I had a strange, ominous feeling before anyone one else in my family. My sister, Larissa, began driving with a permit a few weeks ago. The sensation that typically arose when she took control behind the wheel resembled the feeling one experiences during a test drive with an unsafe and unfamiliar car. Being a passenger as she was steering was like being on a slippery road of ice where any slight, sudden movement caused a sharp jolt of the entire car. My mom, Rita, was constantly panicking over Larissa’s safety. As a child, my mom acted caring and slightly overprotective, but I just assumed it was her maternal instinct. Lately, she had been acting extremely nervous because my dad was teaching Larissa how to drive, but he isn’t a professional or anything. My father, Louis, was certain his lessons would suffice. He continually practiced with Larissa, for he is a very determined person. Besides …show more content…
Even though she was told almost her entire life to not leave the house past 10 o’clock, this ugly habit developed where she would drive at around midnight. The problem was that my parents were already asleep by midnight, so she would quietly disable the alarm, grab the keys from the kitchen table, and go off to parties or meet up with her friends at the park. I was the only person in our house who knew because our bedrooms are right next to each other’s so I always heard the eerie creak of her door as she escaped. Every single night for a week when the clock struck twelve, CREAK, and she disappeared. I found myself trapped in a sticky ethical spiderweb. Should I tell my parents of what I believed she was doing every night, or should I try and protect our friendship that was hanging by a thread? One night, the usual screech of Larissa’s door awoke me. She cautiously made her way down the stairs until…. “Hey. Where are you even going?”, I inquired. “None of your business. Get out of my way!” Larissa
“If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything“, is a favorite statement of my grandmother, Gloria Wheeler. Born in 1940 in Remus, Michigan, she was the youngest and the only girl in her family. My grandmother is a kind, active seventy-five year old with the heart of a lion. Even at an older age, she continues to sing and act in front of large groups and memorize large scripts. My grandma, better known as Gaga, has four children; one girl and three boys. Fortunately, my father is one of her children. My grandmother inspires me to work hard, do my best, and be selfless to everyone I meet.
When I was working at The Steam Project I had to be a counselor of around 10 kids. One of the most difficult things about being a summer camp counselor is overseeing kids that do not listen or are rude to their fellow campers. These kids break the chemistry of the group, as a counselor I had to take action to subside these rowdy kids. At some points during the camp one kid would get insulted by another and they will start crying as a result. To try and take care of the situation my fellow counselor and I would separate the two kids apart and talk to them individually. Firstly we try and calm down the first camper as it is harder to maintain a distressed camper. After that we start a conversation with the guilty camper; we try and decide on
I love muscle cars, I get it from my Dad. For as long as I can remember my Dad has owned a 1965 Ford mustang and a 1968 Chevy Camero. They have always been kept in the garage. The Ford was modified because Dad wanted a hotrod. The camero all original. I always wanted the Mustang. Always. I loved that little car and many are the times have I daydreamed of driving and looking oh so cool.
The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality
The purpose of this paper is to analyze one of Travis Hirsch’s theory and expand the theory in which it applies to serial killer Edmund Kemper also known as The Co-ed Butcher (Bonn, 2104). Social bond theory explains that delinquency is the result of absence of control by bonds and society (Krohn & Massey, 1980). The factor that caused Kemper to start his killing spree was due to his inexperienced social bond with his parents while growing up. Also, his continued abuse led him to be nonsocial in society. As a result, we will look further into the explanation of social bond theory and the four components, and then apply them to Kemper’s delinquent behavior, along with the examination of this theory which could have prevented him from becoming a murderer.
He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;
The guard handed me a manila envelope containing my wallet, and watch, and handed me a bag of brown pill bottles.
Have you ever heard of Mrs.Lower? She works at the office in Miller Middle School. She is hilarious and always has many amazing stories to tell to anyone. She loves Miller and looks forward coming to school single day.
The brand new Ford that my mom bought a few weeks ago fired up and rolled out of our driveway. My dad was in the passenger seat, and my mom was at the steering wheel. The front of the new car was ready to go. One of my sisters, Hannah, sat in the seat right next to me. As for my other two sisters, they sat quietly behind us, acting as if they didn’t want to be there. My sisters and I sat in silence behind our parents awaiting the long and exhausting trip that was coming before us.
I was chilling in my bed room playing video games when I got a unexpected text message from my best friend Jarrod saying it’s going to be a night you won’t forget my brother. Although I was king of skeptical on why he texted me this early with a jigsaw riddle message; therefore, I was uncommonly curious moreover so that I ask him what you do mean and what is going down tonight? Nevertheless he respond with rich home girl is throwing a big mansion party; infact, everybody is invited it is going to be wild like that party movie project x my brother you coming yeah without a doubt I’m coming, good I’ll pick you up at nine thirty sharp tonight because Port Neches Grove is a drive. However time went by extremely fast that heard him pull up I wasn’t even ready so I just grab my red polo shirt and hat with my new tan brown timberland boots then finally headed out, so when we arrived cars was
Write a narrative about 3 people who are on a road trip only to stop off at a gas station and pick up a fourth whom they don't know
‘How does an engine work?’ ‘What is this clock made from?’ My thirst for understanding the anatomy of contraptions was never quenched by the basic answers my parents gave me, so I began to explore the world of mechanical curiosities myself.
During the summer in June I finally went to worlds of fun. The trip there felt like the longest ride ever. We had five people in the car for three hours and it was June so it was a very hot day the day we drove up there. It was around 98 degrees outside and five people scrunched up in a car was bad. I could feel like droplets of sweat come from my head and drip down my face. I smelled the sweat in the car which just covered the entire car with funk. The windows in the car was rolled up and the A/C was on, and everyone was getting cranky. I could hear everyone in the car tossing back and forth trying to get comfortable but no one could. It was about as tight as a can of sardines.
“It is going to fly by Nik, be sure to take advantage of it.” Those were the words I heard from my Algebra 1 teacher, Mr. Karp. That is all I ever really heard from anyone. Do not get me wrong, things eventually do come to an end, but people focus entirely too hard on the ending. Momentum has showed me that the beginning is the most important aspect of an experience. When you focus on the end there is no hope only fear. However, when you concentrate on the beginning it teaches you to be hopeful. You are inspired to be the best version of you that you can be and that is what momentum has done for me. I’ll be the first to tell you that I was petrified to finally come to college. I felt this was because I was focusing on what I would be do after
A turn of the key is all it takes. A slight pressure on the pedal and I'm off. The sweet summer breeze blowing faster and faster as I press harder. All control in my two hands. Music blaring, my mind wanders. driving is my greatest escape; nothing clears my head more than going on a nice long drive through upstate New York.