The gun fires and everyone propels up from the ground. My friends are sprinting their lives out alongside me and jumping over blockades to reach our destination, the finish. If I had been with family, it would have been significantly harder. With the gang, it’s an easy jump, powered by the will inside of each of us teenagers. To my friends and I, this obstacle wasn’t a true blockade–it never cutted off our endless supply of friendship. This obstacle was, in fact, a hurdle. A challenge. Although we are all varsity hurdlers, racing each other without tripping over 33-inch high fences isn’t all that we do together. It is the commitment to each other that bonds us in unison, empowering us to be a better person. I mean that driving culture that …show more content…
Since my pals and I are pretty sure that there is no legal way to change who our maternal parents are, we have to find the perks in the respect your elders phrase. The main benefit is that if you respect your extended family, with over ten pairs of aunts and uncles, in which you treat as grandmas and grandpas, they get attached to you. This means that they give you money. If you count how many times you see an aunt every year, plus bonuses for holidays, such as Chinese New Year, the bills really add up well. All of my friends are entitled to at least the price of a pair of good track spikes each year for hurdles. The money shapes us and what we do–not to forget about how we act in front of people. If we weren’t given money, we probably wouldn’t even do track, because no Asian parent likes to spend money on things that are “unnecessary.” Speaking of this horrid word, our parents that gave birth to us want us to do what they did back in the day, in contrary to what our more distant relatives do. Read that piece of newspaper. Kill some fire ants out there. Catch a rabbit and cook it for dinner. Probably not the last one. That would be another reason why my friends and I resort to running the hurdles. The price of joining the track team is cheap enough so that we can do something other than sitting around and be bored. An Asian family might not be the best thing that the average teenager can have, but it’s better
To tackle the housing affordability, first of all, it is crucial to lift the supply of housing as it will release the pressure on the housing price. Nevertheless, the supply of housing is inelastic as it requires an adequate fund, time, approval from the Government. Besides, the housing system is heavily dependent on the private sector. Thus, the Government should provide initiatives for housing providers to shift the supply of houses in the market. Australia would follow the policies from other countries to tackle the housing affordability. However, it has to fit in the Australian context. These policies might work well in other places but it does not mean that it will be applicable in Australia. The Singapore Government has a public
I have witnessed traumatizing events, dying men, being shot, and I went behind enemy lines 11 separate times, all for my beloved country, yet I’m branded AWOL and equated to a coward! I served the Union Army valiantly and gave it my all for 4 entire years. My hard work and dedication were immense, I took on various jobs throughout the four years. Furthermore, I served as a nurse to aid all the wounded, I was a skilled courier and a spy. I love my country for giving me refuge when times were tough, thus, I was willing to give the ultimate sacrifice to preserve it. Countless times, I was nearly killed, but I did not care because I yearned for danger and a way to contribute during the war. I, Franklin Thompson, believe I should be reinstated
The first time I saw this practice being used was at a coaches’ development day at a Category 1 academy. The reasoning behind the different placing of the players given was that “It was something different, and a different learning experience for the players”, whilst I agree with the statement, I feel that if we really look at the practice in detail there is so much more we can take from it, rather than just a different placing of the players.
While switching to a thick, Italian accent, he pinches his fingertips together on one hand, shaking them with every syllable, making me giggle. “What do you mean? Eh? I'm Italian through and through.” The mischievous grin I've grown to adore slinks along his lips as his eyes sparkle.
Throughout history many races and cultures have been discriminated against for various reasons and there have been many different methods used to discriminate against them. To focus on one race in particular the African American race was discriminated for a long period and was discriminated in various ways throughout this time. The longest and most prominent method used was slavery, then after slavery ended segregation was another method, and lastly African Americans not being treated equally or having the same rights was another method that was used to discriminate against the African American race.
George bends over and looks down his wooden pool cue. He pulls the cue back and forth aiming at the center of the cue ball, with a perfect triangle of marble pool balls behind it. He pulls the cue back further, leans on his back foot and pushes the white cue ball as hard as he cam into the balls. The balls ricochet with a crisp crack, they meaninglessly bounce around the table without purpose.
The year is 1953 and the war between the U.S and Canada is still ongoing. An airplane was flying over the Pacific Ocean on a late afternoon with ten passengers, eight were boys and the other two being the men who were flying the plane. Ahead of them was a medium-sized island thriving with trees and crabs, but there were also pigs on the island. The boys on the plane were aspiring to go to Australia to escape the war. While they were about a mile away from the island, something shot at the plane, causing both of the engines to rupture into flames. After twenty minutes, the plane had crashed into the island, creating a long scar on the left side of the island. The only surviving people were the eight boys who were petrified by the incident.
The year is 1940 and war has come to Great Britain, what the Nazis had started when they invaded Poland has now spread across Europe from Belgium to France and now the skies are filled with fire that rains down upon us. Everybody in Great Britain knew that the war would be on its way to Britain once France fell to the Nazis, only a strip of water was between us and the nightmare of the German Blitzkrieg. It was in June in 1940 that enemy planes started dropping bombs on our airports, and this continued all throughout the summer, but it wasn’t until September that they started falling on the city of London. This caused the city of London to change so quickly it felt like overnight, people were required to carry gas masks at all time in
I swiftly sauntered in to the makeup parlor and greeted Fromage Verde. He was a French makeup artist and was at the acme of his career as he transformed young spies to suit their mission. I flashed a half-heartened smile before I sat in the comfy black chair as one of his assistants draped me in a black apron. My natural ombre hair fell to my low back but it was usually pulled up into a trendy ponytail. As Fromage got to work he cut my hair to my shoulders and I cringed as I saw my hair fall to the floor. He straightened my hair and dyed it a dirty blonde hair style.
V2 grimaced as he folded his arms across his chest. A local carnival had arrived in town and was stationed in the open lot across from Toshizou's manor. For the most part, V2 hated crowds of people, they drove him mad, not to mention the odor their bodies gave off when V2 was close enough to smell the blood that ran through their very veins.
I am living in the North Georgia Mountains of Georgia. Currently, a war that is supposed to “End All Wars” is going on this year, 1918. My father has been drafted in to this bloody war. I miss him dearly. Why cannot all of the countries of the world get along nicely? Do they not realize that if they did, their would be no conflict, and everyone would be living in peace and solitude. My mother has took up a new job at the artillery factory during the day, and she works for a farmer in the fields in the evenings. Poor mother can’t catch a break. I do not do much schooling or education. There is not much time for it. I have to watch over my brother, Jasper, who is 4, and my baby sister, Juliette, who is 18 months old. Father was drafted right
I also renewed ads in familiar underground B&D papers. Calls started coming in immediately for private sessions and questions about the play-parties and fantasy theatre! In addition, I was still receiving calls from men who wanted an interview-consultation with me for the purpose to inquire about becoming a slave in service to me.
Men know deep down that a woman has emotions attached to an affair, whereas we believe we are detached from serious emotions when we do the exact same thing. If I could make Karen believe that I was capable of letting her grow as she saw fit and totally count on me to be supportive even at the risk of my personal feelings, she would ultimately be loyal to me. Or, at least loyal long enough for me to play house with her without too much emotional damage.