I think about my freshman year to my junior year there are things that have been the same and things that have been different. I have experienced a lot in the couple years I have been at senior, and I have lots to say about the high school life. The one thing that I would say never changed and kept the ram fam together is Nasty Nation. Nasty Nation is what we call ourselves at games and many different activities. We have a twitter page that is called Nasty Nation. I followed it my freshman year
It changed my life forever. I am lucky for what I have. Family and friends. Although I will be in a wheelchair the rest of my life, I’m lucky to still be living after what happened. Here’s the story. “Wanna come with me?” Mom asked, “I’m going to the grocery store.¨ It was easter morning. My mom was going to the grocery store to get some orange juice that she forgot yesterday. I mean really, you can’t have easter without orange juice! ¨ Sure. I’ll go.” I was bored. I had already collected my easter
My personal experience Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life. I was a junior at Panther Creek High School in Cary, NC
My parents once told me that there are moments that can shape you, like getting your first pair of ballet shoes or lacrosse stick. But what they unwittingly neglected to mention, were the emotionally gripping experiences that can affect a person during their lifetime. It was like any normal day. Just getting to trudge back into the comfort of home, my weary body sagged after long hours spent appreciating and critiquing dances, and passing time with the cousins, watching the football game. Spews
"Derealization" Analysis "You have to get in where you fit in" is an old saying that my grandmother used to always tell me. Nowadays, many people are searching for a place where they belong in the world. People either want to be accepted for who they are, or people want to be accepted in the world based on something that they are not. Either way, everyone in this world wants to find a place that they feel like they can be comfortable being who they are. Shaymus is the name of a boy in "Derealization"
"Derealization" Analysis "You have to get in where you fit in" is an old saying that my grandmother used to always tell me. Nowadays, many people are searching for a place where they belong in the world. Whether a person wants to be accepted for his or herself or want to be accepted based off of someone who they are not is all dependent upon the person. There have been many of us who at some point in our lives have experienced a moment of trying to fit in somewhere. In "Derealization" a short story
Vampires were once known as a creepy monster that everyone wanted to kill. The book series Twilight Saga has greatly changed just about every stereotypical concept that vampires were once known for. Myths about vampire’s date back as far as Ancient Greece. Stories passed down through the ages before bringing us one of the most recognizable vampires Count Dracula. The book Count Dracula by Bram Stoker in 1897 is the start of the horror monster fiction that traditional vampires are known to be.
and captioning her selfies with #MelaninPoppin. I contacted her over social media to ask her to be my interviewee on intersectional feminism, to which she excitedly accepted and made room for me in her packed schedule. On March 9, 2017, we met in the Northgate library after school, which was a relatively quiet and relaxed ambience with a few other people minding their own business. Lucy was wearing a red bandana as a headband over her long black hair and dressed casually in
I wore Bart Simpson sweatshirts. I played Indians. I went fishing. Somewhere along the way, I've lost some of that tomboy in me. It's interesting that when changes come in my life, although the change has probably been brewing for some time, there is usually one event that seems to mark that change. So when I look back, I think of the change as before and after that one event. It's no surprise, then, that I remember one distinct event which, in my mind, was the point of my return from Never-Never
at him with a pessimistic glare, judging him for the old, tattered sweatshirt he wore on our date to what used to be our most beloved diner. Every disinterested move he made towards me felt like a dagger to the chest; each comment or shrug he gave proved again and again that he had given up on our relationship a long time ago. The fire was gone—he felt nothing. And for some reason, there were six words that came back to mind and my mouth again and again: “I just want the passion back.” They represented