Our Supporting Role in Jacie's Life

When asked why I decided to make this mistake I always responded I don’t know, or I’m not sure but as I informed myself in why drinking as a minor is life-threatening I learned a lot about not only myself but as to how I affect other people by my actions.

“This one was hardly bigger than a garage. The table was cluttered with limp- looking magazines and at one end of it there was a big green glass ashtray full of cigarette butts and cotton wads with little blood spots on them. If she had had anything to do with the running of the place, that would have been emptied every so often. There were no chairs against the wall at the head of the room. It had a rectangular-shaped panel in it that permitted a view of the office where the nurse came and went and the secretary listened to the radio. A plastic fern, in a gold pot sat in the opening and trailed its fronds down almost to the floor. The radio was softly playing gospel music” (O’Connor 3). As the Turpins waited Mrs. Turpin began to describe the other waiting room occupants to pass the time. Mrs. Turpin can be seen as a larger woman who is proud of her means and then there is her husband Claud who can be described as a “florid, bald, sturdy and shorter than Mrs. Turpin (O’Connor 1). Next was an unnamed blonde child whose attire consisted of a dirty blue romper, the boy’s mother was seen “wearing on a yellow sweatshirt and wine- colored slacks, both gritty-looking, and the rims of her lips were stained with snuff. Her dirty yellow hair was tied behind with a little piece of red paper ribbon” (O’Connor 5). The next woman is called the “stylish woman” by

Back in 1988, Lori Mecham, a freshman, enthusiastically prepared for the first day of school. Not only was she going to be able to show off her new slick denim jacket and acid washed jeans, but she would finally be reunited with Becky and Emily. Within a few steps of Pleasant Grove Junior High, Lori was drowned in a wave of students ranging between 7th to 9th grades. Glancing over the crowd searching diligently for her friends, a sudden crash of nausea overcame her head as she spotted Becky and Emily. Floating through the crowd, both wore off the shoulder sweaters and skin tight stirrup pants. Heads turned and eyes flickered back and forth as her friends strutted by. Their unfamiliar revealing clothing seemed to be catching everyone’s

The rays of cold sun escaping through the translucent clouds below resembled the clear, peacefulness below me, clearing the freshly fallen heaps of snow. After weeks of both kindness and crimes, thankfully I have witnessed no murderous intentions. My attention, although it radiates throughout the world, is focused upon a certain area in America, in which no name is exigent, however is located in a populous sector of New York. Women with baskets often thrust breadcrumbs by the handful to be, where upon they hit the ground only three count inches from her feet.

Her legs were long, lean, and tan. Her blue shorts were loose, unlike her shirt. It was pitch black; showing all her curves and her flat toned stomach, but sadly it didn't show anything more than her neck and hands. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, messy ponytail. A strand of hair had fallen out and was on her full pink lips a split second before she unconsciously brushed it away. I took a moment before I finally looked her into her brown eyes. They weren't the brightest but by far the most captivating as she too studied me.

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

Umber eyes greeted me as I jolted forward. She was a younger girl, much younger than me. Her eyes still held the glint of naivety as she smiled at me. Her skin was the color of cinnamon, and her hair were black ringlets pulled back by a band.

(Page #63) She was probably my age, maybe a couple of years older, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep tan and her curly hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the

Jelani is a 32-year-old, woman who comes from a low socio-economic class. She was born on June 8, 1988, in the Dominican Republic and raised in the United States her entire life. Jelani has always been a bright young girl and the oldest of 3 children of a dysfunctional family. Growing up she has always had a low self-image. Jelani has lived with her mother and siblings her entire life and moved out at the age of 21 years where she left to college and obtained her Bachelor degree in Business. After leaving her house she found work as a waitress and started dating, which she then met Brandon and married him after 4 months. Her mother is a victim of domestic violence, and her father is an alcoholic. Her father was an alcoholic who never came home

“Hey, follow me.” I heard from the other room. Two sets of feet made tapping noises as they walked towards the room that I happened to be looking out into. One of them had to be wearing heels, while the other would probably be wearing some sort of dress shoe. “Actually, it might be boots.” I thought. As they came into view, I could see my ex wearing some sort of suit, but with cowboy boots, a ridiculous fashion choice. Then, behind him, came a small girl in blue jeans and a tee shirt.

Junior’s sister was actually quite important in the story. She was the last straw that broke junior’s back. He at two different points talked about his older sister being in the basement doing nothing. How she was always quite kind to him but in a way they that she never had to talk to him or anyone for that matter. He remembered all the good times they had together in the past and how at this point in the story he was shocked that she was just as good a writer as him. Or how she was super smart to go on top of that. He thinks about how even with all the smarts and imagination she had, she still left it all behind. He then remembers those things AGAIN when his sister randomly just leaves to get married. In the end finally he, yet again, remembers

Just another average day at Walmart. “Next,” I shouted. After a short pause, I looked up from my screen. Nothing was on the conveyor belt. I stared at the man who stood before me, he had a dark complexion, bulky body, and scraggly beard. However, something was off about him, his eyes kept darting around the store and he kept fidgeting with his keys. I briefly glimpsed at his shopping cart, which contained a mountain of bread loaves and water jugs. “Hey man, can you put the items on the conveyor belt,” I said. His wandering eyes quickly came to a halt, and he focused his gaze directly at

Your discussion response is well written.You were refreshingly honest and relatable. I too had hoped for a more descriptive syllabus to plan ahead and prepare for what may be difficult for me. I agree that the course objectives and outcomes are absolutely essential to becoming a great writer and communicator overall. With texting and instant messaging being a major source of communication it is very easy to develop lax and poor grammar skills.The ability to write a proper sentence has now been replaced by acronyms. I hope to use the skills learned in this course to become a better writer as well. Best of luck to us both!

Spencer clipped the gunmetal watch onto his right wrist, fitting it snuggly alongside the Armani bracelet a girl had given him as a present for his birthday a few months ago. He wore the bracelet because she still came to the club and it was a nice bracelet. Running a hand a long his jaw he felt the prickle of day old whiskers. Bright green eyes stared back at him from the glass; blonde hair was slicked back away from his face. New York girls loved the biker/business man look.

I was seeing the way she was helping out her friends with work, which is why I noted that she was resourceful. I decided what was most important based on my own set of values, beliefs, and how I communicate and interact with others. Because I like to see myself in others before I proceeded to start a relationship, the things that I decided that were the most important things about this person are things that I consider important. I like it when a person, is friendly, welcoming, kind, respectful, and fun, and this girl had all of these characteristics and more. Because we are human beings and at times we do things without realizing, such as creating an impression of people based on who they are helped me make my judgment about the target. The fact that it was a female of color made me feel a sense of identification. While I am not a female myself, I mostly interact with females, and just like the girl I was observing at the Library Cafe, I am a Person of Color. I did not have a lot of guessing to do because the person was very open and dynamic, and I saw a lot of common