English Essentials Recount. What Children Need Most Are

To the right of me, the lifeless street was lined up with parked cars that intensely watched your every movement like a predator watching its prey, waiting for the right moment to take its life. On my left were houses, apartments, and businesses that are packed together like little deceased sardines that just stare at you with their unblinking eyes; which are packed together in a small tin can. I stopped in my tracks as a silhouette jumped out of the shadows and into my path. Standing before me was a creature. Odd? I raised an eyebrow at the creature that was four times larger, then the average gray wolf. Its fur mimicked that of

In the dark foggy alley Normîrel ran. The smell of rain and sour milk filling the air. She ran down the long narrow alley way, watching mice scurry as her feet splash in the clear dirty rain puddles. Her heart ponding in her chest. Hearing the sound of the motorcycle behind her, her heart stopped. Running faster, Normîrel turned on to the street and down the other alley. With the sound of her footsteps echoing in her ears. A car pulled up at one end of the alley. Making another turn in the twisty foggy alley way, Normîrel fell. The screams of her pain raining out in the cold brisk air. Hearing footsteps, Normîrel crawled to some near-by dumpsters and hid. The footsteps getting louder and close, Normîrel stayed as quite as she could while trying to muffle her cries of pain. Her leg is dirty with the dark red color and she chocked on the smell of gas and smoke that filled her nose.

Alistair Graves once owned a dog called Henry. It was a dull beast, sleepy in his youth, immobile upon entering his teens. He was a useless lump of shedding fur and for an animal that moved so little, he managed to get underfoot in an utterly maddening way. He was a mutt and when they discovered he had heartworms, there had been little discussion before it was decided it would be better to put him down. Alistair had taken the words carelessly; what difference did it make? He spent that night curled beside Henry, face buried in his fur, sobbing uncontrollably.

After reporting the outcomes of this research, researchers decided to distinguish between the main literacy assessment and different core literacy tasks, like underlining a sentence in a paragraph. Researchers mentioned that the core tasks “required little or no inference on the part of the respondent” (p.2). In fact, the major literacy assessment—the part including real reading—was the part which needed inference. In other words readers make inferences as they recognize information in a text (Pressley,

The Black Beast picked up speed after Johnny had safely navigated around even more road debris. Then at about forty miles-per-hour he struck one of the dead that was unavoidably occupying the roadway. It was a scrawny but tall man with brown hair and a neatly trimmed Fu Manchu. He was no match for the Black Beast’s side fender as it swatted him away like a fly. The forceful impact sending him careening out of the street and into a fire hydrant shattering his femur when he ricocheted off it. The immense force had also snapped his spine like a toothpick, and when he finally came to a rest in the front parking lot of Marvin’s pool supplies his jumbled body laid in ruin with his leg bone piercing up out his ripped trousers.

Genaro is a kind little boy who comes from a Hispanic background. He loves pretending to cook when in dramatic play at school. He has some language issues with the English language. The teacher and parents are working with him to make sure that he is reaching his fullest potential and is meeting his goals. He is shy and tends to play off to himself at times.

Some people have grandparents, and others don’t. I am so incredibly blessed to be a part of my grandmother’s family. Unfortunately, I don’t get to see this loving person very often. She lives in Canada alongside the rest of my family. When I lived in Michigan my parents, brother and I owned a trailer in Canada that we would go to all of the time. In 2012 we moved to Ohio, so we had to sell the trailer. My grandma comes to visit us around three times a year, and we go down to see her on some holidays. I have grown to appreciate her more and more. I hear a lot of people say they love their grandparents, so I ask them, “Why?” I get many responses like, “They give me expensive presents!” or “They make really good food!” My grandma does this, too, but it’s so much more than that. She teaches me how to speak with love, encourages me to put in effort, and helps me realize that the little things matter.

The next morning, my neighbor brought me back to the farm. There was nothing left to what had been the family farm. Every morning I would help my dad do chores, but not anymore. As I walked past all the rubbish, all that was left were dead animals. The silo still stood tall and a bulk tank that had busted with milk coming down the side, still sat there all bent out of shape. I went up to my parents and gave them a big hug. Seeing all those burned and bloated cows that couldn’t do anything but be burned alive, was an awful thing to see. But that’s only

I knew from a very young age that my family wasn 't a “typical” family, my parents were always working or neglecting my brother and I. If it wasn 't for my grandparents I wouldn 't know what unconditional love is. Throughout all my struggles and mistakes in life, they continue to support and love me without question.

Have you ever stared in the eyes of a vicious animal? Have you ever experienced a creature, so big and strong that your life almost ended? Let me sum it up for you. It was a scalding Sunday morning and I decided I was going to go to my friend Jaylen’s house to see his new pet dog. I got out of my bed and threw on some clothes.

The journal article titled, Children and Their Basic Needs, reveals some of the difficulties facing children raised in impoverishment and particularly long-term poverty. Authors, Debra Prince, and Esther Howard reflect on the personalities of impoverished children, while presenting—to the reader—a look at how these children’s behaviors identify with psychologist Abraham Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs and the obstructions preventing these children from obtaining those basic needs. This article will demonstrate how Maslow’s theory serves as the axis for each layer of the developmental process while “[highlighting] the obstacles presented by poverty in the attainment of basic needs” (28). In this paper I will recapitulate each of Maslow’s five

Here, birds outside twittered in the trees and leaves rustled softly in the breeze. A horse snorted in a nearby paddock. Sounds floated past, without sharp intrusion into the room. The breeze refreshed and calmed me.

The helpless cries of my dog and the vicious snarls of the other are sound that will echo in my ears forever. That day, I thought that I would lose the pet who had been my best friend for nine years. It was late spring, and I had the day off of school. This was a big deal, according to my sixth grade mind, and I wanted to make the most out of my day. The sun was shining brightly, and when my best friend requested a video chat, on Skype that afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea to continue the conversation with him outside. My biggest regret from that day was letting my dog outside with me.

It was nine o’clock although it could have been midnight. The main street was deserted except for a man pulling his bull terrier away from the base of a lamp post. An ambulance siren wailed in the distance. Occasionally, a car hissed past spitting up spray. Persistent winter rain permeated my fur coat, saturated my hair and drooled down my face into my scarf. I was cold wet and eager to get indoors. Long dark and menacing. Though dark, the alley lured me in with the promise of a speedy arrival home. Momentarily I hesitated at its entrance. A hundred yards away stood a single street lamp that offered a dim amber light at the alleyway’s turning. The pole of the street light had been defaced with rude drawings of body parts and derogatory words. My gut feeling told me to leave this unfamiliar alley - and quickly. but down the alley, past the turning and another 20 yards and I would be home. 120 yards and 3 minutes rather than 300 yards and 10 minutes. Although I was hesitant I took the first step into the alley as warmth and dry clothes beckoned. I walked on in fear.

Sam’s broken sneakers never left the dirty, cold ground as he gently pours the icy clear water into the rusty cans. He crouches next to the door quietly maneuvering his nimble hands around the once smooth iron bars. He peers at the eyes glaring back at him. The black eyes are like the black holes of the universe, swallowing the light that seeps from the cracks of the door. Sam softens his gaze as the creature has won this battle. He suddenly inhales the dry air and shutters as the pain from his heart dissipates. The presence of blood lingers above his taste buds and fills his nostrils. Sam 's tongue twists and turns in the desert the tongue lives in.