We each have different ideas on what the right or wrong thing to do during a difficult situation is. In David Foster Wallace’s short story “Good People” a young religious couple are hesitant on a decision of abortion when discovering they are expecting an unplanned baby. Not only are they struggling with the situation, they are also having a problem within their relationship. The couple has to face their fears and thoughts on what they were going to do. This is very similar to when I had to make a difficult decision, when I became pregnant with my son at a young age.
The rising sun was orient in the blue sky. Dewdrops sparkle in the morning sun. Someone patted me on the back. The man whipped out a knife. He was a fat clumsy and dirty looking man. His hair had been badly cut and the ends were uneven. The sight made me stop dead in my tracks. Fear stole into my heart. He cowed me with his threats. The smell of smoke clung to his clothes.On the one hand, he had pressed and held both my hands. On the other hand, he continually stroked my body. He just bear down on me with all his strength so I was unable to repel and move. The rough cloth pricked my skin.Then I just lost it and started screaming. "Stop it !" I bellowed at him. My word made no impression on him. No one was on the scene at the time. Why he did it? What was his intention in doing that? How could this happen to me? Why should it be me? After that, every step I took sent the pain shooting up my thighs. I could not breathe. As I straightened up, the ache in my back grew worse. I bore the pain without a word of complaint. I thought it would
Tears began to fall down my cheeks as he pressed his body into my back. I then felt....pressure....down below. And a searing pain ripped through my entire body as he forced himself inside of me. I could feel warmth running down my legs. I don't think it was water. I closed my eyes tight and tried to think of my family and making spaghetti with my mom and playing the piano with nana. With every thrust I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into long lost memories of a time when I was truly innocent. I didn't even realize it had ended until I woke up in the medical ward 4 hours later. I was lying on my belly, my ass covered in blood-soaked bandages. They told me I had been stitched. They told me u would be okay. One of them leaned down and whispered to me "you deserved it" with a slight chuckle. I never saw their face. I shuddered to think that they could be treating me regularly. With such disgust and disregard for my
For years, the mother-to-be was, and still is, the sole decision maker of the choice to terminate the pregnancy, whereas the father has little to no say in the matter. In most relationships the decisions are two-sided, parenting included, so why is the choice to keep or abort the
The democratic party began in 1848 and is the oldest party that is still active today.
The role that millennial leaders play on Capitol Hill has not dramatically changed since the time its generational counterparts held office. I recall moments in history in which political figures such as Thomas Jefferson, Frederick Douglass, and Barack Obama embodied the roles of successful leaders. What all the aforementioned figures, shared in common as well as should any Millennial on Capitol Hill is the spirit to act as a national respondent on injustices, negotiator, and advocate of the people. These qualities have been evoked by all the greatest leaders I can think of and still are relevant to any leader today.
When I think of a senior project, I think of an educational opportunity that help students obtain adult-like skills, interests, and hopefully, maturity. Also, it’s a form of expression for most students, because it’s their chance where they can show and demonstrate what they’ve accomplished throughout their experience with their topic. As I mentioned before, it helps students obtain interests but also helps them acknowledge others and expand their minds to new possibilities or opportunities. I also think that senior projects are beneficial for a student's future because if they worked hard enough on their topic, and chose to pursue it as a career, they could have their senior project as a listed experience to set them aside from other applicants. Even
The United States of America has two major political parties, Democrats, and the Republicans. President Trump‘s approval rating throughout The first few months of his term compared to that of former President Obama reveals why certain sections of America like one over the other.
A political party is a partnership of individuals with similar beliefs who collaborate with each other to win elections and gain more control over the government. Political parties challenge each other for political power and for the capability to put their beliefs and policies into implementation (Sparknotes Editors, 2010). The first party, created in 1787, formed because Hamilton and other leaders wanted a strong central government; they called themselves the Federalists. In 1796, anti - Federalists joined together with Jefferson because instead of a strong central government, they believed in a strong national (federal) government (Scholastic Library Publishing, 2007). Since then, about 50 political parties have formed in the United States;
In 1997 the Broncos won their first Super Bowl, Super Bowl XXXIII and they won Super Bowl XXXIV the next year. The Broncos won their Super Bowls with most of the same team members. The win was a big accomplishment for the team. I think the Broncos are one of
We all make choices that are not always the best ones. However, a baby is precious gift that should never be viewed as a mistake, or cause you to loose friends. This young lady did not make this baby all by herself, yet she sits alone the dad is nowhere to be found. The language is simple, yet very powerful especially to those who believe in God. Mark Wills' song claims, “In God's eyes we're all the same” (Wills 9). After all we are all spiritual beings experiencing being human even if one does not believe in God. And there is not one human better than another no matter what their status, especially in God's
Next I knew I was hurled across the living room and smashed against the kitchen wall. As I lay crumpled in the corner gasping air too afraid to move, too afraid to speak I lay as still as could be until I heard him leave. I am not sure how long it was before I moved but it felt like hours. Only once he was gone did I allow myself to cry like I had never cried before. I shed tears of hurt, tears of humiliation frustration and tears of pain. I replayed it over and over in my mind not wanting to believe what had just happened and what actually happened.
“How would you feel if your mother aborted you? You’re a heartless person and I
Imagine you’re asleep somewhere; somewhere quiet, serene, where you feel safe. Suddenly, there are unknown hands on you, rough and groping and invasive. It’s too dark to see, and the fear makes it impossible for you to move. You can do nothing to stop it, and while you lay there, helpless, it continues relentlessly. This scene may seem like nothing to you, but for me and many others it is more terrifying than any horror film. I was fourteen, and I started dating a boy from school. He was my first real boyfriend, and I remember being so excited to finally be grown up and to be wanted by someone. But that joy didn’t last, and quickly turned to grief. At such a young age, a huge part of my youth was taken from me and replaced with pain. When I was fourteen I became a victim, and that is a term that has followed me every day of my life since. It’s come to define me, and I can never forgive the world for that.
On October 31st 2014, I attended my best friend’s halloween party. We all had to dress up and arrive at her house at ten o’clock. This was the first non-birthday party I had ever attended and I was excited to finally be out of the house past nine o’clock. My best friend and I decided to get ready together. She chose to dress up as Marilyn Monroe and I as Daisy from The Great Gatsby. Our costumes were intricate and realistic. She wore the typical Marilyn Monroe white dress and a bright red lip; while I wore a gold tiered flapper dress with a jeweled and feathered headdress. By the time we were finished getting ready, the party was about to start. By eleven o’clock the party was finally getting started. The music was booming and everyone was dancing; when suddenly I received a text. It read, “I see you.” It was signed by someone named “JJ.” I didn’t think anything of it because it was Halloween and