was because he was the employee of the month. One morning Martin woke up and got ready to go to work. When he went down to his garage He noticed that his Bugatti was gone! So he had to take his personnel car, a 68' Fastback Mustang. he went straight to the police station and reported his car stolen. then he went to work. When he got to work he his boss Steve, noticed the car Martin was driving. " Martin where's the company car you were supposed to bring it in today for inspection" Steve said,
I dreaded to go home. I couldn’t stand the sound of my parents voices arguing. It just didn’t seem right. The two people that I have known my whole life fighting. It just didn’t seem normal. All of these thoughts were rushing through my head just as the noisy school bus pulled up to my stop. I did my regular routine when I got home from school. The usual unpack my lunch and go upstairs to complete my pile of homework. I always had lots of homework that usually took most of the night to finish
only two acceptable genders as well. This all culminates to create gender norms that individuals in society feel pressured to mold themselves to fit. Although society does create gender norms, people within said society actively perpetuate the system by nudging individuals into the restricting (and limited number of) categories they seem to belong in. I took the liberty of visiting a variety of settings around Tulsa where I usually sat or walked around while typing observations into the notepad on
Field Notes: I arrived about 5 minutes early. When I pulled up, I saw Sharon sitting on a riding lawnmower with a little bed on it. The bed has a watertank, the water collar and a bag with all the tools on it. Because someone stole the water meter, Sharon had the Idea of just catching rain water. Someone ended up giving us a fancy rain water catcher that has netting over the hole that filters out things like leaves. It also had a little spout at the bottom so we could drain the water into a watering
Steve White is a 15 year old boy that is in 10th grade and lives with his parents in Los Angeles. He gets bullied all the time because of his size. He rides the bus to the School every day and he sits with his friend his name is Donald Smith. They have been friends for many years going back into Elementary School. One day he is on the bus and he hears someone talking about doing something to the School that he goes to. When he was watching them they saw him and got suspicious. When he was in school
Orangeflashed over my eyelids. I squinted, this light is what disturbed me. As I gradually widened the gap for my eyes to peer through, I noticed that a streak of radiant orange had appeared through a slit between the curtains that had obviously not been properly drawn together. The curtains seemed to be a fair distance away so I opted for the easier alternative. I twisted my body so I now had my back to the window. I tried to get back to sleep, but I could feel the intensity
rain showered my face as I ran through dirt and gravel towards my step-father’s familiar police car, and with each step I took, rain water splashed in every direction. I hurriedly jumped into the lifelessly black passenger seat of the police car. This was my first time sitting a cruiser, and it was much more petite than I had expected. Studying the inside of the cruiser, I noticed that the interior of the car was entirely the blackest of black, completely colorless and boring. I was eager to go on my
my eyebrow. I barely opened my eyes and saw a tiny sliver of light peeking through my window. I almost fell back asleep that day, and I would have missed class if not for my dog. Winston always has a way of knowing when it is time to get me up. He jumped on my belly, and I knew it was time for us to start the day. Every day is the same day, same routine, and same Olivia. Ever since I was young, I have loved routine. Well, not so much loved it, but I had to have it. The earliest memory I have of my
Introduction I will be looking at the cultures that exist inside coffee shops. In particular, I will be contrasting the culture that exists within chain coffee shops, such as Starbucks, with those present in smaller independently owned shops. When getting coffee, I usually go to Starbucks because it is convenient. However, I know a few individuals who would rather support small locally owned shops. Additionally, whenever I have actually gone to an independently owned shop, I never actually stayed
I had always enjoyed playing piano but was never dedicated to it which frustrated my piano teacher endlessly. She would tell me while I am a good player, I would be even better if I practiced. I never heeded her advice in the seven years she taught me. I never thought music would be taught formally to me after that. I was wrong. (1) I was talking to my best friend Caitlin one day about a meeting I had with an administrator to choose my classes for the following year. (2) “You have to join band