the discussions and share their

Group Dynamics. The meeting was formal and it commenced exactly at eleven o’ clock and ended exactly at twelve o’ clock. However, once the meeting was over, members could stay for informal

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Al-Anon meetings start by going over the meeting, then roll call is done, next is the new member welcome, and then the twelve steps and traditions are read. Roll call is when members go around the table introducing themselves to group and other member say welcome. New member welcome is done, when a new person shows up the meeting. The person is given a new member welcoming packet and Al-Anon is explain to them. Members takes turn in reading the twelve steps and traditions. After the opening, a member leads the group in a discussion of Al-Anon approved literature. That night the discussion was on forgiveness. The meeting closed with the serenity payer. There was not any major distractions or inappropriate behavior that went on. The only minor distraction that happens was candy wrappers being

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

My name is Jeffrey I was born in Mississippi 1989,June 9 where I came from a trailer there.We spent most of our life there in Mississippi. We made kin friends kinda more that family than friends and had a couple of hilarious jests together I felt like I was gunna spend the rest of my life there but I guess not.My family got into some trouble gambling so me and my family was thinking to flee and go to Alabama.So we took a destination stay with Aunt Sheela for a a week or a month to see if we can find a way to get out of this trouble.

“No, I all these empty glasses mean I’m perfectly fine,” A bitter taint infected your words as your vision drifted to seven, empty glasses; contents turning blood to alcohol- alcohol to liquified dreams, their only use fueling your body with the bottled rage they proudly owned. You knew too much. Nothing could ever be the same again.

That summer she found her father.  He allowed her to move in but the relationship was awkward.  He did not approve of her attraction with men and her lazy and messy ways.  After she got arrested at a bar, she was sent home to Medford.  But she still had a goal to go to Hollywood and become a famous actress (John 3).  When she could not pay her share of the rent of her apartment,she went to live with a woman named Dorothy French that was very sympathetic for her.  Elizabeth lived with the Frenches without working or contributing in her stay until she was offered a ride back to L.A. by a salesman named Robert Manley who became a big suspect in the murder.  The next day he dropped her off at the Biltmore Hotel,where she was meeting her sister (John 4).

After I got there, the meeting was called to order by the person in charge of the meeting. The man read some things that were in a book, I do not know what it really know what the book was called. Then three of the people that were there for the meeting also reads something to the group. The person in charge of the meeting then asked if there were any newcomers or people attending that particular meeting for the first time who care to introduce themselves only by their first name. Next the person in charge of the meeting made some announcements about AA and the days and times that they have meeting at their location. Then finally, the person in charge of the meeting began to talk on the topic. After everyone who wanted to share, they allowed the

Over all, The meeting was well structured because there were members from others AA groups that attended to. The meeting I attended was conducted by the group " Unidad y Armornia" and others two invited groups that joined it such as, Volver a vivir and buscando la verdad. I liked the fact that all the invited groups had enough time to share their experiences with each other.This occurred because they were considerate to each other and managed properly their own talk-timing.So, all people from different groups had the time to be heard. Moreover, the meeting was conducted in Spanish and all the members were from Latinos backgrounds, especially Dominicans and Mexicans.

Elizabeth fell very ill. She died later that year on December 8, 1811 at the age of 24 to Tuberculosis. Young Edgar was between the age of two and three at the time of her death. All of his siblings were separated. He was later adopted by John and Frances Allan. He had to move to Richmond, Virginia to live with his new foster family. Once at Richmond,this couple showered Edgar Poe with things Frances Allan showered him with love and affection. John showered him with money, but John also abused Edgar during it. He was raised as a southern gentleman by John, who was a very wealthy tobacco exporter. Edgar did not like John Allan, In fact, he didn’t like men at all because he saw them as cruel and vile creatures. He still stayed with the

What is considered a typical response to a traumatic event? A phrase that comes to mind is “Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!” Is this supposed to help the victim, or is it meant to make us, the speaker, more comfortable? Is this said to make the situation easier to handle?

Darlene turned off her cell phone and tossed it into her bag. She batted at her cheeks, and Walker pretended that her tears were invisible. If she was upset over anything else, he would try and comfort her. When it came to the subject of Tracey’s recent heavy alcoholism, though, he backed off. It had only taken one punch from her small, accurate fists to learn the topic was off limits unless she started the conversation.