Day 19 Research Paper

My first visit to Daybreak consisted mostly of learning about the facility and helping the girls work on their team building projects. When we first arrived, I begin to realize how serious the situation these girls are in is. I was told to put a lock on my phone and to not share too much information about myself. At first I was extremely nervous, but once we entered the common room with all the girls I started to feel more comfortable. These girls have been through more then I could ever imagine. I have been sheltered from drug abuse for most of my life and I never could have thought that girls so young could get caught up in hard drugs such as crack and heroin.

How I join the Army National Guard, was kind of crazy My friend name Rico campbell had told me he was about to join the Army National Guard and they were offering a $20,000 sign on bonus. I stated “do you know what we can do with all that money”. We Both went to a recruiter Name SFC (Sergeant First Class ) Tim Thomas he said “ what do you want out of life” both of us promptly replied “ I don't know”. I join The National guard that day but my Friend Rico nevered joined. After I join and Sign all the necessary paperwork SFC Thomas said “You are going to Iqra in may !”. At that time my heart dropped out of my body.

I love to tell stories about my childhood. Looking back now, through all of my life’s experiences, it almost feels like I was living in a fairy tale. It brings both joy and sadness to my heart when I share these memories with my daughter. The joy comes from remembering how things were back then and how those things impacted my life today. The sadness comes from knowing that she will never get to experience those things, therefore, she will only get to live them through me. Even now as a young woman, she will say to me from time to time, “mom, tell me a story about the Good Ole Days”!

This is my 739th day on the island. My hair is past my neck and I have almost lost all hope of ever leaving here. I miss my family and am loosing my emotions. All that matters is surviving. If we do ever get rescued which I doubt, I know I will never be anything like the boy I used to be. My only freedom here is talking to Piggy. Even if I didn’t know him before the crash, I know I have made a brother I would be the biggest train wreck ever if I lost him. About 20 days ago Jack left the group and everyday there are less and less boys. But I’ll always have Piggy. I’m glad Jack isn’t doing anything bad. Day 740. We are doing a pretty good job of keeping it civil. Jack invited us to a barbecue today. . . it would be nice to eat meat

Thank you so much for your patiently waiting on this. I will defiantly consider you 30 day notice to be the day that you first were asking on the change in enrollment. Thankfully I do have the ability to make the care that you need flexible. At this time of year enrollment doesn’t tend to change much, so even if the contract is canceled, I am positive there will be spots available to Clara and Caden, whenever needed.

Food nourishes the body and the soul. It can bring calm and peace. However, it can bring on saddened. Esquivel’s

When you mess up or run out of time, life will make it difficult to accomplish a perfect agenda, so you get to make-up the lost item on rest day. However, please remember that simply skipping the program for lack of discipline, is not part of this Shift!

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon, english class had just ended and I had only a little homework. I met my friends like normal during break, but when I was walking to my fourth period spanish class I started getting a splitting headache, as if something was trying to push through my skull. I was trying to pay attention, but I still had the headache going on, refusing to relieve me of my pain.

Food is a non-destructive; survival mechanism people need to survive. Understanding why a person might use food to cope with life is a useful strategy to helping a person

The 22nd day of May, 2005, it was a sunny day, few clouds in the sky. It also happened to be my mom's birthday. I remember it as if it were yesterday as surprising as that may seem. It was a beautiful spring day, birds chirping and kids running around. I was playing baseball outside of my house with my friend Jake. Mom inside on the phone, completely unaware of what was going to happen next. We were playing baseball, I walked over to Jake to tell him to use a different bat and just as I walked over, he swung the bat and hit me just above the eye. My head flopped back and the tears rolled down my face. Blood oozed down my cheek as I lost perception of reality. I don’t think I was fully aware of how severe the situation was until I was in the

It was a frigid February Sunday. In the suburbs of Washington DC, the weather is like an infant, no knowing what it will do. I began my day gloomy, as I have been for the past couple of days since the day Maa passed away. I raced the sun to see who could get ready quicker, and I won. My head felt quite cool for I forgot that my hair had nearly been shaved off. I had the taste of chocolate milk in my mouth from last night, the warm mug that my aunt gave me. My next challenge was to get around this labyrinth in my room to the bathroom. Instead of rustic walls, the walls consisted of guests laid across the floor, staying at our place for today.

One ‘mundane’ thing that I find marvellous is a day because my interactions are effecting people and showing who I am as a person. I have the power to learn about all sorts of things and finding out more about the world and how it works, giving me the chance to learn and create. Anyone can change in a day and can influence who someone become as a person, and a day gives anyone the power to influence anything. Although all the things that a single day can influence it can still be seen as mundane because there are so many days in a lifetime to a point where people get bored. The power that a ‘mundane’ day can give someone is crazy, I have the power to effect so many things in the present and I find that marvellous.

The urge to be surrounded by cars started early in my life. Every saturday night I was in the stands watching my dad and great uncle race around the track fighting for a win. The thunder of the cars flying by, the smell of burning alcohol and hot mud. What little boy wouldn’t think that was the coolest thing to do on a saturday night. Early on my life was revolving around cars and engines. Even from before I spit out my first word, the itch to be a car nut got to me.

My first day as a member of the 501st... it was hot, it was sandy, chaotic. Nothing at all like the simulations on Kamino. Of course that's pretty much the way it was for all of us, wasn't it? All that breeding, all those years of training... it doesn't really prepare you for the all the screaming or the blood, does it? Frankly I'm still amazed we ever made it through the first hour, nevermind the first

It was the perfect day to hang out with my friends since we were all so jubilant due to the enduring weekend that was approaching. Every week seems to pass slower and time ticks by until we are faced by summer causing us to be separated. The weekend was something all of my friends and I looked forward to. Whether it is playing football, talking, or just relaxing on the couch, we can always make a tedious day entertaining. It became more challenging to associate with my friends due to my parents having a strong disliking for some of them.