It should have never come to this, how had she let herself get into this position? She had given up, there was no point in trying anymore. A few months ago, Victoria 's life was incredible. She had the most amazing friends, she was doing well in school, she had a boyfriend, she danced and she absolutely loved it, she loved herself and everyone around her. Then something happened, her friends stabbed her in the back, her boyfriend stabbed her in the heart, and life took a big swing at her. She was alone, or at least she felt alone. Victoria didn 't know what to do, she was scared of telling her parents in fear that they would judge her and the decisions she had made. She just needed it to get better. Soon enough, it did get better, for a little bit. Victoria thought she had found a way to make herself happy again. "Maybe it will stay better," she told herself, "hopefully". It was better for a few weeks, Victoria was truly happy. She had forgotten those who did her wrong, and she started a new chapter in her life. However, life decided to take another swing at her, it wasn 't quite done hurting her yet. "Hey, I miss you," was the text Victoria got from her now ex-boyfriend that night. She was having the time of her life with Anna, her best friend, the one who was there for her when no one else was. They hadn 't hung out together in a few weeks. They were having so much fun. Then, the text came, it ruined Victoria 's mood for the night. She began shaking, the anxiety was
“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.
In the text, “Letter to Queen Victoria”, written by Lin Zexu in 1839, he implores the Queen of Great Britain, Queen Victoria, to stop her subjects from selling opium to the Chinese public. Zexu does so by exemplifying the past relationship of China and Britain, by moral persuasion, and by warnings and threats. However, Lin Zexu’s assumption of calling British subjects as Barbarian and compliant to Chinese rule ineffectively persuades.
Write an essay in which you examine the different kinds of conflict present in any of the stories studied thus far. How does the conflict(s) affect the theme of the story?
Learning to fight for your life was easier than this. Though the life was difficult in itself nothing came close to the difficulty of watching someone you love walk away, it seemed to only get harder even if it was your fault in the end. Pushing people away was a specialty of his and when it actually worked it was earth shattering. The silence pointed out the flaws that he’d managed to go without noticing with her by his side but now they screamed at him yet again. He was back to the self-destructive, sacrificial, self-loathing creature he always was. Though he always knew his family was broken it wasn’t even close to this damaged. He wasn’t the only one that felt the loss, his brother had lost someone as well. It was a feeling in the air
Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect
So when she becomes a vigilante nobody will never know it’s her. So she wrote a suicide note. That way she doesn’t have to go to school. She went back home wrote the suicide note and have some chemicals, drugs, alcohol, and a knife on her desk. Her note read, “Dear whoever is reading this note, I can’t go on any longer. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m so sorry, but it’s the only way for me to be happy. I kept on trying to think positive. But I eventually got to the point that I was ready to die. It is nobody’s fault that I’m gone. I lived a life of anxiety, stress, and sorrow. But it was a good life. I am sorry for the morning you will do. I’m sorry, but I had no friends. No friends at all. Every single day was a struggle. I have been secretly depressed for two years now. I didn’t even think I could make it through the rest of the school year. Every day for two years I have always wanted to do this. So I could fall into eternal sleep. I was tired of the shoes I have been given. I wanted somebody else’s shoes. Or no shoes at all. I wanted a different life. I didn’t want it to be perfect. I just wanted another life where I could be happy. I just wanted a life where I didn’t have to keep any secrets from anybody. I know life is so short. It only lasts for so long. I know there is emotions and feelings I will never experience if I do this. I will never know what it is like to be a parent, to be a local role model, to be myself, to have no secrets, and more. Besides, no one will miss me when I’m gone. I just wish people could see the world through my eyes for once. And I could see the world through their’s. If only I could feel comfortable around others, instead of being someone I am not. Life is a gift everyone says. You should cherish it. Well I wish I had no present. I wish I was someone else. I know now that life is like a flower. That if you water it with happiness and positivity it will
She had taken care of him, suffered through his fits of rage, accepted his blind addiction to loving himself, and his inability to sympathize with there needs. She was alone, isolated, and her pain was denied by his constant need for the world to revolve around his compulsions. This contradictory life weighed heavily on her, until one day she cold not live with it any longer. He came home on one of his low days. He was upset by his business, rattling on about how his business associates had wronged him. As he was ranting, something in her snapped, she grabbed the kitchen knife to her left and stabbed
She had to choose between two people she cared about, one being her boyfriend and one being her old best friend. She would either choose to kill her ex-best friend or protect her boyfriend from him. This scene reminds me of a time in my life when I had to choose between two people. I had once had two friends who I thought would always be my best friends.The three of us had been friends since we were born, because all of our mothers had been friends since high school. Around the sixth grade was when they started to resent each other. One of them had been going through a lot because her parents were getting a divorce and she was distancing herself from us and hanging around other people.I understood that she needed some distance and I was willing to wait, my other friend not so much. She was pissed and was convinced our friend had left us and didn’t want anything to do with us. The next time we all hung out she confronted her called her selfish and the two of them got into a huge argument, which I had to stop. Things calmed down after that argument but I could tell neither of them wanted to be around each other anymore, which left me right in the middle of all the
I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”
On November 6th, 2015, I had the pleasure of interviewing a delightful woman named, Lilly LaVigne. We discussed how she was born at the Saint Cloud Hospital on March 27th, 1949, making her sixty-seven-years-old and apart of the baby boomer generation. Also, she is a white non-Hispanic woman with a German nationality. She has a strong Christian faith, which she considers to be the most important thing about her. She describes her life as an, “Ongoing adventure” (LaVigne, 2015). Lilly’s life course proves that there are many more facets of aging other than just the chronological aspect, including the psychological aspect, the social aspect, and the biological aspect.
Queen Victoria & Prince Albert were born May 24, 1819 and August 26, 1819. Prince Albert was Queen Victoria’s husband. Albert was devoted to helping his wife serve as monarch and over time he became an essential aid to the queen that advised her on political and diplomatic affairs. Their marriage was very happy and they loved each other and being together. They were portrayed as an ideal family. Albert tragically died in 1861, at the age of 42. For many years after his death Victoria lived in isolation, and eventually appeared more in public, but continued to wear black, mourning his death for the rest of her life. Queen Victoria died many years later on January 22, 1901.
Gwendolyn Brooks was a black poet from Kansas who wrote in the early twentieth century. She was the first black woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize. Her writings deal mostly with the black experience growing up in inner Chicago. This is the case with one of her more famous works, Maud Martha. Maud Martha is a story that illustrates the many issues that a young black girl faces while growing up in a ‘white, male driven’ society. One aspect of Martha that is strongly emphasized on the book is her low self-image and lack of self-esteem. Martha feels that she is inferior for several reasons, but it is mainly the social pressures that she faces and her own blackness that contribute to these feelings of inferiority. It is
I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”
Morality can be described as the conformity to the rules of right conduct. During the Victorian Era, England’s morals were based upon principles, including the practice of celibacy, zero crime tolerance, and a strict conduct. Before the Victorian Era, its previous leaders and their debaucheries influenced England’s public. However, when Queen Victoria came into ruling she raised their moral codes and no longer accepted England’s vulgarity and debauchery. In many instances the Victorian Era is said to have reflected Queen Victoria through its moral responsibility.
Author Alice Munro tells her devastating story of the younger her after a tough break up with a boy. Out of all the stories in the textbook, this one really stuck with me because not only have I witnessed this happen to loved ones, but I connect on a personal level. I have had my fair share of relationships and heartbreaks, but I have also felt the devastation and depression she once felt from her break up with Martin Collingwood.