Surviving the Crash

On one cold frightening night, while walking down the streets of a small town called Little Frank, where everyone knew each other, Pedro a citizen of this small town walks down the streets and sees a red puddle. He decides to follow it, and because of curious mind, Pedro finds an object at the end of the red trail. It’s wrapped inside of a black bag covered with blood. Pedro’s worst fears have come true- a dead body. Opening the bag, he thinks so hard that it is not a body. He sees a very cold face. It is so white it looked like the shining white full moon. After studying the face, he recognizes it. Amy a little girl who had a violent family, and her family was the only family who caused trouble in town. Frozen in shock for a while Pedro reacts very quickly and calls 911.

Usually as a sophomore in high school we experience one of the most exciting things, driving. The minute one turns fifteen and a half we race to the DMV, take the test, and get our temporary licence. This is where we spend the next half a year in a car with our parents, practicing and being told everything to do and not to do.

What do you get when you mix drugs, a man named Fuckhead, and drama? A Denis Johnson story. Drama is a prominent and key aspect that appears in all of Johnson’s work. Johnson’s work demonstrates various uses of multiple techniques and ideas that young writers can understand and apply to their own work.

Getting in a car accident is an unnerving thing. You never know what can happen and if your lucky you might see it coming. Well as often as these accidents occur, it happened to Spencer and I on one fateful summer evening.

The movie “Crash” illustrates the reality of the society in which we live. Race, stereotypes, oppression, and marginalization played a major part in the reaction of the individuals in the movie, as it still exists today. Many will say that times have changed and things have become better since the days of slavery, but I cannot agree that this statement is true. This learner was yet young during this era; however, my ancestors endured much agony and pain for no particular reason. Today, minorities continue to deal with misinterpretation of the character without the opportunity to prove who they are individually; regardless, this reader can identify with some of the stereotypes that minorities have been subjected to over the years.

Crash is an exciting, suspenseful movie that gives insight when dissected using sociological perspective. There are three ways to look into this perspective; the Structural-Functional, the Social-Conflict, and the Symbolic Interaction. Sociological Perspective is the view of sociology to see general patterns of in the lives of particular people. Each of the areas of the sociological perspective is evident in this movie. Every person in this movie has some kind of connection to the others. This creates a large sociological impact on each one of them in a different way.

Crash is a film about racial discrimination about disparate lives that tangle as they deal with the tense race relations that belie in the city of Los angeles. Among the people, a black film director and his black wife who believes her husband does not support their black background come across two white police officers during an incident who must deal with the racist cop at which one is a racist and uses his advantages to harass black women and the other who does not like his partner because the way he uses non whites to his own advantages. A married white couple who get car jacked by two black men who use their race as an advantage and excuse. A persian owner of a small business who feels he isn't gaining enough satisfaction on in the american society when his store is robbed. And finally a latino who fixes locks that just wants to take care of his wife and little daughter in the unsafe world. .

That night I toss and turn on my new, obscenely comfortable mattress. My thoughts center on a girl's body falling through space, on a chute that opens a split second too late to slow her fall. Her body breaks on rocks and stone, the canopy drifting delicately down upon her. People crowd around, and when that shroud is pulled away, the face I see is Mabel's. My stomach hurts, a cramping I haven't felt since I first went cold turkey, four years ago, (Pizzolatto “Ghost Birds”).

Lyla the fairy woke up one morning feeling the warm sun on her face. But the snow on the ground made her feel cold. She stretched out her arms and gave a good yawn. She walked over to the window and looked out.

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

Smiling, she enjoyed the ride from the grocery store. Excitement building at the thought of the camp-out. They headed toward the church for a 'Royal Scouts' camp-out, when Elisabeth felt the car slow to a stop. Looking to her mother she asked; 'What's wrong mommy? Why are we stopping?' 'Someone's car broken down, honey. So we're just slowing down so people can go around them.' She looked out her window at the little white car stopped on the two-lane bridge. With just barely passing the room, she watched as people moved their cars to the right side of the lane.  From somewhere behind their car, the sound of a freight train came squealing to a halt. With a burning smell of rubber, piercing her nostrils, a logging truck whizzed past her window. It happened so fast. When the truck came barreling down the road, it fish-tailed into the back end of Elizabeth's little white car. Shattering her window, Elisabeth as pieces of glass floated through the air and the car turned toward the ledge of the tiny bridge. The ringing sound of her mother's screams rang deep within her ears, as the water on her right slowly came into view. Jerking the steering wheel with all her might, her mother screamed as she desperately attempted to turn it away from the ledge. No matter how hard she tried, the wheel would not move in any direction. It was locked. Her mother threw her hands in the air while

“Sister Catherine! You have failed!” A voice boomed aloud as the a chair hung in midair with a frightened nun that sat on top. Without a warning, whatever was holding the chair in place was gone, and it crashed onto the floor. I quickly covered my eyes to hide from the horrific sight. The woman was surely dead and I did not want to see what was remained of her. Alice, a friend I made on my trip in France, started to scream and cry. I pulled out my phone to call the police while trying to drag Alice away from the scene. I told the woman on the other side what had happened and in no time, the sirens of the police were heard.

In this society we are all interconnected: family, work, and culture; all of these systems help to shape our beliefs and world views. One 's bias, one 's values, one 's stereotypes and assumptions is the direct result of one 's culture. The movie Crash was a very fascinating movie. I never knew what was going to happen in the movie it portrays prejudice by one member of a group or culture against another member of a group or culture. Crash was like a melting pot of ethnicities, and they were all defined by racism. The movie reinforced those peoples’ assumptions about a person or group prevents them from seeing the true person, in addition to Crash being a movie about progressing.

“Good look out there Bill!” yelled my friend Randall. I could hardly hear him over the roar of my plane engine taking off. I gave him the thumbs up and closed my cockpit of my C-117 Skytrain. I knew that what I was doing was one of the most dangerous things to do in the US military. My plane got even louder and started taxing down the runway while other people were directing me. I felt the rush of the plane as he started taking off.

Life is unpredictable and an accident can happen anytime. on our way back home from church my dad was driving a black 2012 Toyota Highlander, which is a family car that seven people can ride in it. My younger brother, Taw Nay Gay, and I were sitting on the seat behind the driver seat by the door. My other two younger brothers, Gay Nay Soe and Soe K Maw, sat in the seat behind me, and my mom sat in the front passenger seat. For the first time a nineteen year old girl like me started to believe that I had a reason to live and my life could be taken away anytime. This happened on October first 2017, 7:30 pm when we got into a car accident by the traffic lights intersection. Three cars were damaged, but everyone in the cars were fine.