One day Brian arguably changed my life. We were sitting in front of one of the only two fans that we had in the warehouse for the afternoon break. Brian was smoking his Marlboro and I asked for one. He stopped and gave me a puzzled look and said, “No. Why would you want to f*** up like that? Get an addiction when you don’t have any reason? I don’t think you realize that you’re sitting on an f***ing gold mine.” I was about to protest that I was old enough to smoke a cigarette if I wanted when the “gold mine” comment sunk in. I asked, “How do you figure that I’m sitting on a gold mine, because I don’t smoke?” Brian explained his perspective, “Not smoking is an asset for you. You’re not good looking. You’re not a dangerous bad boy or a football player or rich. But you’re not ugly or repulsive or too nerdy. You have a sense of humor. You have a car and a job and can afford to go out on the weekends. You’re in the Honor Society because you make good grades. You don’t smoke or drink, so parents will love you.” I retorted; “That’s just great. I’m not dating their mother or father.” “You’re missing the point”, he said. “Girls would rather go out on a Saturday night than sit at home with their parents. And they know it’s easier to convince their parent to agree, if they go out with someone like …show more content…
People were always telling me how good I was, usually not in a complementary manner. Being a “goody goody” in school, who made excellent grades, didn’t cause trouble and who was polite to teachers and classmates made me believe that I really was that person. Only later, did I realize that I was living up to that persona and inside was a mean spirited sadistic juvenile. A juvenile that took pleasure in Greg breaking his hand and in Alton sitting petrified in the dark. That juvenile relished each and every prank that he devised and executed. That juvenile was a far cry from the generous natured and polite persona I
In the book, Brian’s Return by Gary Paulsen the main character is Brian Robeson. The two years after Brian was found and rescued from the island where one of the worst ones of his life. After he was found and rescued from the wilderness and brought back into civilization, he felt dissociated from everyone and everything in his normal high school life. The wilderness had changed him to a point where he didn’t feel the need or wanted to be around people. Therefore Brian had very few friends. It was very difficult for him to adapt to his new life which was not how he expected. Because of this, Brian thought that the only way to find his true purpose and find satisfaction was to return to the wilderness.
Every fool and child knows that crossroads are magical places. Places where one might encounter things not easily found elsewhere. Where the desperate might cut a deal with a demon, and where the world-weary might find themselves crossing into another place or time. Every fool and child knows these things, but sometimes the wise forget them.
My character coming into freshman year from eighth grade was poor, I cared for very little, I was lazy, and I did not want to help anyone but myself. However I have grown stronger, into the well rounded individual that is will help anyone who needs it. Throughout my whole life many of my teachers, friends and even people I’ve worked for have said I am a good kid or a good friend. I believe this is their way of saying I have grown into a wonderful individual with outstanding character.
After years of harassment, I concluded that the only way to end this torment was to change myself. I deepened my voice and regulated my actions, concealing the qualities that made me, me. For a while, it worked; the bullying had ceased, and I eventually fit in. However, after eighth grade, after I had finally managed to
I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,
First of all, let me start by saying that when I embarked upon this journey, somewhere even I knew that this is impossible. Let’s face it; becoming a CA in only 32 days is a gigantic thing. There is a huge mountain of books right in front of you and you don’t know where to start from. So how did I do it?
OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the
I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me
After turning age 18 and being sent out into the world of adulthood, I led a very reckless path. I was always the “good kid” when I was young, the teacher’s pet, the boy who every parent wanted their child to be. However, in late adolescence, something changed, that I couldn’t control.
Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.
I walk into my room and throw my bag carelessly on the floor. I’ll study later. I don’t go to my bed but move over to my window and stand there, not knowing exactly why. I open the windows, and even though it’s the middle of winter, the cold wind is most welcome here. I feel my hair blowing around my face and I know it’s going to get impossibly tangled but I don’t care. My lips are dry and too thin top isn’t doing much to keep me warm but I still don’t care. I’m not really sure where my thoughts are taking me but I’m already gone.
At night, dogs prowled the streets, their heavy paws slamming against the cold, hard concrete. Their masters holding them from behind, restraining them from running away wild, rampaging along the quiet city. The civilians called them the Guards, always roaming the streets, keeping us “safe”. The city itself was dark, bleak and dying. The smell of pollution wafted throughout the buildings and roads.
My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.
(Mum in the kitchen making a cuppa tea and baking a cake the morning of ANZAC Day. Bowls and objects used for cooking cakes are scattered around the kitchen in front of her.) Mum. Hughie, he’s my son too you know, but Alf… Alf can go on being the proud father who is always right, but I see it.
Monty Python’s Life of Brian is more than just a mere comedy; it is a Biblical, religious, and political satire. Like all Python films, Life of Brian seems to educate the viewer while at the same time providing entertainment. Unfortunately not all of the elements in Life of Brian occurred in real life, which takes away from the validity of the plot. While not everything is accurate, it seems that a majority of the film could be considered genuine. In order to understand an analysis of the film, one must first have a basic sense of the plot.