Don 't Just Scratch The Surface Essay

Currently in Fairfax County, Virginia access to child care, and being able to afford it are often crucial determinants in deciding if both parent will work. Most families have three options for securing child care. First, parent(s) can stay at home and care for their children. Which is an option that my family and I chose because child care is so expensive we could not afford it nor do we qualify for subsidized child care. Second, parents can pay for child care out of pocket.

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

As I got my nerve back I asked the boy who he was. He introduced himself as Burris Ewell. He wasn’t too bright. I asked him how to spell his name. But the imbecile couldn’t. I looked up my medical book to find how to get rid of cooties, before suggesting that he was to go home and wash his hair. Burris didn’t like my suggestion that the other students might catch them. He stood up and glared at me. Only then I saw how dirty he really was. He was in dire need for a bath. There was no way he was coming into my classroom again like that.

It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped by this boy named Tommy. From a glance, he seemed timid, shy, and a bit nerdy but he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. On the opposite side of hallway walked the jocks or so-called “cool kids.” No one dared to speak up against them, it was as they were wanting everyone to fear them. All of a sudden the toughest of the group slowly walked up to where we were sitting, opened up his water bottle, and poured it all over Tommy. He slurred racist and inappropriate comments, kids all around me began to burst out into laughter.

It’s 5 months after I started school and Julian the jerk kid is still a jerk. I guess things never change,but I want to punch him in the face I will one day. It’s on a Sunday morning and I’m walking in our park and I’m thinking about Julian and how stupid he is and I just get so mad at him. But suddenly I hear something or someone yelling “HELP!” I’m not sure who it is but I decided to check it out and it was August he was getting beat up by Julian that’s it I thought. So here's what I did I ran up to Julian and picked him up,slammed him on the ground and punched him. He looked so scared and he just got up and ran away. “Thanks,” August said. I said

It was pretty odd suddenly coming in during the middle of the school year like this but at least another boy also started today - his name is Arnold but he told me that his reservation calls him Junior. Arnold seemed like he was trying to be nice but his actions came across more as being peculiar and basic signs of someone that I would not usually associate myself with. Reardan is much smaller than my old school but I guess that I should have expected that moving from the city to this exhaustingly infinitesimal farm town. I could tell that it was going to be quite different from the moment that I stepped into my first hour class and there were only nineteen students at the most sitting in the small room. The group of students all seemed pretty close to each other, like they had all gone to elementary school together and their families had cookouts on the weekends. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I skyped my (old?) cheer squad during lunch period - the girls all wanted to make sure that I was doing all right. My immediate answer was a pretty unenthusiastic, “No,” I missed my friends. With a frown I explained that the entire school was one short hallway in length and that no one here knew the good music, we then commenced in a few minutes of light conversation before I had to return to class. I have to get out of this town sooner rather than later, before my mental health takes any more

The main purpose of this assessment is to guarantee a healthy baby, with low risk to Angie’s health. At present Angie weigh’s 177.5 lbs. and her height is 5’5”, this puts her BMI at 30 she is classified as being obese (Grosvenor & Smolin, 2015, p. 292). She is currently experiencing some complications at this stage in her pregnancy. Additionally she desires to keep her weight in line with the recommended weight gain guidelines for pregnant women which are about 11-20 lbs., during her entire nine months of pregnancy (Grosvenor & Smolin, 2015, p. 369).

In 2015 the American Federal Government received 3.176 trillion dollars in taxes (‘whitehouse.gov’, 2015). In the same fiscal year, the American Federal Government spent 3.759 trillion dollars. Those trillions were collected by its Internal Revenue Service which is governed by Internal Revenue Code. The Internal Revenue Code is 74,608 pages long. For comparison the New American Edition of the Holy Bible is 1,900 pages. American taxpayers don’t want tax professionals; American taxpayers need tax professionals who specialize in navigating the current labyrinth that is the IRC. Americans are obligated to pay for the services the government provides. There’s an old saying about “a fool and his money”. Americans may be some the most charitable people in history, but they would be foolish not to protect themselves from overpaying taxes. It is virtuous to attempt to save the wealth one has generated in ones lifetime in order to secure prosperity for their families and posterity.

I chose to write about the short story "A&P." The story takes place in a small town in the late 60's, in a vacation town of sorts with a general store, few residents. What I received from the setting, was a very low maintenance town where "everybody knows everybody" (very tight community) most likely old school beliefs and structures (religion, dress code, ethics, morals, ext…strict) and for a short time tourists come to live for a while, and in a sense shake up the foundation of the town a bit with their outside beliefs and values.

It was a very hot sunny morning, as I walked in the crowded, small hallway of Conquering Word Christian Academy, I had a very mean facial expression my face. I slowly walked in the class and took my seat in the small, dirty brown desk. As class was about to begin, I saw people looking at me with very intense eyes, in which I then turned around and asked everyone what they were looking at with an angry tone of voice. My

Mr. Ells room 476. I walk in and see only two students in the room, a very tall kid in a trench coat, and a average sized kid also wearing a trench coat. I awkwardly sit down in the closest seat I could find avoiding any contact with those boys. Time passes by and the rest of the kids come in and sit down. Last of all to come in was the teacher. "Keith and Riley, please take the sunglasses off in class, I am 110% sure there is no sun in here" The class laughs as they take them off. I glance at the tall one who I think is Riley, he looks at me back with a terrifying but somewhat friendly smile. An hour passes and I am off to my second class. While I'm looking at my schedule in the hallway, Riley and Keith approach me. "Hey kid, are you new?" asks Riley. "Yeah, I just moved here from Jefferson" Keith chimed in saying "Jefferson? Really? That school sucks ass dude, sorry you had to go there". Before I could even get a word in Riley followed up with "I'm sure you know our names already, but I'm Riley Watters and that is Keith Johnson, my brother from another mother" I quickly reply. "Nice to meet you guys, gotta go" and I speed down the hallway into the void of

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into