My Story Needs to be Heard
Madison Kauffman Being or feeling alone is one of the worst parts of being in high school. I understand that people might be friendly to one another, but does that really make you friends? In my personal opinion... no. You need a good foundation to be friends or best friends. Friends need to build off of good memories, and be able to get along well. Being a freshman in high school has really changed my entire view on life already. Knowing that I am not only in cheer as the mascot, but I play basketball, throw in track, and try to excel in school with my advanced classes. I have quickly realized that life is hard, but I recall no one ever said that it would be easy. I am fifteen years old, quite tall for a girl,
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It was a Tuesday evening. I remember what was going through my mind, and what my surroundings were like that evening. I recall not feeling good enough, feeling like a waste of space. All the tears that continuously ran down my face. One by one, I tried to wipe them off my cheeks as they continued to roll down. I looked up videos on how to take apart a disposable razor and when my searches were deemed useless, I figured it out on my own. I knew I didn’t keep scissors in my room, but I always have nail-clippers. I slowly clipped the outside of the blades off and sat there. I held the blade in my shaky hand. All I did was cry and pray for God to help me, lead me in the right path. I feel like I didn’t actually want to see the path that God was laying out for me. I was completely blind to any logic. Somewhere deep within me told me that I needed to do it, that it was suppose to happen to me. I knew that is was gonna happen that night because I had one again put myself in a predicament that left me hurt and even more confused on why I deserved to be alive. As the night carried on, oh so slowly, my dog must have sensed my distress because Gage sat at the door of the stairs whining and pawing. I silently wept as I sat on the edge of my bed wondering why I was never good enough and why I was such a disappointment. I decided what I was going to do, and that decision hurt the people that love me the most. I …show more content…
I turned towards people who had went down the same path that I had. I turned towards three people, and not a single one was my best friend. I wanted to tell her; I really did, but every time I typed up a message I found myself scared she would judge me. Liagh is my best friend and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my biggest struggle, I honestly didn’t think she would understand what I was going through. I turned to people that I am friends with, but they aren’t my best friends. I talked to Aj and Abby before I could even bring myself to tell anyone else. Abby was simple and took what I was saying like a pro; she knows the pain of cutting yourself. More importantly she understood how to handle what I was going through. And Aj went through the same struggle that I was going through, so he understood me greatly. He was worried and for the next few mornings he would walk with me before school. Sometimes Brianna would tag along too. After talking to Aj and Abby I turned towards the guy that I broke a promise with. No one knows Dylan, he lives in Ohio and I met him at a church camp. He and I talked about everything and just when I needed him most, he left. Although it hurt, it proved the fact he wasn’t worth my time. If he can’t continue to be my friend through the bad, he doesn’t deserve me at my best. I confided in these people because I knew they wouldn’t tell others, or bring it up. So the morning after
Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
1. The 2nd case study made me reflect on my first head coaching job in football. I was hired by a school in south Texas with the help of a friend I coached with in Oklahoma. He had moved back to his hometown and started teaching and coaching at his high school. He contacted me about the opening and two months later I was hired. I hired him to be one of my assistants and even made sure that he was paid well as a thank you. I was very disappointed with the way he coached that year. I had already make arrangements to move him to a non-coaching position for the next season. I realize I never spoke with him about my expectations or made him aware of how I felt during the season. I identity with Dr. Skinner is some regards. I was caught up in the other aspects of teaching, coaching, and AD duties, I neglected to take care of that issue. I understand that it is OK to hire a trusted colleague or friend but the expectations of them should not be any different of anyone else.
I have a horizontal file cabinet in my office that can tell you a good story or two. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t stop to have a seat on this file cabinet and share a story or two with me. I enjoy every minute of it. I love hearing other people’s stories and how they connect us, but most importantly as Robert Coles states in his book, The Call of Stories: Teaching and the Moral Imagination, (1989) that we learn lasting moral lessons through stories.
I am ecstatic to begin my journey in nursing school. There are a few things one would need to know to determine just how passionate I am. The subjects that make me most excited are people that have inspired me, past experiences with online classes, and the possibility to challenge my mind within the classes I am taking. As I begin to think about elaborating these points I feel enthusiastic for my future. I cannot believe nursing school is finally here!
