Fire and Ribena: A Hermit Teenager´s View on Life

“I’m getting in the car, are you coming?” My mom yelled up to me. I grabbed my bag and rushed down stairs.

Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

“The Perpetual Adolescent” is an observational piece by Joseph Epstein. He suggests that modern adult acts much more childish than the previous generations of middle aged people. A big part of acting like a younger person is dressing like a younger person. According to Epstein, the dressed down adult is the immature adult, which in turn leads to many adults trying to copy the modern and hip youth culture. This in turn created more relaxed environments across all career fields, leaving less “true” adults. He feels that American now want to stay young forever instead of maturing into the adults of their parent's generations. Epstein believes that this mentality is flawed, leaving the people in positions of power striving

“There are worse crimes than book burning. One of them is not reading them.” The author of the novel in question, Ray Bradbury, said this statement regarding censorship and book burning, a main topic in his most famous novel Fahrenheit 451. The novel is set in a futuristic dystopia in which books and other activities that don’t offer instant gratification (such as being a pedestrian) are banned, and in the case of books, burned. The protagonist of the story, Guy Montag, goes about a journey of self-discovery and a realization of the corrupted world around him. The book offers a deep insight into the potential dangers of our society that is obsessed with instantaneous satisfaction. Fahrenheit 451 has no logical reason to be banned from the

This is an offering of the examples of adolescent development in the movie Dead Poets Society (Weir) 1989. The focus will be the development of self-esteem, achievement of autonomy, coping skills, and the development of a moral identity of the character Todd Anderson and the implications for the life span.

During middle school, I lived on 22nd Avenue and I was not permitted to play outside after five pm. There was a tiny, expensive bodega on the corner and next to that, an old, Dominican-owned beauty salon blared meringue from dawn until dusk. Mixed with that and the cars that roared by endlessly,

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

 But, then my mother came in, with her sleeping mask over her head, and her hair in tight hair curlers.

My mom was then getting pretty mad because she noticed that the lamp that broke was the one that she had just bought for a un reasonable price. She told me to get rid of the nasty thing. I walked into the living room toward the lump with a heavy chair held above my head. The lump then slowly slithered toward me cautiously. I stopped and yelled, and swung, and… and… Smash! To smash an something means you better be blocking the noise out. My mom yelled at me because I yelled way to loud. I told her that I did not want to hear a crunch from the

I went into the living room to let the mom outside to use the restroom. Came back in the my grandma’s bedroom.” My mammie , said to go check on the puppies

For dinner, I eat the apples I brought home from school. I’m suddenly interrupted by a loud ringing at the doorbell. I jolt off the couch and shut off the TV. Who could be at the door? Nobody ever rings the doorbell. Papa and I never lock the door because we can never find our keys. Mama’s inside, so it can't be her. Nobody else ever comes over. I drag a chair over to the door and stand on it to look through the peephole. There’s a stranger outside. She stands tall and is wearing a professional looking blazer like those lawyer ladies on Suits. I have to clean up! One should always clean up for guests. I look around from my perch on the chair, looking around

“Brrrring” rang the alarm. When I woke up I had to take a shower. I woke up around 7:30am just before my grandma came to pick us up(my brother Chris, sister Megan, My mom, and I). We were going to Florida to go down to Disney. All of us are riding in two airplanes down to Disney, and this will be my first plane ride that I went on. My grandma picked us up at our house and the airport is an hour away from us. When we got to the airport it didn’t take long to get through the security to the wait room before we had to go on the airplane. We waited for about an hour for it to arrive and be al set to go.

The movie thirteen is a raw psychodrama directed by Catherine Hardwicke is based on the life of a young teenage girl, Tracy Freeland whom catapults from pre adolescence/childhood to a wild and rebellious thirteen year old girl. Filmed in Los Angeles, Tracey and her mother’s relationship are put to the test when she befriends Evie. Evie is a popular girl from junior high school who introduces her to the world of sex, drugs and self-mutilation. We see a physical and psychological change in Tracey almost overnight, as her kinship with Evie transforms into a toxic relationship. Tracey’s early traumatic life experiences, manifests into a co-morbidity of depression and borderline personality disorder that affects her ability to cope with an

“WAKE UP” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “We have to go now!” My mom said at 9:00 in the morning.