My Life Of A New Home

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

At the age 24 Sarah experienced a lot of life changes. She had been terminated from her job of 5 years because of a check that was written to the company and the funds were insufficient. This was against company policy and resulted in immediate termination. One month after losing her job her 3.5-year-old son, David was diagnosed with a tumor on the brain stem and died just 1 week after the diagnosis. Sarah became pregnant approximately 2 months after her son’s passing, however, she ignored the pregnancy and told no one that she might be pregnant until she was at approximately 26 weeks gestation. The relationship with her children’s father had a history of being very unstable and abusive. He had previously served time in jail for domestic violence in the relationship. Sarah lived with the father of her children in his mother 's basement. Sarah did have an apartment in Aurora with a lease in her name but her biological mother, sister, brother-in-law and 2 of their children lived in that apartment. Sarah’s father and stepmother and one other sister also live in Aurora. She had support from her family but her boyfriend did not allow her to spend much time with them.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

Unfortunately, neither of them were able to finish their schooling due to having to support themselves after moving out. My sisters were miserable. Their husbands were not exactly, at the time, prepared. Everything was handed down to my sisters and I don’t know what struck such bad luck towards both of them! The taste of freedom had gotten best of them. To this day, my father is still suffering the burden of his two older daughters. I would constantly see my father cradling each of my sister every time they sought solace in our home away from their husbands. My heart aches each time I’d listen to the cries of my

I was excited for this weekend to be in new my lake house with my parents. My dad recently got a really good job so he surprised us with this huge cabin. We have a quiet but pleasant bonfire, now its time for bed. I’m still kind of creeped out since this house is dark and pretty isolated but I don’t think of it, and head for bed. My mom tucks me in which you might think is weird, but I love her. She gives me a kiss on the cheek grabs my cat Rosie from my chest, and closes the door. I play on my phone until it dies, put it on the charger, then I completely go out cold.

When my dad and stepmom began talking about moving, I didn’t think much of it. They had moved a lot, so I admit I wasn’t really worried about it. Where they were living then, was my favorite out of all the places they had lived because it was right down the road from my mom’s house. It was easy for my sister, Kelcey, and I to go visit our dad, stepmom, and little sister, Kyra. We could literally just walk, before I had a car, over there almost whenever we wanted. But, that changed when they started talking about moving again.

As a family, this would be a good time for a family council. Ask the family what we should do now. Then make sure everyone has a say to what they want and then listen to what each member would like to have done so everyone would have an input. Have everyone agree what needs to be done and then find out what to do next.

While taking part in naming America the world’s largest jailer, for over 40 years, the War on Drugs has succeeded in imprisoning more than 45 million people. Although one might think that the law enforcement has cleared the streets from drugs, unfortunately, drugs are still more available than ever. Historically, certain drugs that are illegal today were commonly used in America. In the 1800s, drug addiction was looked at as a public health issue, whereas today it’s treated like a violent crime (The House I Live In). Eugene Jarecki, author and director of “The House I Live In”, argues that the War on Drugs is not only ineffective, but instead of treating drug addiction, it has increased drug abuse. This eventually, triggered the government to create a law enforcement that feeds mainly on America’s minorities. Author Christina Fauchon’s article, “Counterpoint: The Case Against Profiling” (2004), asserts “racial profiling in any environment […] is an unproductive and immoral policy to ensure safety.” Cynthia Godsoe, author of “The Ban on Welfare for Felony Drug Offenders: Giving a New Meaning to ‘Life Sentence’”(1998), discusses the Welfare Act that “denies both welfare and federally-funded food stamp to any individual convicted of” a drug related crime. Finally, Thomas R. Geers, writer of the article “Legalize Drugs and Stop the War on People” (1995), argues that legalizing drugs will reduce the number of addicts in the U.S. Although all of these articles

Jessica just moved out of her hometown to move to Florida. Her mother enrolled her to a local High School from where she lives. She was very excited to go because she wanted to make new friends and have a fresh start. She is very pretty and outgoing so she instantly made friends and had got the attention of almost all the football team. Katie the caption of the cheerleader did not like her because she thought Jessica was going to take her boyfriend. She told her friends to tweet about Jessica and say mean stuff about her so Jessica can move back. Her friends listen and told other people to say bad things about Jessica. People soon stopped hanging out with her and she was devastated. Everyday their will be people commenting and saying hurtful

The name given to me on June 23rd, 1998 was Allison Ree Moga, but since then many have referred to me as Alli. My younger brother, sister, and I are the product of a marriage that has since gone wrong. I don’t have any allergies, am a bit of a germaphobe, and could do without all of life’s drama. That and snakes. I deeply dislike snakes. My nightmares used to include six foot long snakes slithering down my driveway. Daytime relieved me, until I walked around the corner of my house one day and nearly fainted. On the west corner of the house, a skinny garter snake slowly made its ascent up along the siding. The disgusting thing stuck out of my house like a branch on a tree. Horrified, I turned away and almost stepped on Satan himself. A five foot long, PVC pipe thick, rat snake challenged me with his forked tongue. In response, I let out a blood curdling scream and ran into the house to dial my dad. At ten years old, I prepared myself for death. One simply does not live through a snake sighting. On the third ring, Dad answered my tears with,

“The House I Live In,” a movie that explains the war on drugs from multiple perspectives from addict to enforcement and lawmaker between.

Home is the place one spends more time in their life and share special moments with family. Where one expects to live permanently carefree and feel protected under the roof of their house. One day I want to have a home that makes me feel well and where I can be safe and happy. The purpose of this essay is to illustrate the decisions I made about designing my future dream house.