You offered me a ride home. I was reluctant at first, but I soon accepted. It was great, really. We sang and told jokes. For the short amount of time, I forgot you had a boyfriend. It felt like it was just us. Then I was home, in an empty house, replaying the memory in my head. Over, and over, and over again. I felt normal. I felt like everything was okay. It was just us. Two girls, riding in the older ones car, jamming out to whatever song was on the radio. Teasing each other playfully. It was one of the best things to happen to me so far this year. I know it sounds lame, but it was big for me. I usually don't hang out with people, let alone connect with them on a personal level. I was debating on just coming out and saying "Hey fam, I like you. In the homo way." I mean, you know I'm a lesbian, but how would you feel knowing that I have a crush on you? My friend, …show more content…
It's not like she's trying to be mean about it or anything, it's just what we do. We tease each other, but I love her anyways. Sadly, she won't accept my love, always directing it back to something along the lines of "Don't you mean you love (Insert crushes name here due to confidentiality)" Back to the crush thing. I honestly can't help it when you're around me. You're a grade older than me, which completely blows, but you have amazing hair even though I tell you I hate it as a joke. God, your eyes are so mesmerizing, I could get lost in them forever. You have an amazing voice and I love getting to hear you sing softly, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Just everything about you makes my knees go weak. You're into art and superheros, and you're a huge dork about it. We'll talk about any superhero that comes to our minds, sharing what we love and hate about that character. I will purposely fuel your obsession, because it's something we have in
I am passionate on helping people and making changes in others’ lives. Like I stated before, my mother had been trapped herself in the apologetic emotion for years. The mental burden had made her down. Therefore, I decided to help my mother get rid of the self-accusation, by using the knowledge I learned in the Human Services major. To illustrate, I was telling her that it was not her fault of divorce, and she was not showing me the negative image of a marriage. Instead, I admire her braveness of ending a marriage when it was necessary, especially in the time when people were stereotyping divorced women and at the place where people were being judgmental. Now, her self-blameless has been reduced, and she told me that she was not felt as guilty
The golden age of Greece is the most known city during this time period was the rivals of Athens and Sparta and the question is why were Sparta and Athens rivals? it’s the strengths of the two societies that brings the ancient world to its heights in art, two of the Greeks states was a thirst for more territory and power. Jealousy brings about the Peloponnesian wars that lasted 30 years and left Sparta and Athens mere shadows of their former selves. In the 8th century with the writing of the works of Homer, the Iliad an ethnic identity for the Greeks. The differences between Athens and Sparta was that Spartans was founded by Lycurgus around 800 BC that was a militaristic society and they were controlled by Peloponnese, the primary rivals of
We had a lot of laughs and talked a lot. It was awesome since my big sister, Catherine, who lives in New Orleans since she’s in her third year of dental school, came down with us for a little, and so I got to talk to her again and do stuff with her.
The girl I love is Named Julia Pollock. I always get shy around her for no reason, it's probably due to me being incredibly shy. Even though I get shy around Julia I try my best to help her when she needs it. i.e. On a marching band field trip Julia couldn't find her uniform bag so I helped her search for it, even if it meant that i had to stay longer. After 30 minutes i finally found and handed it to Julia, who in turn Hugged me and thanked me for staying with her to search for it. It brought a smile to my face to see her be happy. This can show even though I can get very shy around her I still love her and will do anything to help her regardless how long it
During the Cold War and the War on Terror, the United States of America used the media to depict Soviet and Middle Eastern people as foreign enemies that posed a threat to U.S. national security. The bombing of the World Trade Center on September 11th, 2001 changed the lives of millions of Muslims forever because they began to be targeted by U.S. media corporations. Media corporations started to depict Muslims in the Middle East as terrorists to persuade the American public to wage the War on Terror in the Middle East in order to stop the spread of terrorism and homeland threats, like 9/11, from occurring again. However, even though media corporations portrayed the War on Terror as a justification to defeat terrorism and to protect the
My sister Jenny had just recently moved to Williamsburg from overseas, her oldest daughter Maddie was already back in school at Walsingham Academy but, her son Alex had yet to start school again so they went to Busch gardens. I got done with college early that day and went to join them at Busch gardens. It had been a little over a year since I had last seen them so I was excited to see them and ride some roller coasters.
It had been a very long day, but now I sit at rest. Today was the first day Slade took me out to ride. I was relaxing in the garage before he came up the sidewalk and rolled me up into the trailer and then we left. It was awhile before we arrived but I was with the other two so I was fine.
“Baby You Can Drive My Car” by di Giovanni, Janine and “The Danger of a Single Story,” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie both represent fearlessness Independence.
be talking about it. I felt like an outsider. I didn’t have many things in common with them
You’re amazing. You seem to always see the bigger picture. You have excellent taste in music and understand everything the artist is saying. I like you from the little blond spot that you try to hide, even your messed-up hip. I like how you don’t care that I act like a little kid and say “promise?” You make me happy or smile when I don’t want to. I like your weird accent and your green eyes. I like how you call me beautiful and not hot. I like that you try to teach me french. I like how every time I say “fuck you,” you say something funny that constantly makes me smile. I like that you get sad when you miss me. And that you get jealous of my bear ,he still doesn’t have a name. I like that I can tell you anything and you will always make me
We parked our car and took the shuttle over to the park. When we got off the shuttle I still remember the sight of the park. When we got inside the first thing we did was take a picture, then we went and ate some lunch, and then it was off to ride rides. I had an extremely fun time with my brothers and parents while we were walking around experiencing all kinds of different rides. We were all having a really good time.
found a note that I wrote, needless to say, she was not happy it. After she made me read
It feels so good getting to know each other, because you really seem to understand me. When I need to hear the truth I talk to you, because you are upfront and honest and I value your opinion. I am amazed by the way you always make time for me, even when you 're busy, or have other things to do, and that makes me feel so good, and flatters me to no end. I look forward to spending time with you or talking with you each day when I wake up - [you are the first thing I think of when I wake, and the last thing I think of when I go to sleep.] I love all the ways you make me feel good about myself, and never fail to brighten my day.
How did it feel? Nice, or strange, or both? A little fear step in? Your ego came rampaging in with the thought they must think I am strange, or crazy, or did I turn the oven off, or I wish I fixed my hair, or am I after them, or are they after me, or what are they thinking about me, I hope they don’t think I am gay, or ….
Amanda was somewhat the girl any boy would fall in love with the minute he set his eyes on her. Like a princess, she had long, smooth hair, huge dazzling eyes, and a gorgeous grin. The first time I saw Amanda was on the inaugural day of my fourth grade. I fell in love with her almost instantaneously. If you ask me she was the prettiest girl in my school. I knew right at that instant that I needed to do something to give her a chance to notice