My feature story was written as a personal experience piece and slightly a lifestyle piece. I chose the topic of long distance relationships because it’s near and dear to my heart considering I am currently in one and have been for over a year. Another topic I thought I would write about was a how-to plan a trip to Florida. In order to get information and quotes, I used my own experience and my boyfriend, Thomas, for quotes, as well as my mom and what she said to me in the past. My piece exemplifies a “feature story” by being about a personal experience with short quotes and multiple pictures to catch the reader’s attention. Mostly all parts of my writing worked well. Trying not to get too personal was hard. My best thing about my article is
As I sat down to write how I have improved and what my weaknesses are it took forever for anything to come to mind. I kept thinking, “Well I did improve on this, but I would still consider it a weakness.” I was staring at my blank page on my laptop and my outline I did not come with any ideas. I excel at writing, and punctuation; however, I struggle in writing a thesis, comma splices, and word choices.
In a political climate today that is defined by hyper-partisanship, a confluence of factors have led my political leanings to lean left of center but center around a moderate outlook. As I grew up in a family with a Democratic mother and a Republican father, I often understand the logic of both sides. While many times political parties attempt to claim a moral ideological superiority, I believe that all people have their own experiences and opinions that justify their leanings. For me, a person’s political ideology is not a factor that defines one’s personality or character. Among my friends, I am often hesitant to initiate political discussion unless I have known the person for a long period of time. While politics
On this day two years ago I felt like something freaky was going to happen like the lights were going to go out and something was going to scare me. During that time my brother “Matthew” and I were in the house watching the Cavs play when our lights automatically shut off for no reason. 20 minutes later when the lights finally turned back on Matthew and I went slowly out of the bedroom and we saw a note that was stuck to the door with duct tape that said in all caps “RUN” and when Matthew and I saw it we didn’t run because we needed to see what was going on.
As I sit in the chair at my desk, I listen to the music from library. I have many thoughts in my head, and I decide I want to draw something. As I get ideas, I pick up a utensil, and then I start to create shapes. It takes multiple tries to get it to the way I want it to look, so I keep trying. But then I compare both drawings, which one looks better? Should I choose this one?
Many people never speak out about their abuser. They never find their voice, typically from fear and the control of the abuser. Because of this, many abuse victims go years trapped in their abusive homes. They go years trapped sometimes because they feel as though no one will help them, and they have been told all the while by the abuser that they need the abuser to survive because they would not be able to on their own. I happened to be one of these victims. For many years I was controlled by my abuser through fear, and this fear hid my voice. Over this past summer, I found my voice through courage that I had built up. I thankfully had help through my situation from close friends and family members, unlike with some abuse
All around the country, students are being pressured to figure out the next step they’re going to take after graduation. Those with a higher intelligence might have been asked the dreaded question as early as their middle school years. Adults see this question as a good conversations starter, but as a student, they feel more pressure the more they are asked. In a way it is good to have that constant reminder to be on top of the game. Having this nagging reminder, the student should strive to have their decisions made or at least their options laid out simply to have an answer for the multitude of questions they will face. It’s important to be ahead of the game when it comes to college preparations.
I am very unconfident when it comes to writing stories, so I have a feeling I did pretty horrible. However, I did feel like my word choice was greater than usual. For example I wrote marginally in my story, which I usually don't use. I tried to use figurative langauge, however that didn't go very smoothly in the
“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.
I believe from past performances my voice has become accustomed to holding deep tone notes. My voice is comfortable hitting any low notes making it great for operatic pieces, pieces that require a strong voice to get an emotion across, or generally any theatric role that requires the large, stoic kind of character. Past instructors have also said I have a natural talent to sing along without getting caught up in the melody of other instruments. My understanding is that beginners tend to sing at the same tone as of the instruments in the accompaniment when they should be singing at a different key, but my previous teachers and peers have said they’ve never seen me have this issue. Hearing their praise made me happy, but I would like to expand my vocal range so I could hit higher notes perhaps fitting an alto or maybe a soprano and give them something even more
My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and