Since each act that affects his life, which thence I assumed my own, follows a common reason; therefore, I return to the source of my troubles and pose again my inquiry. In the morning, when I woke up, I found this drink — which inspired and filled my heart with affection — drenching my eyes; its true flavour, nevertheless, wading across my current and inherent suspicion.
Most of us in the family have different ways of talking to others. Kwabe, the youngest out of 8, is annoying but sometimes gets his points across. The second youngest is serena, around people she doesn’t really know or wants to be mean to, she puts on a baby voice, around people she doesn’t like she talks with a deep voice. At home she is just irritating, and she is always sassy. Oyema and I are pretty much the same, we don’t want to talk at all, well at school. It’s like right after we scramble outside of school we just talk and talk and talk. Sharese and Tiera, two of our older sisters, they are raggedy smart alecks, especially sharese. Tiera is just plane weird, but both of them curse so much it’s amazing how many curse
Everyone has been a few minutes late to a class, however not so many have been four weeks late to a class. I am one of those lucky few. Senior year my schedule was supposed to consist of College Algebra and Elementary Statistics, as part of the Dual Enrollment program at Pensacola State College. Because there were enough students taking the course at my high school, the college allowed a teacher in my school to teach the courses. Due to a few complications I had to drop out of the courses and then had to enroll in Pre-Calculus Honors. I dreaded the very idea. It ended up being quite a challenge. Notwithstanding, I passed the class. This is the most satisfying accomplishment I have ever achieved.
The summer of 2015 was the summer I moved for the first time in my life. Moving was a mix of emotions because after thirteen years I became attached to my bedroom and the looks of my house. The certain smells I would get when I walked through the door. Then, leaving that house that I have lived in and that bedroom I slept in for all those years was hard. It was a nice house and all, and I loved my room, but only a couple days later, I was already comfortable in my new home.
She was alone, she was scared, she had no idea that her normal life would be taken away for the next eighteen years… and hope is the sole reason that she survived it. For kidnap victim, Jaycee Dugard, the word “hope” brings back a flood of emotions and memories. In her chilling memoir, “A Stolen Life”, she describes a very personal experience in which she encountered at age eleven, where she soon learned just how important hope was. Dugard never saw it coming when a man named Phillip Garrido stole her from that bus stop on just another normal morning… or so she thought. Soon after, he took her away and held her hostage in his backyard for almost two decades. Interestingly enough, she has miraculously turned this cruel situation into a very inspiring story. Therefore, she proves to us that even if you’re living out your worst nightmare, you still have something to live for. For this reason, Dugard puts together a descriptive setting, her absurd relationship with her abductor, and personal symbols to illustrate how just a little hope can be the essence of surviving any situation life throws at you.
On 10/12/16 Deputy Camacho and I arrived at 6601 Highway 161 in reference to a dispatched auto theft. We contacted Kaitlin Rutter, who said two white miles in a white Toyota Camry took her purse and other belongings which contained her prescription Methadone and other narcotics. While speaking with Mrs. Rutter she pointed out a white Toyota south bound on Highway 161 and stated, “That was them”. I entered Highway 161 and could see that the vehicle had accelerated. There were a couple of vehicles between us with oncoming traffic. I accelerated to catch up with the individuals but traffic north bound was heavy. I was also aware we were approaching Harris Elementary and there are often cars in and out of the school at this time of day so I was trying to make a cautious approach of the vehicle. As I was approaching the school I lost sight of the vehicle. I observed Dep. Benson turn onto Spradlin Cove and state she was in foot pursuit of two white male subjects who had just jumped out of a white vehicle. I turned onto Spradlin Cove and was directed by Deputy Benson to a wooded area behind the residences of Spradlin Cove. Deputy Camacho and I began a search of the area. I found a white male, in a blue checkered button down shirt, attempting to conceal himself in brush in the wooded area approximately 200 yards southeast of where the car was located. I took the subject, later identified as Jeffrey Woods, into custody and turned him over to Deputy Camacho. I continued a search of the wooded area where I found a red and black nylon bag containing
I am trying to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy. So far, the suspect's are Mrs.Peacock, Professor Plum, and Miss Scarlett. Entering into Professor Plum's house. I saw him in his house with a dagger on his table beside him. He said "he had it for safety." So I started searching his house and found nothing, so I left.
I chose to take AP Biology in my sophomore year of high school, which I quickly learned was a very demanding course. Even the instructor agreed there was too much material to cover before the AP test. This meant that we flew through each unit, and had very few opportunities to earn extra credit.
I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.
Friday, October 20, 2017 at 11:39 I was dispatched to a call of a theft in progress at the Safeway store. It was reported that a male suspect had taken an iPad and fled the store into Kah Tai Park, a store employee followed the suspect into the park.
It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough
The method of Identity Theft that surprised me the most was the Childrens Identitity theft. I have never thought about this before. We have three daughters, with the oldest starting College in just a few years. We have always been very careful with our information and online purchases. We have had our Credit Card Information stolen a few times over the years, but have benn fortunate to notice it right away and get it cleared up with our Bank. We also get a credit report on both of us each year to keep on top of our records. However, the thought that someone to could steal my daughters information never crossed my mind. Since watching all these videos I have requested a report through TransUnion. I have to admit that I felt verey hessitant to
I angrily threw my phone on my bed. Tears decided to fall down my face, for the second time today. I loudly weeped at the thought of my only friend leaving me. My room door opened and V stood in my door frame. “V, he left me, he gave up on me.” I told her. She walked over to my bed and sat next to me.
I think about how happy I used to be, and I wonder. I wonder if this was how my life was supposed to turn out. Was I supposed to feel as if heavy downpour was constantly falling on me? Because I do now. I used to be free. With him. I am trudging through this dark and deadly world on my own. No one remembers me. But I don't care. I still remember him like he was here only yesterday...