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
I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.
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.
Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.
I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour. Your father rung me as soon as he found the house empty and the twins crying out for you. You should've considered your actions and what risks you were taking. If you had talked to me, we would've been able to negotiate the party and you may have been able to go. If you don't communicate with me, you won't even have a chance of being able to go to parties in the future.
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.
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
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
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.
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
“Hey Dacoda let's ride down that hill over there.” “Ok then but are you sure we should do that?” Don’t worry you won’t get hurt.” “ Alright then” That's how it all started, with one of my friends saying let’s ride down that hill and i of course decide to go down first and let’s just say what a terrible mistake i made. Once he said that i was all in on the terrible and unintelligent idea so i went down first and it was fun at first and i was going pretty fast and with the wind on my face i didn’t have a care in the world but then about three to five seconds later into ride i crash and hurt my right leg and right side of my face right by my cheek. I didn’t cry but
Storytelling is the oral tradition of sharing stories and recounting events of the past. It is an ancient art form and is a dear form of human expression (What is). Most historians and psychologists alike agree that storytelling is one of the many things binding and defining humanity as we know it because everything revolves around storytelling in one form or another. Humans are possibly the only animals capable of creating and telling stories.
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