I'm not your ordinary college student, I don't go out and party, I don't go out and do drugs. I have one goal and that's to finish college before getting my first STD. Most people would think I'm stupid for wanting to do this, but really, I just don't have time for people. I major in Astronomy, and I work all night in a Diner across the city. It was the best paying job for my kind of age. Being 19 does not help in the state of Washington, take note on that.
There were big time companies, but they wouldn't have hired me, I didn't have expertise or I was just too young. I was able to work as a bartender but seeing as how my older sister met her husband, baby daddy and now widowed. I decided against that job and worked at my diner. Rarely anybody
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Real settle, what if guys look at me like I'm one of the French Whores who wear too much Victoria Secret Perfume, I mean don't get me wrong, it smells nice but there is a fine line between that's enough and you're going to smell like a French Whore if you don't stop sprinkling that crap everywhere.
I shouldn't have to worry about other people trying to kidnap me, I have a Taser and Pepper Spray, My brother was a retired police officer so I got his Taser, which Im sure thats not even allowed? I mean, its protecting me and my well being so. Hearing incoherent sounds into the distance I could see 5 Figures coming into more of a clear view. Just. Freaking. Great. Just what I needed, a freaking mob telling me that I'm their next victim.
Me: Um, Allie where the heck are you! Pretty sure there is a mob down the street that will try to kidnap me!
I texted her but no reply, she never replied while she was driving which made her the safest driver in the world in my perspective. Although her road rage was a train wreck. "Hey there pretty little lady!" One of the men said into the distance, his words were slurred but I knew it was directed to
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I have paper spray and boy, let me tell you, it would be painful as heck if I used it on you." I yelled, but it didn't sound right, didn't even sound like a yell at all actually. I sounded scared, you could defiantly hear the fear in my voice.
"Awe, boys that's so cute, she doesn't swear, she's innocent and pure" He chuckled and started walking towards my way, with his posse following behind him. "You and I both know what you don't have the guts to use pepper spray princess." He had said, calmly like it was just a friendly conversation but I could feel the tension and the unease in the air, like a thick thick fog in the late winter nights.
"Is that a challenge?" I knew better to step up, even better when It was against the School's bad boy Blake Asher. He was a tsunami you didn't want to mess with, and here I was. Splashing him around like he was a freaking puddle. He chuckled and looked me straight in the eye. I was looking death right in the eyes, and you know what I saw? The Grim Reaper staring right back at
When most people hear my full name , “Joann Botani," they automatically assume I'm Italian, but truth is I am actually Middle Eastern. From what I know my dad does have a little Italian in his blood but the name “Botani” actually comes from a city in Turkey. I come from an upper-middle class house hold and I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. Being the oldest has its challenges because there is so much expected from me whether it is school, work or social life. I tend to think my younger siblings have it easier because I am the one who pushes the boundaries with my parents and because of that my siblings usually get to do what ever the want because it is not as extreme as what I do. It has always been easy for my younger sister because she is the “princess” of the house but I am my dad’s favorite while my brother is a momma’s boy. My family is very competitive when it comes to school and grades, my little brother and I were always duking it out
vehicle, and she said "no". I asked Maria if she wanted to press charges against
In “Lieutenant Nun: Memoir of a Transvestite in the New World” by Catalina de Erauso, a female-born transvestite conquers the Spanish World on her journey to disguise herself as a man and inflicts violence both on and off the battlefield. Catalina discovers her hidden role in society as she compares herself to her brothers advantage in life, as they are granted money and freedom in living their own lives. Erauso decides to take action of this act of inequality by forming a rebellion, as she pledges to threaten the social order.The gender roles allotted to both men and women in the Spanish world represent the significance of societal expectations in order to identify the importance of gender in determining one’s position in the social order in the Spanish World.
Although ambition is deemed as being the leading factor of preventing self-discovery, fear is along the honourable mentions. For example, in the novel it presents the character of Marie-Laure, a girl who is blind, literally, and lives a life in fear. Now the word fear is one where most people tend to avoid it, reason being is that fear is the very essence of something that is believed to be harmful, destructive, and painful. It is an unknown variable whether being physical, emotional, or spiritual in which it can frightens one’s self of self-imagination, or even their own very reality. To continue and explain on how Marie lives in a life of fear, she is firstly blind. Being unable to see the physical animate objects in front of you only leaves
As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.
On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.
This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.
We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.
Mrs. Sofia is a 46-year-old Hispanic female. Mrs. Sofia moved to the United States six months ago from the Dominican Republic. She moved with her family to Connecticut to better their lives and for greater job opportunities. Mrs. Sofia works at the local high school as a housekeeper. Mrs. Sofia is happily married with two daughters, one son, and she lives with her parents. Mrs. Sofia is very close with her family. Mrs. Sofia stated, “My family is the biggest part of my life and support system”. Mrs. Sofia’s primary language is Spanish, but can speak some English. Mrs. Sofia and her family believe in folk remedies in times of illness. In time of sickness, she uses herbs to help cure the illness. Since Mrs. Sofia is a immigrant from the Dominican Republic she was not able to receive the same type of health care that a typical American would have.
One of my nicest friends when I moved from Azores, Portugal to Minot, North Dakota in 2005 was Nicole Hamm. Nicole and I met at the CDC in Minot Air Force Base, in September of 2005. Ever since we met each other we have became unseperatable, until she moved to Florida in the summer of 2015 but we still talk. When we first met she was kind, and caring. There was never a day where she didn't make me laugh so hard that I was crying. When I first met her, we played 20 questions. My first question was what is your favorite color? Yet, her answer was neon purple ( not purple it had to be neon purple). As we kept playing I found that she likes to play Legos, and Minecraft with her younger brother and that she loves to watch Monster High and My
Talk about road-rage. Then he sped off and disappeared in the traffic. I got out of my car and started to walk towards her. I was genuinely concerned for her. As I got closer I could see a pretty big dent on the back of her car.
I remember the night I was taken from the home I had lived in for nine years. I’ll never be able to forget that night no matter how hard I try.I lived alone with only Daddy to take care of me. I don’t Think Daddy ever really liked me. I know that he had always wanted a boy. He would never have the chance to have one because two years later mama died from small pox. After that daddy would barely get out of bed, and when he did he would go down to the local saloon and buy a bottle of rum and sit on the curb and murmur to himself as he drank the bottle down.I wouldn’t of survived if I hadn’t meet Dame Kleur, african for color lady. People called her this because of the colorful beads she always wore around her neck. I met her one day when
I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of
People say that I’m too young to have problems in my life but they don’t know that even though I’m only sixteen years old, life forced me to become a mature person at a young age. I see things differently than most teenagers, which means that it’s harder for me to fit in. I’m not good at making friends, I’m very selective but I like to help people if they need me. My crucible started since I came to the United States when I was twelve, and after that my life has been so different.
While it is highly likely that I will someday be abducted due to my oblivious nature, in the case that I am kidnapped, I have an escape plan prepared. Someday I will be walking down the street or a deserted ominous-looking alleyway for some bizarre reason, lost in my complicated world of thoughts, and will be unaware of a person following me. Once that person has grabbed me, I will attack the person with my free limb on their face, stomach or kneecap if they are a female and the groin if they are a male. I will then spray them with pepper spray. If I am lucky, I will thence run for my life yelling and demanding for help. Once I have something such as a road between my attacker and I, I will direct bystanders to call the police or help me escape. If the person manages to catch up to me, I will grab hold of a bystander. I will yell at them saying that the man or woman is trying to kidnap me. My chances of escaping will increase substantially when other people are added into the fight. If I do not manage to