My Dream Story

In the article “In Defense of Prejudice: Why Incendiary Speech Must Be Protected” Jonathan Rauch says that regardless of the amount of times people try, its almost impossible to stop prejudice. Rauch believes that everyone has the right to express themselves freely, whether their opinion maybe good or bad people still have the right to express themselves. Where there’s freedom of expression, there will also be negative racial comments. In this article Rauch talks about how schools banned prejudice and how they prevented it, prejudice can’t be eradicated because it exist within our minds, and how banning prejudice is impossible and idiotic. Rauch says, “Indeed, "eradicating prejudice" is so vague a proposition as to be meaningless.”

I got out of the tent trembling of how cold it was. With a blanket rapid around me, I was on my way to grab a bucket so I could fill it with water. I could not find the bucket anywhere. Finally I found the bucket behind my tent. I was on my to the lake to fill the bucket up with water so that I could put the fire out. I made it to the lake, filled it about three fourths of the way, it was so heavy I had to dump some of it out.

It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

She gasped. Later that day, my friend pretended to be a ragdoll and fell out of his seat. I jumped up out of my seat and slid across the teacher's desk. She sent me out into the hallway and made me call my mom. I got avenged by my friend. He started jacking around and shouted curse words at the teacher. Meanwhile, my teacher was so caught up with trying to get my friend under control, I was stranded in the hallway. My mom told me to behave and then she hung up. I asked pointlessly,

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

While I was waiting sitting in a room full of colorful posters about behavior with lots of paper shelf's,the principal was thinking what was she going to do with me and trying to contact my parents to tell them about

The teacher split the class into three groups. My group went to a different classroom with a different teacher. The wall of window allowed the bright sun to bleed into the room. The teacher has a military background that she shared with the class. She said that this is the Advance class. I was baffled what she had said. Secretly, I look around the class and saw that all the smart kids were in here. She had us look at ink plots to teach us to see differently and to describe the image we see. After that exercise, she said that we were not going to write a paper, but we were going to have a debate instead. The debate was on genetic modification. Anxiety and enjoyment both crept into my mind after she said that. The weeks up ahead were tough, but insightful at the same

The hike was only a little more ways left to the campsite, and we had to hurry because it started getting dark. The sky had a pink hue, and the clouds were scattered everywhere. We went over a sketchy looking bridge that was over water, and then went down a rather large hill. We finally got to the campsite as the sun was setting. We immediately set up our tents and hammocks to get settled in. After the tents were all up, we started up a fire. We started it out small, and then built it up to the point where it was raging. The five of us huddled around the fire watching cinders shoot of into the air and told stories for hours. The fire started to die down so we put it out and went to bed. I took my one person tent and my sleeping bag and went off to hit the

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

Everyone has a background story. The struggles and lessons everyone has gone through, that has shaped them into the person that they are today. We all have different backgrounds. We're all different. Making everyone's background in its own little way, quite unique. Now I’m going to talk about one person’s story. That one person of course, is me. Now let me tell you the story of my unique background, I am not only about to tell you what almost everyone else would say, but also a bit of more insight in my personal life. Let’s get this story on the road.

We had a great plan, we decided to go explore the fourth room of the basement. Once inside we started climbing and playing with the elliptical. I looked over to the treadmill and said to jerry, “I’ve got a great idea. Why don’t we get on the treadmill with only our socks on and run as fast as the treadmill can go and then jump off.” Now jerry was only a year younger than me but he of course thought it was a great idea. So, we each took our shoes of and stood on the treadmill, the treadmill itself was relatively old and was so close to the wall. We stood there not thinking of the consequences of our actions, looked at one another and grinned a big grin. I turned the knob slowly, we started speed walking the running and running faster till we were panting, the knob was on fast burn the fastest setting on the treadmill. Jerry jumped off, me on the other hand tripped over my socks, I fell and the treadmill still on the fasts setting pushed me up against the wall my neck to the back of the treadmill and my legs bent over my head like a contortionist. I screamed and screamed. My cousin sat there in silence watching this horrid event unfold before him, all the color flushed from his body. I screamed and yelled at jerry to go get help as I attempted to reach for

My English teacher, did not have any big reactions. During class we were talking about the Salem Witch Trials and how people living back then had to slaughter chickens and other animals to eat and survive and I found it gross, so I made a disgusting face and she happened to be making eye contact with me so she pointed out my funny face to the whole class and I got embarrassed. Whenever we caught eyes, she would stare at me for a few seconds and then look away to another student, mostly out of how awkward the eye

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep