What I Would Spend The Next Two Years Of My Life

It all began with a phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.”As long as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

Her spring break was over and she had to return to Ohio, so it was a goodbye, today. Turning to my parents, I told them I was going out for a walk and they simply nodded their heads, before heading back inside.

Your fingertips followed the movement of your hand as they brushed over the wood grain, barely making contact as each one dragged against the oak. Occasionally, your path was interrupted by pools of spilt alcohol, fluid spawning ripples with every beat of unidentified music. The vocals could have been French, Spanish or Enochian. You didn’t know, nor did you care. Alternative rock. Classical. Rap. Whatever the label, it was all just a distant murmur of voices and instruments. But the smell, you certainly noticed. The stench of summer sex and CK eternity, oh, hell, yes. In all honesty, the only reason you chose the company of intoxicated minds over the depths of bed blankets was the promise of some form of gain. From a free drink to the occasional pickpocketing, you would take anything considering your situation. Maybe things would be different if you didn’t call a different motel room every night ‘home’ and dinner meant whatever you could swap for what little cash you owned.

"How's that feel, slut. Going to cum for us again?" Simultaneously, as the man drove every inch of his shaft into the teen's virgin hole, Sophie Scott's legs were captured and spread by yet another stranger, who impaled her cunt with his meat. Beside her, the one whose meat she'd last sucked, stroked himself to release. His cum splattered her toned stomach, and gobs slid down her bronzed skin, as the men filling her holes alternately slammed themselves in and out of the co-ed's pussy and ass, roughly fucking her between them. Meanwhile, the remainder awaited their turn.

A couple weeks ago I went to Charlie’s with some friends at two in the morning, it was a night that I will never forget. Around two in the morning, my friends were complaining of being hungry, so we decided that we were going to get something to eat. We decided on Charlie’s after a desultory argument of where to eat since Charlie’s is the only restaurant open at two. The drive to the restaurant was like no other I have ever had. My friends and I piled into my truck and my friends car, and we took off down the street heading toward Charlie’s, racing and blaring our music, so loud that people three miles away could've heard us. Driving down the street with no other cars was a scene that I am not used too. My attention kept getting pulled to

The night went on as more and more people showed up. Everyone was having a great time listening to music, hanging around the fire, and shooting off fireworks. Every now and then people would want to ride around on the Kubota but it only had three seats so we would load people on it. Three in the seats, two-four people in the bed, one person holding onto each side, and my favorite spot, the hood (yeah it was stupid but fun). Finally, it was about 9 P.M. and the last group of people had shown up so Chuck, Dylan, and I rode up to the barn to pick them up. When we got there, we realized they had brought one extra person with them so there was three of them instead of two. Chuck was driving and Dylan rode shotgun while one of our friends took the

It was the last day of school and John Anderson was finishing his freshmen year at Alkaline High School in Orlando Florida. It was the weekend before the last week of school and John was invited to a friend’s end of the year party at his country club. John was well aware that the party was going to be out of control and was in on whatever happened. John eventually arrived and was the last one to arrive and walked into a wild environment of more than 100 of his closest piers. The music was blasting but it wasn’t your traditional party rock music, but classical jazz. Somehow the party was still loud and full of crazy girls and energy filled boys. The main reason for why the boys were so hyped up was because there was an extreme dare that nobody

The last time we talked, I informed you about my family vacation. I am cognizant that you have traveled to countless locations across the United States; therefore, I anticipate what you will think of the decision we have reached. Not only that, I am excited to pass on information regarding our semiannual vacation to North Carolina. Additionally, I have heard of several changes in your life, including a new job and a new car. This is phenomenal news that I am pleased to hear.

We want to just say thank you for inviting us to your home last Sunday. We enjoyed speaking with you and your friends and having a delicious cookout on the pool. We had a wonderful time. Hope to see you soon and please know you are welcome to stop in Fredericksburg when you want.

When I was maybe around 8 years old, I dreamed constantly of going to college. I wanted the entire experience; the dorms, the parties, the activities on the campus, and club. Never thought it would be something that actually helped me. Now, sitting here 20 years later I realize the frame of mind wasn't there. So if i could go back to then and change that "attitude" i had about school and what it could mean for not just me but my career, my family and my personal knowledge; I would.

We continued to grow closer to one another throughout the week, building trust through trust falls, compassion through the hard times, and love everywhere in between. Contrary to my expectations, the first week away

How will your life story have been shaped by the settings of the social clock that was ticking during your adult years? My life story wouldn’t have been shaped by the settings of the social clock. I would have impacted the the lives of children with learning or intellectual disabilities through meaningful instruction, guided teaching, and by teaching them helpful strategies to succeed in life. My husband and I would be successful and have two smart children.

“Get out of the shower idiot, it’s my turn! It’s six o’clock, we discussed this last night, and you told me you would be done with shower by now!” The water turned off on me, and I screamed my last few words into the immense silence. The steam filled the room heavily when my sister, Rose, pulled back our leaf printed shower curtain. She stared at me, in her hot pink bathrobe and lavender towel on her head. She then proceeded to give me the bird, mumble and the leave, turning off the light and leaving the door open to annoy me. I stripped, turned on the water and waited. I felt the water, and waited more, then more and more until I had enough. I got into the lukewarm shower, and started my uncomfortable shower.

What career do you aspire? A question that is inevitable to all of us. Many of us struggle to find out the career that we are going to pursue. For many a decision of choosing a career comes when they are already in college and for others they seem to know at a young age what career they are going to follow. There is a group of professionals that we cannot live without; in fact we rely on them for good health and to save our life and the lives of our loved ones, and they are the Doctors.

We arrived at the university and helped him move in. Then it was the time to say good bye. I get