Her. My best friend, my un-biological sister, the calmness of my drama. She has many titles to her name, well from me at least. But unfortunately bad friend is one of them. It all started last year. Our first year in a new school. Our first year in middle school. I can just remember about how we were wishing things wouldn’t change. But they did.
This past year my very best friend has treated me like dirt. I was not the wind beneath her wings, but the dirt beneath her feet. She has treated me like a no one. She has pointed out my flaws, order me around like a slave, embarrassed me to a point of no return. Yes my parents know about it, and even some friends too but they do not confront her because they are waiting on someone, waiting on
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I’m always wishing and hoping for it to come true, us going back to the way we were. But it hasn’t come true, and it won’t. I keep telling myself it’s just a phase and she’ll pass over it soon. But I’m only kidding myself. . I always thought when I was littler, that we would be best friends forever. That she would be my maid of honor and I would be hers. That when we get older our children would be the best of friends, like us, and they would be happy which would make us happy. But every time I get on my cell phone and have the same repeated one minute conversation I’m thinking that is less likely to be true
I told her best friends forever and I meant it. Now I’m thinking that I want to rip her to shreds then put her back together again just so she could be the dirt beneath my feet. But I don’t do it because I know I am her better half. But I can not be so sure about her being mine. As I am writing this I am thinking about my other friendships and how those friends are probably my better half but instead of choosing them I’ll always choose her. I guess I’m too wrapped up in thinking about my horrible friendship that I’m not thinking about the way it can be fixed. I want to fix it. I also want to tell her what a horrible friend she has been and how I want nothing else but for us to break apart. But I don’t because I love her.
I tell people that I’ll go up and tell her what she’s been this past year. I want the courage more than anything and I
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Dorothy and I have been friends for 11years now. We meet at a nursing home where we both work as CNA’s . She is no long a cna , she does something completely different. We can go months without talking and then decide we need each other. We can start right back up where we left off. We have been there for each other though up’s and down’s. I can call her anytime and she will answer. We need to spend more time together and commutate more. When she would call I would be always busy with school or work. I didn’t making time for her like I should. I hated doing this because I knew it hurt her feelings and one of these days she is going to get fed up with it and stop being my friend. So I started making
12 years ago, Gina and I had first met at a fateful Daisy Scout meeting—but 7th grade was when we ecstatically joined the photography club and bonded over photoshoots of the snowy soccer field, daisy bouquets, and the town’s architecture. Freshman year, she persuaded me to join the tennis team with her, and from the experience, I've grown to love the sport and even make friends at Shelton. Finally, in our shared classes like APUSH, we had a blast recording an 80s mixtape for our final exam project. Our friendship is symbiotic—I teach her trickier concepts while she pushes me to loosen up and say what’s on my mind. Before junior year when I moved to a different town and high school, we promised to stay close and meet up every month. Although
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There is one certain person in my life that made an incredible impact on how I live in my life. She once was my girlfriend but then she broke up with me, but we hit a roadblock in our friendship in July of this year. Currently, she wants to put the pieces back together as friends, which we are, but she seems to want more like she wants us back but she restricts herself from saying what she really wants between me and her. I don’t know about her; she means a lot to me and she knows that. In the end, I hope she makes the right choices in her life and I hope me and her can make something happen
Friends, are not ones who will be with you forever, no one will. This is something I have learned after my freshman year of high school. Early spring of 2015, I went to Rancho San Joaquin middle school. This is where I have met my best friend during 8th grade, which I once believe she will be my best friend forever. The day when we met is my first day in Rancho, we have the same 6th period english class. Right before the bell ringed, someone walked to me and hit on my shoulder. She is a very bright girl, with long hairs that goes to her waist, not long after this day, we become best friends. I used to be very quiet, through her I have met many of other friends, I once thought we are going to be best friends for the whole 4 year of high school
Our friendship has never been the same. Sometimes it's just like old times We talk; we laugh. I don't even know if she still thinks of this, but I do. I ruined a great friendship because I couldn't keep myself together and said something I couldn't take back. It's hard to know this, but it helps me remember to watch what I
“Why was she acting like this?” I thought to myself. She catapulted insults at me, called me a “princess,” told me I’m selfish, said I’m the worst friend ever, not to mention the swear words she directed at me. I didn’t know what to say; she was supposed to be my “best friend,” but best friends don’t say those things. Best friends are supposed to support me, supposed to love me, supposed to bring out the best in me, not try to tear me down
8th grade was the best summer I’ve ever had. I was so happy because I was able to finally had a group of friends. It all started in Alpena, in May. My friend Breanna and I had gotten into numerous altercations and stopped being friends for a long time. Breanna messaged me and I decided that we should go get some ice cream. It turns out she wanted to say sorry for how she was acting. To this day, I consider her my best friend. Breanna and I reconciled in May and haven’t stopped being friends since. Earlier that year, I had met my friend Alyssa. She was basically like me, loud, crazy, cool, and didn’t care about others opinions on her. This is what basically bonded us. Breanna and I and Alyssa had hung out for a month, and we became the bestest
I chose to be a better person, although me and Breeanna did probably had 10 fights the whole year. We got to hang out more and went to math help together. I decided to bring her to church, It was 5th grade our last year in this school. Then I found out, about half way through the school year, I was moving, not to another house not even anywhere near by. I was moving to Hawaii. I told Breeanna and we decided to be pen-pals. We decided a great deal of things. None of them happened and things fell apart, She was still my best friend. The last time I saw her was at her baptism she gave me a necklace that said “A true friend reaches for your hand a touches your heart.”
"Women were denied knowledge of their history, and thus each woman had to argue as though no woman before her had ever thought or written. Women had to use their energy to reinvent the wheel, over and over again, generation after generation. ... thinking women of each generation had to waste their time, energy and talent on constructing their argument anew. Generation after generation, in the face of recurrent discontinuities, women thought their way around and out from under patriarchal thought." (Lerner qtd in Merrim Modern Women xxiii)
When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost
I have 3 siblings; two brothers and one sister. My sister “Isha-27”, Little brother “Ishmael-10”, and my older brother “I.B-18”, we all grew up and spent the most of our lives with each other. I think I’ve always known that I was a little different from my brothers and my sister, but it's okay because we are all different in many ways. Now my story on how it's like living with 3 siblings with personalities are all different and how we all like certain things but we all manage to live together in harmony , my older brother is more into sports and my little brother is more into video games; my sister is more into reading a writing and more i'm more into math and science. At times it gets extremely annoying living with them