When I was a child, I was a real menace. My mother told me my behavior could clear out a playground. Obviously changes have happened since my playground days and today I’m going to tell you a story prior to my metamorphosis. This is a story that I am not proud to say happened. My parents think it’s funny; however, at the time of the incident they did not. This happened about ten years ago, so I can now look back on it and laugh about what happened with them.
This is a story of when I locked my babysitter out of my house. At that time, she was a young high school girl, around my age now, sixteen. Her name was Bethany; she was a former student of my fathers. He worked at the junior high in town, and found most of our babysitters from there. She was always a good babysitter. We didn’t have any problems, until that day. It was a Monday afternoon in the summertime. I was ready to stay inside and relax after a tiring weekend. On Sunday, my family had just gotten back from a baseball tournament for my brother. Bitter was how I felt after spending another weekend at the diamond instead of going to a waterpark with my friends. To me every weekend of every summer was spent at a baseball diamond. My father was the coach and my brother, Noah, was a player. Honestly though, it was just about every weekend for a good chunk of my childhood, but back to the real story.
Just like any other summer day I was spending it at home. My brother, Noah, and I were at home with our babysitter,
This past summer was comparable to the past summers. I was with my friends and family tons. Sunday nights were the nights my friends and I would drive to the outdoor movie theater,
It took me three times to get use to riding a bike and after I got it down, we decided to head out down the block to Independence park on the bikes. This was the only park in the city that had a mix of a skate park and traditional park. We would usually hang out in the playground since we did not skate. When we got to front of the park we set our bikes down by a wooden fence that separated the grass area and parking lot. Isabel and Bianca had rushed out to the swings and I did some snooping around the park. I was always curious about my surroundings when I went out since I did not have that luxury to be out or play when I would have wanted to. I loved taking in the scenery, the beauty of the nature, and the flowers. They were my favorite thing about visiting Independence park. I was walking around this fence that surrounded the playground until I had reached the restrooms. I noticed this huge brown paper bag sitting on this phone booth. I was secretly freaking out cause I was curious to what was inside. My mom had always told me not be a traviesa (naughty) and that I should never touch what doesn’t belong to me so I rushed off to Isabel and Bianca to tell them about the bag. I figured I needed some partners in crime for this. When I got to the swings I was very out of breath I was a pretty chubby kid growing up, but that still did not stop me from running, I enjoyed it a lot actually. As gathered myself together and took in a deep breath Isabel yelled, “What is it? Why are you running so fast?” I looked up to her and said, “There is a brown on phone booth just sitting there. It’s so strange no one is here at the park and it is just there. Why?” She gave me a look as if I had said the most uninteresting thing on the planet and continued to say, “Okay? Why does this
This weekend I, personally did not have much planned. The only activity I attended was a seven-hour dance tryout for the Foley Falconettes Dance Team. At the dance tryout, all the people were made to do learn a dance, jumps and leaps, the splits, and stretch plenty therefore people wouldn’t hurt themselves. I needed to attend this to figure out what team I will be attending this for the winter. After my seven-hour dance tryouts, my family held a campfire. I could sit under the stars and listen to the campfire crackle.
I ran across the street and almost got hit by a two bicyclist, I pick up the newspaper lying on the bench dated May 18, 2007. As I flip through the paper I see the obituary of my mother, I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence, this was my chance. I sat down on the same section of the sidewalk I sat before, although now it has many cracks. I repeated under my breath “May 16 2007” several times until finally I was placed on the same street corner again. I’m almost too positive it's the right date so I run down the street and take a left then I take two rights until I approach my driveway. As i’m just about to open the backdoor with the key that’s kept in the seat cushion near the door I realize my parents don’t know me, and I can't just walk in. I head behind the garage to strategize, I came up with the plan that i'll knock on the door and talk to them about a lost dog for a while, hoping to push back their schedule enough to prevent my mom from the
This summer I hung out with my friends a lot. We went to eat, drove around, and went to the drive inn. My friend Kara and I went to the river many times this summer. On the Fourth of July we went to the Niobrara, and floated down the river. Kara, Kenndal, and I all went to Chamberlain on Kenndal’s birthday. In Chamberlain we went to Dairy Queen, went to a rummage sale, and saw the dignity statue. I had a very fun summer with my friends.
