My Life At Nick 's House

“I am going to get the kids meal though because I am not that hungry. I won’t eat it if we take it go.”

"You hungry?" She shakes her head. "Well I'm gonna grab breakfast at the diner and go back to my house. You want me to drop you off at home?"

The beach is calm, there are palm trees swaying in the distance, and the soft crash of waves hitting the sand, this paradise seems unshakeable. But there’s a storm coming that will put this tropical Puerto Rican shore in danger. But this is not a weather storm, this is an economic storm that has caused the largest migration of Puerto Ricans to the U.S mainland since the end of World War II. Puerto Rico today, is less of a tropical paradise and more of a financial nightmare. with the repeal of section 963, to the bond boom of the 1970’s, and congress scrambling to help, many wonder if the poorest territory in the U.S. jurisdiction will become a debt ridden no-man's land.

“Well of course, we are going out to eat,” I couldn’t bare to tell Grayson we won’t get to eat for that long so I wanted him to have a nice meal.

It was a nice building. The carpeting was handmade by Mrs. Dela. She was the old woman that lived on the first floor with her husband, Mr. Dela. Every morning, they were found outside watering the flowers. Mrs. Dela especially took pride in the tree that casted a shadow above the building. My mom always had something cooking in the kitchen, and my dad was always home before 5:30. My brother, tall and masculine, would pride himself on his athletic ability. My best friend Curly, lived in the building as long as I did. He was one day older than me and he never let me live it down. He always had his hand running through his curly, jet black hair and his goofy smile never failed to cheer me up. His mom was a nice woman. She worked a lot because Curly’s dad left them. He was an only child, so we spent most of our time together. When we were about five a new kid moved in. His name was Benny. Benny was a boy of few words, unlike Curly who never shut up. He moved in with his mom, stepdad, and two step sisters. Benny was a good listener. Curly and I talked and talked, and he would just listen. And everything was okay. Until…

$2,400 just for rent? Can I still keep going with all these bills? Looking outside clouds start to cover the sky. I go to turn the lights on and accidently trip over a box on the floor. Why is this box even here. I open the box to see my old high school varsity jacket that I got from tennis. My mind is immediately flooded by memories of THAT game, the last game for my sophomore year tennis season.

The narrator of The Great Gatsby is a man from America named Nick Caraway. He not only narrates the story but portrays himself as the book’s author. Whilst we as the reader make our way through the passage, it is effortless to forget the important fact that The Great Gatsby is first of all a book about a man writing a book; therefore we are not observering this scene first hand, although it seems on the surface as if we are; Nick Caraway is merley recreating events for us, filtering them through his own sense of connotation, and filling them with his own perception.

Today’s society is complicated, with the struggle for women’s rights and men abusing their authority. However, Shakespeare saw women as a gift and that women add to the ambience of the overall play. A great example lies with Lady Macbeth in Shakespeare’s play “Macbeth.” Lady Macbeth portrays a character that is ambitious, evil, but has a conscience, and is willing to accomplish a goal no matter the cost. Women in Shakespeare’s plays are complete and have their own roles; not being subordinates to the men who are in lead roles.

Immigration is currently a hot topic within in the United States government. Currently the United States Congress is fighting to decide the fate of the Dreamers, and the Immigration bill DACA. Like many controversial issues within the government, the Democrats and Republicans are in a disagreement on what to do. Each article, examines a different take on the current immigration reform. Bier’s main argument is that individuals who are contributing to immigration reform are ignorant, that Immigrants are not hurting the American Labor market. The next article, I examined, was written by Eric Cantor; Cantor states that although the parties each have a high stake on the decision Congress makes on DACA, there must be a decision otherwise, the law will remain status quo. Next, we look at Gessen’s article, the main argument is that immigrants should not be looked at valuable or illegal, they should not have to be talented in order to be welcome within the United States. Lastly, Vargas, an undocumented Immigrant, discusses the difficulties of being illegal within the United States, yet still shines light on the positive influences he had throughout his childhood and time in America.

We head to a nearby restaurant that is quite busy. Inside we find a table and sit in silence as the waitress gets our drinks.

Rogue finally turns around, his glasses back on his face as a warm smile spreads across his lips. "There," he says softly. "I can see you better now." He looks down at his feet shyly, then finally says, "And I accept your offer. Maybe...lunch tomorrow? I know a good deli that's right across the street from the Preforming Arts building."

I stayed and my sisters bosses guest apartment above the garage. The apartment was dusty and filled with art work. Nobody had been in the apartment in quite some time. It smelled like old people. The apartment was just one room, a big living room with a kitchen and a bathroom. The bathroom was connected to both rooms. The toilet had a douche in it with a sign saying put toilet paper in the trash. The property was a small organic farm with a small man made pond and sauna with stain glass windows. The sauna was free for the whole town to use. It was a town full

At first sight of Nick you immediately feel sorry for him because poor Nick he has no arms or legs. You can only see his limitations because you are comparing him to our cult of normalcy and his him capital is not as valuable as everyone else. But then you hear his story and how God transformed his thinking of himself pass this handicap. Soon after hearing about he no longer prayed for arms and legs but to just be used by God, you began to look at your life. If God could make him happy surely he can do the same for me. Hearing the power of God make you want to hear more of Nick story

Three years ago I was 15 years old. My life consisted of being outside playing with friends, or I’d be in my bedroom listening to music. My bedroom was the only place I’d love to go to, it was like my own home, my own privacy. I woke up

Stupid house. I can’t believe we had to move here. It’s such a downgrade. My dad had to had to move jobs, so now were stuck moving into this stupid, old, falling-apart house. It’s hideous. After contemplating my life for another few minutes, I finally get out of the car. Grabbing my suitcases, I walk up the old stone path straight to the front door, looking up at the old windows as I do. I swear I could see someone standing there, but I’m probably just tired. I open the door and *creak* oh god. Even the doors are creaky. I walk straight to the steps,