“All any young teenage boy wants is sex.” Most teenage girls are given this talk at least once, and most of those teenagers refuse to believe it. I wasn’t any different. Austin Wilder had been on my mind since fifth grade. Austin only ever saw me as a friend until the summer before senior year. Austin invited me to snuggle up to him at a movie night. As a teenage girl looking for love, I said yes. After a few endless nights of texting, talking on the phone, and snapchatting each other we admitted our mutual attraction. After a fun and simple two months of just being flirty friends, Austin decided he wanted a little more of a physical relationship. Seventeen and so much to live for I wasn’t ready to give myself away to anybody just yet. Austin
After days of convincing my mom that I was a responsible adult, I finally had her permission to go out of town for the first time without. This year for Spring Break me and two of my friends decided to go on a trip to visit our friend Steven in Houston. It's a long drive from Laredo to Houston, about 6 hours, but we unknowingly made it an 8 hour long trip.
The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.
Free-and-easy sex prides itself on being commitment free, no emotional ties attached. Today, this idea of leaving all emotions at the door is the supposedly, sophisticated choice on campus. It is now well understood that traditional dating in college has mostly gone the way of the landline, replaced by “hooking up”- an ambiguous term that can signify anything from making out to oral sex to intercourse - all complete without the emotional entanglement of a real relationship. As times have changed, students begin to view a relationship as “too time consuming” and something that no longer takes priority amongst their busy, high achieving schedules. However, hooking up threatens the sexual, physical, and psychological health of college-age youth. Today’s youth may want to think twice before engaging in the prevalent hook-up culture. Despite the popularity of positive feelings, hookups can include negative outcomes including emotional and psychological injury, and even more concerning consequences such as unintended rape. In order to protect our generation, and more specifically our women, society must acknowledge the detrimental effects of a hook up culture to create a greater understanding surrounding this risky sexual behavior and ensure a more powerful, positive presence for women in our society. The combination of a society seeped in rape culture and an alcohol infused hookup culture creates a compromising sexual environment where women have limited control, opening the
Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.
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Many Aboriginal populations have been using storytelling as a way of communication for centuries. Storytelling is used on a day to day basis whether it be reading a story to kids or telling friends about an experience. The importance of storytelling is highlighted constantly throughout the book Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden and the entire story itself is a recollection of memories. Niska tells stories of her past to warn and teach Xavier. Xavier tells stories of his haunting and innocence shattering experience at war to help him heal. Elijah tells stories about his life before and during the war as an attempt to maintain what is left of his aboriginal culture and to heal himself by reminding himself of his achievements and what he has proudly accomplished . Storytelling plays a significant role in the novel by teaching and helping to heal the characters.
I am not from San Antonio. I am not from Texas. I’m from California. Where no one twangs, or drawls, or even says hi to the stranger standing in line at the grocery store. Texas, half way across the U.S and what seems like a whole other country compared to California. It is a completely different place that I could have ever imagined living and calling home. I came to Texas to find myself. I didn’t know that when I came here, but it is what ended up happening.
Today my Hilarious Fiend Jasper and I will be leaving Dupree around 2:00. We will be traveling 2 hours 20 minutes and One Hundred Forty Five miles. To Rapid City South Dakota
The pleasures of Rapid City were in my sights when I asked Malory to make the 2-hour trip with me.To begin our trip to Rapid, we would get in my cobalt, and drive to the Dupree Cenex to fill up on snacks, drinks, and gas. Mallory would get Root Beer and Pringles. I would get M&M’s and Cherry Sprite. We would get in the car, after we filled it up with gas, put on our favorite music, and truly start the trip.
I went to the Texas Book Festival with my girlfriend. When we first arrived, I was not sure where the Texas Book Festival was, or where to park. After 15 minutes of trying to find a parking spot, we found one. In the end, we were there from 11pm to 2:50pm, in that time we explored the different tents and experienced Fany Gerson, a chef and Mexican author, make Mexican ice cream.
In 1718 Spanish missionaries founded Texas taking it as a Spanish territory. Many whites started to go to Texas and began to take over. In March 1836 Texans revolted against their Spanish rule and declared their independence from Spain. Texas then became an independent nation, but Texas could not protect themselves from the Spanish attacks. On December 29th, 1845, after almost 10 years of waiting to be accepted into the United states, Texas became part of the United States.
I have worked at the Phelps Mansion as a docent. In middle school I played basketball and field hockey. In high school I was in drama club and helped with productions in the past. I am available for anything art related, I have lots of experience in this field. I would also feel comfortable with drama or garden club. Anything literacy related is welcome
It was time to take Micah to Nashville and get direction for our son. A few nights before we left I was up all night. I spent time seeking God about our situation. My heart was broken and my despair was without words, but God was there, and as always He directed me. He reminded me about the time when Miranda had the chicken pox. She was just over a year old and Micah had just turned three. Micah was determined he would not get them. I was positive he would. One day in the shower God moved on my heart to pray Micah would not get the chicken pox. I felt it was crazy to ask God to keep Micah from the chicken pox. As far as I was concerned, chicken pox was a part of childhood. After all everybody gets them. God continued to impress
At first, I was a fifteen-year-old innocent virgin who believed that waiting until marriage for me was essential. I was a sheltered goodie two-shoes who attended church every Wednesday and Sunday school every day, obeyed my parents and barely played outside with the other kids. I was so innocent that I could not even talk to, let alone look at any boy because I feared that I would lose something that was very special to me; my virginity. The reason was because I’ve been lead to believe, by my family, that most boys would say or do anything that would please me into letting them
Orenstein began her quest for an honest account of today’s hook-up culture as her daughter approached adolescence. Prior to this point in her life, she had only heard from friends about how teenage girls were treated in today’s culture, now she needed to know if this type of culture really did exist. Since she had been chronicling girl’s lives for over twenty-five years, it was an obvious place to start (Orenstein, P., 2016). She interviewed girls, psychologists, sociologists, pediatricians, educators, and journalist to uncover the ugly truth.