"Ha ha ha ha ha! Very funny Ethan, cut it out, you have to be joking!!" I bursted out, "you know I hate jokes about her, you have to be joking!" I said as I began to pace the room, and the terrible thoughts begin to flood into my mind. I love her, with all of my heart. She felt like the only one. Tears began to fill my eyes. "Why do you think I'm here?" Ethan replied, "She wanted me to tell you!" My face was now flushing red, and everything began to black out, with the last of my conscious abilities, I said: "Get out of my house!" And I black out. _______________________________________ The TV was blaring something that I could barely comprehend. I turned off the TV, and I sat up to observe the surroundings. Cans, trash, clothes, and other items were scattered across the floor. *I guess I could clean up...* As I began to stand up, my leg gave out, and I looked down at my foot. It was swollen black, and hurt to the touch. …show more content…
strange. But, who cared! Finally a chance to get Amy off of my mind, at least I will get to see Sean, too!* I had forgotten that I had smashed my foot into the wall, the pain seemed to be go at the thought of getting to be back with Sean, especially around the world! I hurried upstairs, and studied the letter. I peaked out the window for a second, and walked away. I found myself, shortly afterwards, looking out the window, at the car that the man who delivered me the letter. *He is still here. This must be literal!* I walked into my closet and grabbed the following: My lucky flannel, my long sleeved red deep V-shirt, a sea green shirt, 2 black shirts, and 3 white shirts, along with socks, undies, and several pairs of varied colored pants. I put them onto my bed, knelt down and grabbed my 2 favorite pairs of shoes. I rushed into my basement and grabbed the most fitting suit case for this type of adventure and rushed back upstairs. I fit everything I needed into my suitcase, and went
Alyssa Mayo Honors English 10 B Mrs. Wilken 5 May 2024 Evil in Mankind Is man inherently evil? This idea is present in Lord of the Flies, a novel written by William Golding during the Cold War. It follows a group of school boys whose plane crashes onto a stranded island during an unspecified war. The island is beautiful and rich, but as time goes on, the true colors of the boys expel themselves into violence and savagery: destroying the island as well as their own created civilization. In Lord of the Flies, William Golding uses figurative language, symbolism, and characterization to make a clear argument that civility is necessary; otherwise, the natural beasts in people are compelled to come out and destroy.
The clock struck nine a.m. on the fourteenth day of April 2015 and the courtroom fell silent. It was on this day that I, along with two of my sisters, went to court to face my uncle who was being charged with aggravated sexual battery against a minor under the age of twelve. It took massive courage and bravery to come face to face with the monster that was considered family up until that point. This is the day that I believe I transitioned from childhood to adulthood. I believe this because I had to stand up for what was right, whether I wanted to or not, despite the humiliation of confronting something I had long ago buried.
The cool morning breeze came in through the window, making me shiver. I sat at my desk going through the mental list in my head of what I had to bring. After I was positive I had everything, I set off to the woods where I would go on the nature trail for my earth science class.