In the afternoons we had time to ourselves. A lot of the times a group of us lounged by the pool. One day I went to Universal with Mom and we explored Harry Potter world. Another day I went with my friends and we went and saw Adam Lambert perform. We laughed and joked at team dinners and lunches, but when it
When I was 20 months old my partner in crime was born. Kensey Kaitlyn McKee was born March 7, 2002, and little did I know my life would be changed forever. I was not an only child anymore I now had a little sister who needed all the attention. Once Kensey was old enough to walk and talk that’s when we really started to have fun. We once got in trouble for wiping diaper rash cream all over our walls and mirrors, it was a disaster but I’m sure we were having the time of our lives. Another time we put our new kitten in a cooler in 100 degree weather for hours, and then finally one of us remembered where we had put her luckily the cat was just fine. We always had so much fun. I feel so bad for my parents at one point they had two toddler
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It is still so surreal to reflect back on my first semester as an incoming college student in the ENC1101 course, analyzing at my progression as a reader and writer in literacy. Since the first day of class I set in stone my goals for this class: receive a 4.0 GPA, develop my connecting theories skills in writing, and become more aware of objectives for each Unit throughout the course. All of these goals became achievements that not only make others proud but most importantly give me self pride. In order to earn the grades and achieve these goals, I went after every opportunity that I was given as an incoming college student, such as office hours and extra credit. By taking this course I have gained confidence with the utilization of literacy, and made an addition to my group of impactful literacy sponsors. Once students are finished with high school they assume that there is nothing else to learn beyond the stereotypical five paragraph essay, but they are so wrong. I was able to obtain so much knowledge about numerous course concepts from Writing about Writing, articles, and my professor. These concepts will carry on with me throughout a bright future of writing courses, job interviews, and any other skills that require literacy. The four outcomes listed below will help illuminate how I improved as a writer, by being a driven college student and going out of the way to earn my achievements in this course. In the first outcome I improved comprehending scholar texts,
One day my mom had a innocent idea that turned into one of the most traumatizing experience of my life. She decided to take us to the mall but, little did I know that I would get lost. It began as we walked around, I noticed a new toy at the toy store. I went over to look at it, I picked up the toy and said “look mom it talks”, but to my surprise she was gone and nowhere to be found. My four year old mind went into panic mode, as if it was running around in circles. A few moments later a kind lady comes up to me and ask if I was lost. I answered yes and she took my hand to look for my mom. It was soon after that I found her, I quickly ran to her and gave her a big hug. As I began to tell her how scared I was, I had tears rolling down my face.
It all started with a bike, let me tell you how it all started…. It was a calm day, my brother, Blake, his friend, also named Blake, and our nanny Rebekah were all riding bikes. My brother’s friend was using mine, so I had to ride on the peg of my nanny’s bike. So we were riding when suddenly,”CRASH”! Next thing I knew, I was on the sidewalk. “AHHHHH,” I screamed in pain. my foot had slid into the bike wheel (it hurt). My brother came running down the hill screaming, GARRETT! My nanny layed me down on the couch. My brother’s friend suggested I watch bike fail videos to cheer me up, and it worked! After that I was on the couch for pretty much the entire day, but the first thing that came to my mind, MOM.I was afraid that my mom would fire Rebekah for what happened.
I remember my first day of daycare I was very scared. I wasn’t ever a really talkative child with my tiny vocabulary. I was an over thinker I thought ahead of time all the possibilities all the consequences. As it turns out all of the other children were turtles sticking close to their parents scared of every one not willing to come out of their shell. However one boy stood out more than the others a black boy who was in the corner shaking in fright tears like waterfallscoming out of his chocolate colored eyes. About five minutes later my mom left for work and I went over to the black boy. “What’s your name J-Jermaine” “Avery”.” “Avery Luciano.” A young man around his mid-twenties called “here” “Jermaine McCoy” “H-Here he said” A month has passed since we came here and things have darkened.
During the four day weekend I did a lot of things. On Wednesday night I had conferences and that went well, my parents were happy with me. That night we watched volleyball on TV. On Thursday I played outside with
Self-presentation is described as playing out a self to the reaction and anticipation of others (p. 32). Men and women both modify their self-presentation to the reaction of others. In a classic study noted by Crawford of female college students who were provided with details of male students who were either desirable or undesirable as a potential date and who was characterized as having traditional or more modern values, According to the textbook the study found that, “When women thought they would have the opportunity to meet the man, they changed their descriptions of themselves to fit the man’s traditional or modern values-but only if he was attractive” (p.25). Self-presentation can be looked at as calculated choices, choices that are made under certain circumstances in order to appeal to certain groups or others. For example, when Jordan overheard his uncle Bernie and his friends making fun of him for doing gymnastics he decided to get into basketball again to please his uncle. Another example is Briana, when her mother wants her to be more tough and aggressive when she’s out on the field she begins to do so because she’s wants to please her mother.