Smart Kids Do Stupid Things Essay

Parents, they are the sole caretakers of their beloved children. They strive every living moment to care for, provide for, and to create a better life for their offspring. Most parents would prefer that their children follow the paths and guidance set forth by them. They teach and guide their children to the paths that they want them to follow, the paths that they believe is best for the future and well-being of their child. However in actuality, it is predominantly the child’s own decision to determine what their future holds. They may choose to follow the paths of their parents or perhaps even pave an entirely new road leading to their own destinies and dreams. Take the Wall’s family from Jeannette Wall’s memoir, Glass Castle, for instance. Even with

At 12:01, with the echo of the last bell lingering in the air, the one-hundred pounds of dynamite hidden in the wagon exploded (Andrews, 2014). Shrapnel encompassed the immediate area; people were dropping everywhere. The structures nearby shook as the shock wave slammed through the exterior walls. The cloth awnings that overlooked the streets burst into flames (Bellows, 2007). Next, came a rain shower of glass that drenched the streets from the shattered windows. Nearby, World War I veterans experienced a scene of devastation very similar to that of the battlefields. They initially suspected that cause of such destruction had come from the skies (King, 2011). One witness wrote, “ It was a crash out of a blue sky, an unexpected, death dealing bolt which in a twinkling turned into a shamble the busiest corner of Americas financial center” (Gage 2002).

In households across America, teenagers and parents do not traditionally get along. Donny a teenage boy is no different, he believes his parents don't know anything about a teenager’s life, he does not get along with his parents at all. His school recommends that he should get a tutor, but the tutor was not serious, he let the kids mess around and he did not, tutor Donny like he said he would. Donny got worse and went crazy and it all led to bad things and then he ended up running away. In the story Teenage Wasteland By. Anne Tyler the author expresses that you should listen to your parents because they know whats best for you and they want the best for you.

In the works of Alistair MacLeod, Alden Nowlan, and Aaron Smith, each author establishes that the difficulty within parent-child relationships is a result of the differences between adult and child mentalities. Due to vast life experience, the parental figures in all three texts possess fixed, personal notions of what is morally correct, which clashes with the growth mindset of the children and incites miscommunication in the relationship.

An explosion rocked the town, widows shattered and cars alarms wailed, A line of twenty Abram tanks rolled side by side on parallel roads, through the town of Mesa Grande, but, all heading the same direction, to the west. Boom, boom , boom-boom, as the Abrams fired their 120mm M256 smoothbore guns in a hellish symphony toward their targets, the Heat rounds strike time and again on target, plumes of fire, smoke, and sand leapt in the sky, forming craters across the desert to the west of town.

Crime rates for juveniles are increasing and these crimes are getting out of hand. Jurors decide the juveniles’ punishment and some want to keep them in jail without parole. In my opinion, I do not believe juveniles should get life sentences. Sentencing a kid to life sentence without parole basically means you were charged as an adult. Being charged as an adult and a kid is totally different.

As a kid, there were times when I thought that my parents did not love me. I always thought to myself, “Why can’t you both support me?” Every dream or desire I had was shot down with doubt. Reading Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris made me think about how why some parents do not show admiration toward their children. David Sedaris talked about a time when his parents forced him to swim at the Raleigh Country Club. Every effort he

It seems to me that Julie Landsman doesn’t actually see these kids as bad kids, just as kids that have done not so good things. She sees them as kids that may have had some troubles and are trying to get through their lives. She has many kids in her READ Program. Julie Landsman is a very patient person, if I had her job there is no way I would not be able to scream at the kids once in a while. All of the kids that go to the school that Julie Landsman teaches at are kids that either got kicked out of their other high schools, or middle schools, for not listening, getting into fights, or even back talking a teacher. She knows as much as she needs to about these kids. When a new kid comes into the school’s program she knows better than to fully

HOLIDAY—Neighbors here don’t have to imagine the devastation an out-of-control vehicle could cause as they look upon the blackened hill that separates I-215 from their homes.

Looking back at my past, I recall my mother and father’s relationship as if it were yesterday. I am only four years old, small and curious; I tended to walk around my home aimlessly. I would climb book shelves like a mountain explorer venturing through the Himalayans, draw on walls to open windows to my own imagination, or run laps around the living room rug because to me I was an Olympic track star competing for her gold medal; however my parents did not enjoy my rambunctious imagination. My parents never punished me for it but would blame each other for horrible parenting skills; at the time I did not understand their fights, but instead was curious about why they would fight.

Nowadays, we have lasers and flamethrowers, so this might not sound so amazing to us, but imagine reading this in 1898: "It was as if some invisible jet impinged upon them and flashed into white flame. It was as if each man were

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

The FEMA document focuses on numerous different ways to minimize damage by car bombs to buildings. The publication focuses on site design for buildings at high risk of car bombs, because they have the capacity for maximum damage and casualties. There are design alternatives, such as re-alignment of the approach to buildings that slows down vehicles and providing adequate stand-off distance between bomb vehicles and the buildings to reduce impact. Car Bombs require a different set of mitigation measures that often require modifications to buildings.

Orford Ness is a shingle in the UK where secret military tests were conducted during WWII and the Cold War. My project aims to recreate a bomb explosion in order to understand how the backdraft occurred within the pagoda. I then attempted to control this by recording and manipulating surface cracks, which allowed me to gain control of the explosion; this led to the creation of an explosive experience with an existing tunnel

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t