“ Ava” I said, “ come over here and sit down we need to talk.” she looked at me and then did not move she just looked at me. “Ava” I said again but this
On November 10th 2015, I went to the Bridgeport Police Department to get my fingerprints, as well as my palm prints done by a lady named Debbie Ayers. Mrs. Ayers works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation actually in the fingerprinting department, so it was nice because she had tons of interesting information about this subject! When it comes to fingerprinting, there are various types of inks and methods used to carry out the process. For instance, there is the chemical method which is where a red porelon pad ink is used. After the fingerprints are taken, the next step in the chemical method would be to put the ten print card into a heating element which would make the ink come out black
I could not believe when Dan explained everything he went through it broke my heart knowing it could be anyone. The worst part in all of this was when he got arrested for no reason he was just driving he wasn’t speeding nor did he put anyone in danger. Dan was driving a really nice car and because of that he went through hell and back. He went back into jail again for no Reason and the first the first time when he got arrested for a murder that he didn’t commit. Dan was wrongfully convicted for first degree he went through 5 years on death roll and ten years in jail. The reason to that is because he didn’t do that crime but he still got arrested. I feel like just because Dan was black he didn’t have a voice to speak up or that they really didn’t
I remember the fear and anticipation racing through me as I waited his arrival, friends questions consuming me not being able to answer any of them. When I heard the knock I wasn’t sure whether to run or go to him, I felt as if I had sweat pouring down my face in nervousness. Finally he turned the corner to the bedroom and gave a simple wave and a quiet almost inaudible hello. We started making our way out to the car with only the sounds of crickets around us in the dark night. After what felt like a year of silence we finally made it to the theater. Walking in I was entranced by the strong smell of buttery popcorn and before I could protest he quickly bought our tickets. As we made our way into the showing room I could feel the chilling air
what could be improved, she would often ask him what was going on. At 3:06pm, Ms. Temple had Aidan summarize things he would practice before his next lesson. Again, I loved how she was asking Aidan what he was going to do which forced him to remember everything they did and think for himself. At 3:07pm, Aidan took out Wohlfahrt’s Etude No. 7. Ms Temple explained how this etude really works out your fourth finger and related it to sit ups, It is easier faster than slower. Ms. Temple continued to isolate certain sections of this and ended Aidan’s lesson at 3:16pm
I am a 9th grade teacher in Baltimore City. Last year was my first year of teaching and I spent a large portion of the year really hating my job. I know I want to teach, but I am having a difficult time being consistent with classroom management. In all honesty, correcting student behavior makes me nervous. I also find that there are times where so many students are misbehaving that it is difficult to give a consequence. I have spent the past week scouring your blog and I have gotten a lot of good advice, however, I am still grappling with how to give consequences. How do I give consequences without interrupting the class or starting an argument? My first consequence is a verbal warning and the second consequence is parent contact. I am nervous
Watching the men roll up on them was a somewhat surreal experience. First, they did not immediately open fire—that was always a pleasant surprise. Next, they began to speak in alarmingly calm and collected tones and allowed the woman—Lyra Caspari, by her word—to tell "their story." And what a story it was, a tale of poor luck and quick thinking presented in such a disarming, demure, deferential tone that Kirin could not help but stifle a laugh.
After she left my room, I crawled into my taffy bed and began to think about my important mission as I licked my blanket. Trying to defeat a giant was definitely a scary thought, but I didn’t want to let them down, so I knew I had to be brave. Shortly after, I drifted off to sleep.
On Wednesday, I walked into a friends dorm room to find that his roommate had a few friends over. We were just going to be there for a few seconds, but I noticed that this guy in the room seemed to be somehow so genuine in the conversation that was occurring, despite the presence of a stranger (me). I saw this raw expression on his face that was absolutely begging for a photograph. So, I took one. I didn’t ask for permission, I just took it. Stole it, one might say. I turned on the shutter sound, because I was curious about the response I would recieve (the guy seemed nice enough, and I was pretty sure I could outrun him if the response wasn’t what I hoped for). The subject simply asked “Did you just take my picture?”. To which I responded
Incorporating religious education into the public school curriculum was once a main staple of American education. School days started with prayer and students were taught about religious influences as it pertains to American history. The constitutional views on the separation of church and state and the 1962 court case where the United States Supreme Court decided that teaching religion in public schools violated the First Amendment by constituting an establishment of religion caused Americans thoughts on including religion in public schools to change. Without religious education comes religious ignorance and with religious ignorance comes religious intolerance. Religious intolerance is a huge problem in the United States right now with prejudice and misunderstandings, sometimes leading to violence, happening between U.S citizens of different religions. Religious education should be taught in public schools because it will allow for a positive impact on religious tolerance.
I barge out the door without grabbing my coat. I don’t grab shoes either, and in my haste I trip into the creek and fall on my hands and knees in icy water. I snarl and yank myself up, running into the forest, searching for any sign of my little sister. It’s getting dark out, she’ll get lost without the light to guide her.
We decided to go. We geared up; we put on our shoes, we pulled our sweaters over our heads, and got the most important things, our phones. As we exited the cottage into the cool night we turned on the flashlights on our phones.