When I was 14 years old, two of my best friends killed themselves. Its hard for me to say now. I've denied it even happening up until a year ago. I just can't think about how I lost them, it's just too hard.
There were four of us at first. Charlie, Noah, Jaime, and me. Sometimes our little group got not-so-small, but the new ones always left. They'd get bored or find other friends. It was nothing to us. We had each other, that’s all that mattered. Growing up, we'd do anything you'd expect kids to do. We would all sneak over to Charlie's house in the dead of night and watch bad horror movies, or we'd go stay in the woods till our parents would just drag us out. Or we'd skip classes in favor of playing games in Jaime's basement. Or- well, the list could go on.
Our lives weren't great. Charlie's parents fought, a lot. They'd try to keep it from her, but the constant screams and wails would only stop when her mother left to find comfort in someone else and her father would drown himself with the liquor cabinet. There were five kids in my house when we could afford two. My parents tried their best, but there were times when we could only eat once a day. Noah, oh poor Noah. When he was seven, his mom drove their car into the ditch on their way home. She didn't make it. He grew up alongside his cousins, though he was never treated well by them. Then there's Jaime. Jaime's family were religious. Real uptight Catholics. Well, you know that stereotype about Catholic priests and
I am sure that everyone of you have heard about aliens and UFOs. Indeed, we all have heard about the famous case of aliens and UFOs in Roswell, New Mexico. Most people might be interested in the topic of aliens, but I know that the majority of you just think of it as rumours and the existence of them are impossible. Therefore, I am standing here in front all of you to make you change your perspective. I am strongly confident that I have found the evidence of their real existence to convince all of you.
Persuasive speech outline purpose: To persuade my audience to donate blood through the American Red Cross. Introduction:
My house was not a home. Everyone would sleep all day or in till my dad got home for break to destroy the atmosphere. When everyone was awake they’d stay in their rooms playing video games or watched Netflix. I hated it. I was the only adult in that house ever since I was 14 and I didn’t remember the feeling of being a kid or a teenager till I left. My dad would always have mile long list of chores for me to do and I did everything. I cooked, I cleaned, I was mom, dad, and big brother. I wasn’t allowed to do anything either regardless if the house was white glove spotless. I was a slave to the house and only got to go out on occasions. I never got homework done and my goal everyday was to get stoned and see how much I can clean which I still did remarkable housework. This was not the life for me. I was angry, mean, and hateful I wasn’t very much fun. But I knew that wasn’t me, not at
Students at Palmyra Area High School should not be allowed to display information supporting the display of the Confederate Flag in the atrium. The flag is seen as a controversial symbol, and can allow disruption to happen throughout the school. Supporting the flag is seen as a something throughout heritage, however, the flag can also be seen as racist. Throughout school hours, the school has the privilege to monitor the student's free speech, attempting to make the school a place that all the students want to be.
We are here for one goal I but what if you could do that while helping others. (Goodwill)
1. Why is this topic important to them? The topic is important to my audience because it may help them see the death penalty in a different light.
My fellow Huaorani we are facing a mass extinction. If we don’t act soon the tradition we have set up will disappear completely. The oil companies are trying to take over the ground beneath us because there is oil. They will stop at nothing to continue to make a profit and will show no mercy to us doing so. They look at us as if we are not even human, they show no respect for our traditions or our way of life.
I am sure that everyone of you have heard about aliens and UFOs. Indeed, we all have heard about the famous case of aliens and UFOs in Roswell, New Mexico. Most people might be interested in the topic of aliens, but I know that the majority of you just think of it as rumours and the existence of them are impossible. Therefore, I am standing here in front all of you to make you change your perspective. I am strongly confident that I have found the evidence of their real existence to convince all of you.
“Neutralizing the gravity with all love and pure will, they remained in the air suspended in the air inches below the ceiling and they kissed each other for a long time.” Then I heard a bang of a door opening and then a suddenly felt like I was about to pass out and me and my empress fell to the ground as I was about to pass out from the tranquilizer I heard a bag from a ten gauge shotgun the handicap general had shot the musicians dead.I woke up in a army base strapped down with steel bars and my empress was out old still next to me she was also held down but she didn’t have her handicaps on and that was the case she was beautiful. Then, the handicap general walked in and yelled at me
B. Child abuse does not go away on its own, but 90 percent of child abuse is preventable.
For example, using a leftover coffee can for loose nails or screws, or even washing and reusing a plastic zip-loc bag instead of throwing it in the garbage. Thrift shopping is a way of reusing someone else’s unwanted goods. As I spoke about in an earlier speech about thrifting, I included many locations and ways to thrift, also the benefits to the shopper and the donator. One place in particular was shopping at the local boys and girls club. I personally shop there, keeping my eyes open for a good deal. For example, the pair of jeans that I am wearing today was purchased from this store just a few months ago. I paid only $8.00 for this pair of Lucky Jeans and according to buckle.com, a retailer for lucky jeans the retail price is $99.00 that is a savings to me of $91.00.I am not the type to worry about name brands, but quality usually does cost more. If I can get a quality pair of jeans at a fraction on the price, I am glad to shop at the thrift store. I am thankful to the person that made the donation of the lucky jeans and they can benefit from that donation. According to the IRS webpage, IRS. Gov it explains that an individual can donate items like clothing, household furniture and furnishings, a car or boat, even taxidermy. The donations are appraised, by the donator, and recorded. At the time of filing taxes if the donation equals at least $500 for the year, the donator may take advantage of the
It’s the beginning of I.E. time at Appleton North. Students file into the classroom while chatting with friends about what they did last night or the test they have next hour. Eventually, everyone finds their seats. Some open up their Chromebooks and put earbuds, others are opening a textbook and some continue to chat with the people around them. Within a few minutes, everyone in the room stops what they’re doing. They all stand and turn toward the nearest flag to mindlessly drone the same 31 words they’ve been reciting every morning since Kindergarten.
All High School students have said “I hate school” or “I can’t wait to get outta here” right? Then someone replies with “ wait till you get my age and you’ll wish you were there again”. They definitely weren't lying when they told me this. When I got into the Freshman Center most teachers mentioned “these next four years of school are gonna fly by”. Those teachers told the truth.
12:25pm — Friday. You take third lunch, so why are you still sitting in class? Your bio teacher wants to finish telling you the homework. Who cares? It’ll be on schoology. She dismisses you. You sling your bag over your shoulder and dart out of the classroom. Wait, where’s your phone? You slap your pockets; no phone to be found. You check the side pockets on your backpack; nope. Frustrated, you swing your backpack around your body and shove your hand to the bottom. You feel around a bit, shove the broken pencils and various pens around. Push that math binder out of the way and boom, got your phone. Next class starts at 1 o’clock. Time to move.
Although my house was filled with chaos from Reaghan and I constantly fighting (now I realize it was all in love of course), the household was always filled with laughter and love. It wasn’t until the fourth grade that my life went through a major change from a great life to a not-so-great life, which as a youngster was my view of it at the time. Due to a change in the economy and a drastic budget cut, I was forced to enroll in a public-school system.