The Speech On Young Mistakes

In the fall of 2012, my mother almost succumbed to her illness. I had just begun my freshman year of high school midst angry conversations between my parents and the threat of separation. It would seem as if they bickered about the most irrelevant things, almost as if they had no other reason to fight other than the fight itself. Those moments were excruciatingly lonely, my father worked until the dead of night and my mother would come home exhausted from treatment. I now know that there was no one who felt more unvalued than my mother. I wish I had the ability to iron away this blunder that destiny had fabricated, however foolish this desire is.

Half my friends laughing, the other half following quickly behind to see what’s going on. In between hanging up the phone with my mom and making it to the bathroom with no one behind me anymore, I realized, wow I’m a spoiled brat who got handed everything and reality came and bit my butt hard. I didn’t really need that sweater. Or the necklace I had bought earlier or even those to die for shoes I was drooling over. With this new sense of maturity, I went and returned all those things I didn’t need. When I got home I walk right into my mom’s room handed her the $250 I had just got back, from all the things I “needed” so badly, and told her,” You know mom, what you said was kind of mean but thanks.” She refused to accept my mom so when she wasn’t looking I put it in her purse later that

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

Most teenagers go through their last years of childhood through trial and error, making this experience incomparable to anything else. By being crazy and irresponsible they learn that there are times when that’s appropriate and times when they need to be mature and responsible. Yes, sometimes things get out of hand and feelings are hurt and friendships are lost, but it’s shaping them into who they will become in the future. It’s to be believed that “there are no mistakes”(Freud), everything happens for a reason, whether it resulted in a realisation or a major change, mistakes are just another part of life. But, it’s also an important rite of passage for most young teens.

“Love you too.” She responded. Then there was a click and phone flashed green again. I put the phone on the nightstand and laid down on the bed and stared at the white ceiling for what it had seemed like forever. I woke up two hours later, startled because I had forgotten where I was at. I heard voices coming from the living and thought to myself “People must already be here.” I get up and I put my favorite ocean blue, fuzzy dress and stumbled out the door and I ran into my mom.

In class we were shown a recording of the speech, “A call to men”. The first thing I noticed was the title, which made me immediately assume it was going to be a female speaker that was going to speak about feminism; or something along those lines. To see a man giving the speech grabbed my attention instantly. The man giving the speech was Tony Porter, and his audience was mostly women, who made me think, “Is this guy going to be giving a speech about feminism?” While listening to his speech I felt guilty for being quick to judge, because his speech was actually about growing up as a male, and being masculine is today’s society. While Tony Porter was giving his speech, he brought up stories that without a doubt every guy in our class could relate to that left many of us saying, “Wow”.

“Education is the passport for tomorrow, for the future belongs to those who prepare for it today.” Mrs. Twanda E. Young ensured the students at Claflin University understood the importance of their future in her oration for Spring Convocation. As a college student, there’s rarely a moment where I’m not concerned about what the future has in store for me, but Young’s three encouraging words of advice helped guide me to approach it with confidence, Claflin confidence that is.

I went back inside through the back door of the house where the kitchen is. My mother was already there sitting near the kitchen table organizing bills and payments. I handed her the mail in disappointment. I walked away afterwards with such saddened movement towards the living room so I did not have to see her reaction when she opened the envelope of my mistakes. After sitting in the couch for awhile I realized I wasn’t hearing my name being strictly called, so I had

Without thinking about the consequences I waited till my mother prescribed xanex to kick and I proceeded to grab the keys get my thing ready to Darrell’s house party. After I packed my bag and got all cute for the party I called My’Iesha, my home girl from up the street who I knew needed a ride, to help me steal the car. When I finally got a text from My’Iesha to come out side I looked at my hands and noticed that were shaking so much that I thought that I was having a mini seizer. Once was able to calm nerves and racing heart, I quietly crept out the front door and made my way the drive way. After me and my girl exchanged beaucoup compliments on how cute we both looked and what boy we were trying to dance on that night, we both got in the car and proceeded to leave. Before I turned the engine on, the realization that my mother’s room is right next to the drive way finally hit

Admittedly, I feel ambivalent about drug use and its utility to the individual and society at large. While my peers had begun experimenting with alcohol, I abstained until I was eighteen. Strongly influenced by my father’s battle with alcoholism, I feared a loss of control if I partook. Refusing marijuana was easy, the requirement that one smoke made it verboten. I hated my parent’s cigarette smoke; inhaling was out of the question. Friends chided me; I was missing out. I missed my

"It was horrible and there is no way I'm going back tomorrow!" I exclaimed to my mother. I felt that I had done every possible thing wrong and was greatly embarrassed by it. I explained to her all of my mixed emotions and recounted everything that had gone on. As I talked, I realized

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

The day I woke up to this soon to be life changing turn of events, I thought it was just going to be a normal day with my mom, not doing anything out of the ordinary or particularly special. I woke up late in the morning, like I always did on a morning in the summer time, and did nothing all day. I was just doing the usual things a twelve year old girl did in the summer: watch television, eat junk food and play on my phone. I was at my mom’s that day, but I was going to my dad’s house later that day to stay for the weekend. Mom and dad usually met up somewhere later in the day around four or five in the afternoon.

After we spent $23.76 in the ticket booth, he escorts me to the auditorium, and we awkwardly pick seats near the center of the hall. The silence in the auditorium was so overwhelming, I felt a desperate need to think of a topic to start a conversation. Before I brace myself to speak, I hear a faint piano riff and soon realize it was my ringtone. As I answer the call, my mother says: “Your friend’s mom does not answer her phone. Could you pass the phone to her?” Immediately, I began to feel anxious since I could not do what my mom asked for me to do. I was forced to tell her that I was invited to the movies by my boyfriend and since she would not allow me to go, I did it behind her back.