For the past 14 years, I tried being a good son and more importantly a good brother. I obeyed orders. I let you girls have most of the attention, and I did everything that was asked of me. But as weird as it may sound, getting bitten woke me up...
I still want to be a good brother and I'm still a good son, but I need more.
These are the last days of summer for me... In 2 years, I will be leading my own band. I will have to tour and grind. I will have to try the best I can to reach the top, but then what?
What will happen after my first God Smacking Good show or after I become #1? There is more to life than music and I want to see it all before it's too late.
So now you know. When Lieve bit me, what I saw was not a girl being crazy(Okay
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When I first joined marching band after seventh grade, I missed the first summer practice to see a concert. At that time, I had no idea how much band would come to mean to me nor the unexpected amount of dedication needed. Before marching band, music was merely a casual thing, but it has transformed this old hobby into a greater priority. After just one season, this shift was noticeable. I certainly did not consider missing two days of a Disney World vacation to march at nationals when first reading the schedule. But this beloved sport worked its ways in a few short months. Through two marching seasons and a winter concert, band became one of the most prominent activities in my life.
Not only am I the head drum major of my band, but I’m also the president of concert band, a member of the handbell choir (for three years), and apart of my school’s jazz band (for four years). I take this responsibility very seriously and try my best to aid my band director whenever I can. Besides band, I am a member of the school chorus (for two years), the women’s ensemble (for two years), my school’s chamber choir (for two years), and a community choir (for five years)! Music, ever since middle school, has been the driving force that’s kept me busy in life. While other students were bored in study hall, I always was able to resort to my band room to practice. In my high school career, I have had the honor to attend two (going on three) district band festivals and one (hopefully two) region band festivals. These opportunities have been nerve-wracking, yet extremely informing and exciting. My life as a musician has made me think differently on life and provided insight on
I want to try to my best capability to help and further the potential of this band. Even though we are losing many great seniors this year- we can still pursue greater things. I have nearly been on leadership before and I understand the values and expectations that have already been set. I enjoy working alongside all the fellow students here in the band and can’t wait for next marching season!
Once upon a time there was a boy named Strong Lad Steven. Strong Lad lived in the mountains with his family and other villagers. His family was made up of a father, a mother, and a little, impotent brother named Strong Shad. Although his little brother's name was "Strong" Shad, it was hard for him to live up to the name because he was so feeble. The house they lived in was on top of the biggest mountain in the village, therefore, the two young boys had plenty of room to roam and play while being out of danger's way. The boys would do this while the parents would amble around the meadows. Strong Lad and Strong Shad loved comic books. Some of their favorite things to do were making their own comics or dressing up as super heroes. Spider man was
The hypothesis is more easily stated than proved. For obvious reasons, there are no precise data on the intention of an attacker toward his vic- tim-whether he wished to wound or injure, with some apprehension of the risk of death or some desire to kill, or whether he single-mindedly intended to kill at any cost. Either of these mental states would be con- sistent with a finding of murder if homicide results. But the more am- biguous intention might well lead to the termination of an attack before lethal consequences ensue. The barroom fight ends when one of the two participants has been stabbed, shot, or beaten into submission.3 At that point the issue has been decided. Similarly, the violent domestic dispute may end decisively without fatal
12 years ago Mikkel, Hal's father, died on a raiding trip. Before his death he had his best friend, Thorn, promise that he would help Hal. Thorn promises but loses his right arm on the voyage back. Once in Skandia he becomes a drunk, however Hal's mother Karina reminds Thorn of his promise and starts to employ him in her inn.
Spanking is known to be a form of corporal punishment in the eyes of many, a form of child abuse but too many others is a form of disciplining their children that have acted or behaved badly. Spanking consist of an adult striking a child or at times another adult on the buttocks for acting up in an unacceptable behavior. In this essay, I will be focusing more about children receiving this type of disciple. Is it right or wrong? A psychologist, Dr. Barbara Greenberg said in a CNN article, “Physical punishment instills a feeling of shame, it’s a very embarrassing thing to be spanked, and shame is one of the most intolerable feelings to experience." She says that it brings depression and anxiety to the child. On another hand you have Pope Francis telling the world that it’s ok to spank your child. USA today reports that the Holiness said parents "should be able to rectify their child's inappropriate action by imposing certain
Parents should not spank children regardless of their age or what they have done. Most parents I have seen do not verbally say “I spank my child” but it does occur more than what is seen. It is not an everyday occurrence for me to see a child being spanked in public. However it does occur more frequently in bathrooms or behind closed doors. I am willing to bet it happens a lot more than meets the eye. When I do see spankings in public it makes me uncomfortable. Even though it is an arrestable offence to hit a child a certain way, parents still do it.
Many people don’t know what to do when someone is chocking or many people freeze and do not know how to react. But chocking is a very serious problem. Chocking occurs when a foreign object like food, becomes stuck in the throat or windpipe. This will cause a person to not get the flow of air needed. When someone is chocking someone just needs to do a few things to help the person in need. However, the first thing you should always do is call 911 or get someone to call as you start performing first aid.
I don’t like that I have to babysit my obnoxious brothers. I will go deaf listening to them scream, yell, cry , yell-cry, and stomp the floor. I also don’t like when they come to me with the dumbest things. I also hate it when my youngest brother slams his door.
Knock. Knock. Knock. That's a child predator knocking at your door to see your child. Your children can be kidnapped, cyber-bullied, or they could receive inappropriate texts. There are also a lot of ways to stop this.
People are desperate for friendship at times. For this reason, they'll go to great lengths to win the approval of their peers. Everyone knows that guy who turned to smoking for friendship or that girl who thought sucking off men would lead to fame and fortune. Well, according to scientists, that's just not the case. Taking up a Marlboro hobby will make you lose friends just like a career on RedTube or Xhamster would.
I go downstairs to her room and hide all of her treats and gifts from petco. She growls because she wants them, and she can clearly see them, despite all of my actions to get them away from her. I spot a shimmering, purple, sparkling birthday hat that my grandma got me for my birthday. I thought it would be fun to put the hat on her. I was wrong. She stood there staring me in the eyes with the ugly birthday hat barely resting on her head. She growled louder and stronger with every second she was staring at me, until finally her growls escalated to a yipping or barking. I take off the hat and both of us are relieved. I pet her and what used to be soft fur, was now marked with sharp, purple crystals from that hat. I feel bad for her, so I open up her treats and give one milk bone to
Imagine going through a normal day without the ability to speak a single word. Would the incapability to communicate with others be a struggle? How would it feel if you could not get your point across? On February 4, 2002, although I may not have known it at the time, my life had been changed forever. This is the day when my twin brothers were born. My brother Anthony has truly inspired my life as he faces the struggle of being nonverbal everyday of his life.