Jayson Turner
English 1101
Mrs. Weddle
Narration Essay
3/25/13
First Time Home Alone Just about every teenager aches for his or her first chance of staying home alone. The thought of being home without any parents, without any authority is amazing. I used to be one of those teenagers. I was given the chance to have the whole house to myself my sophomore year of high school. It was a big step in responsibility at the time. I had never been home while my parents went out of town for a full weekend so I was excited. I did the one thing any kid in high school would do and I called everyone I knew and told them to come over. I soon figured out that was not such a good idea. It was a late Sunday night about 9 pm in October, I was
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It started getting really hot and I felt like I was sweating but it was just the intensity of the situation at hand. I knew I was caught, not sure how they found out but I just came out with the truth and told them everything. I start going on about how I had planned this all out before they even left and that I knew I was doing wrong but did not care about the consequences at the time. I was just trying to have a good time. I had the house to myself and I could do whatever I wanted with it so I chose to throw a party. It was a bad decision to disobey my parents but in the moment of hanging with friends you don’t really care. My dad starts laughing and says, “I knew you were going to screw up I just knew it,” but my mom begins to cry. At that moment I realized that I hurt her. She was hoping this one time I would follow the rules. She stood up for me, told my dad that I was responsible enough now to have the house to myself and I stabbed her in the back. She tried to talk but she could not get the words out. The only words I heard come from her mouth was, “I'm disappointed in you son.”. I heard it clearly, it was sharp like the tip of a fine knife. I wanted to kill myself. When your parents tell you that they are disappointed in you it's worse than being yelled at. As a child you never want to hear your parents say that to you, even as an adult it hurts. Its as if a piece of you is cut off and lost forever. So when I was sitting there watching my mother
Hello Everyone, my name is Jessica. I have been attending FSW for three years. After about a year of attending FSW, I discovered the paralegal program and have loved it ever since. I currently work as an assistant manager at Dollar Tree but desire to be a paralegal in the near future. I’m excited to learn even more about the legal field throughout this class.
At this point in my life I find myself in an interesting predicament regarding my attitudes toward reading and writing; more so towards reading. Years ago I used to love reading books for pleasure but nowadays I find myself reading things that little to no effort to digest. This includes the very basic posts on facebook expressing one’s opinion on something or articles and threads on reddit discussing topics I find intriguing. Perhaps it’s the severe senioritis that has overcome me as I enter my last semester at Chapman University. As I’ve gotten lazier I can see it start to reflect in my everyday life. Deep down I still love to read but I rarely find myself getting truly invested into the action unless it relates to something I am very
For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.
I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a
I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards
omniscient, limited omniscient, or first person. The purpose of the narrator is to give facts
Writing has always been my most difficult part of English. Reading, on the other hand, is something I could do all day; however, with writing, I grimace just thinking about it. It was not that I did not have anything to say, because I actually have quite a bit to say. I just could never figure out how to phrase what I had to say in just right way on the page. My mom taught me to read and write at a young age. After that, I would devour any book that I could get my hands on. However, I have had trouble with writing since it became more than just my alphabet and numbers.
As the storm rolls over the house, lightning cracks in the distance lighting up the package on the front doorstep. The box had white and blue stripes on it with a red ribbon holding the lid on. As I was bringing it in out of the rain, I noticed a note on the ribbon saying “Grandma: bEWarE” It’s written with some sort of dark red ink and some sort of sticking indented into a splotch at the bottom of the card. I didn’t think much of it and left it on the kitchen table to look at it tomorrow. I awaken to the sound of the cardboard lid falling on the floor and the note from the ribbon left inside the box saying, “bEWarE.” I looked around franticly for a few seconds thinking someone was playing a prank on me, but nothing, just a silent house. I put the box and the lid in the bin and started to get ready for work but I couldn’t get the note out of my head.
When I walked into the kitchen coming home from work I saw my dad sitting in the kitchen. I could tell by the look on his face and the way he was sitting that he was not in a good mood. He asked where I had been like I committed some sort of crime. I knew that he had found out what I had been doing. So I came clean and I told him that like my sister I had become a flapper. He immediately jumped up, knocking the chair over, and yelled “You don’t need to follow the footsteps of your sister! Make your own decisions and create your own life. Lula, times may be tough around here, but make a stand and live your own life.” I was so upset that I yelled back at him, which I have never done
It was a normal Friday in March except for the fact that I got my license. So my friends and I thought about what we were going to do now that I have my license. Well, we cruised around town thinking we were hot stuff and that we were better that most kids in school since I had my license before many of my friends. We decided that we'd go off-roading since I had the huge truck. It was a hunter green 1979 Ford F-250 Custom. It had huge 33-inch tires, a loud crackling exhaust, and a unique 2-inch thick oak plank flatbed. It really was a beast. So we roared around the backroads hitting bumps and flying into fields just causing a little mischief not doing too much harm. After a week of horsing around
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What makes a kind, compassionate, moral human being? On the flip side, what makes a monster? A prevalent theme in the YA novel “Monster” by Walter Dean Myers is image, or how one views themselves and how they want, or need, in the case of Steve Harmon, others to view them. The reader is presumably dropped into New York of the late nighties, in time to watch 16-year-old Steve on trial for a crime he might or might not have committed, despite the dearth of evidence. The story alternates between a 3rd-person screenplay and diary format as Steve resolves to take up his pen and document his experience. The narrative follows his view of life
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Have you ever been home alone overnight? This is a story about a girl named Jamie and what happened when she was left home alone. It was October 30th and Jamie and her family were on their way home from a trip to Kansas City, Kansas. They live in Wichita, Kansas so it wasn’t a huge trip. Jamie has an older brother named Josh, a mom called Jacy, and a dad called Jack. The family likes to go on a lot of trips with their Red Ford Edge. This trip they took to go visit Jack’s parents. They’re a very happy and energetic family. On their way back home they played games, sang songs together, and even tried coming up with a song of their own! Although, Josh (who is a 16 years old) sometimes was very annoyed because after all he is a teenager who thinks he’s all grown up and everything that his parents and/or sister do is stupid. Jamie on the other hand is 14 and wants to live life at the fullest is or tries to be happy all the time. They finally got home, unpacked and went to bed.
My significant decision was giving my mother the ultimatum to leave my step-father or I was moving in with a family member. My plan was to move into my older cousin Jessica’s home if my mother would have chosen to stay with my step-father. I would also try to get my sisters to live with me at Jessica’s home by proving my parents were unfit as parents. My mother left my step-father and I was going to help get custody of my baby sisters. In reality my mother was moving in a downwards spiral. We left the morning after the argument. My cousin Jessica, who is my mom’s age, picked us up barely before the sun was coming out. We had to leave my adolescent sisters behind, making my mother cry the whole ride to Jessica’s house while I sat in silence. My mother has been fighting for seven years now for custody. Throughout my high school