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The essay is your dad getting laid off from his ritzy Inner Harbor job and having to sell used cars for a living when you are 10 years old. Every few weekends, you would beg your dad if you could go with him to one of the exotic locales where he sells his cars. This weekend, it was Princeton, New Jersey. The buildings there look like scary European castles, but you agree to smile and pose and help your father stumble over his touch screen to send them, captioned “She got in!!” to a number labeled “Wifey”, who will probably have to read the text when she is driving home from the nursing home after a 16 hour

"Stop smiling," were his only words. Though the urge was strong, she did not obey him, and she continued to smile the fakest smile she could muster. His frown got deeper, if that was even possible, and he lead her to the car. "Get in."

I almost pass out. I go back to the real world and head to my seat. The teacher said that we were going to get a new student last week, but I didn’t think much of it. In the class, the seats are arranged in pairs of two. Jane was sitting alone. The second bell rung and the class quieted down and waited for Mrs. Flaherty to do the attendance. It turns out, the person that I was assigned to’s grandmother had passed away on the previous Friday, and today was her funeral. After the teacher finished the attendance, she looked at me and said. “Hey Holden, why don’t you sit next to Jane? She’s new, and needs someone to sit with. And since Adam’s out, you need someone to sit with.” Jane picked her head up and she looked at me with delight. I could tell she was really excited, because she slightly twitched her nose. She has been doing it since she and I were kids. I sat down next to her, and we chewed the fat for two minutes before class started. Every time we talk, she kills me. She always has an new, interesting story every time we see each other. After Mrs. Flaherty taught us a third lesson on plagiarism, we went up to get a worksheet about plagiarism that was to be completed before the end of class. I sat back down with Jane trailing. We get started and one of the school’s many jocks threw an eraser at the

Still, I was mildly shocked that there was only one other senior girl waiting for the teacher to take our ID cards so we could join the class. The teacher was surprised too, but for immensely different reasons. Mr. “S” appeared stunned that senior girls would choose a class labeled “Competitive Team Sports” while there were still openings in the traditionally all-girls class. Instead of taking our cards, he warned the two of us that the class would be mainly boys and that we shouldn’t expect any special treatment. That made sense, but the speech continued, cautioning us that the boys would hit hard and that we shouldn’t cry when things got tough. That a teacher thought his class would make me cry rendered me speechless and I remained in a state of disbelief as Mr. “S” finally took our cards and told us we might be called down to discuss the matter further.

When she turned to you the door disappeared, she gave a soft smile when her eyes focused.

I heard all the groups talking at once all the counselors telling girls what to do. “ Anya come on’’ Evelyn told me in a little bit of a harsh way “what ?” I asked “were getting life jackets” explained Evelyn. Me and Evelyn were doing the tippy test with the canoes. We were at camp newaygo, were us and two of are other friend were doing a week long sleep away camp and one of the thing that me and Evelyn did was going canoeing and today was our last day, and we were doing the tippy test were you practice what would happen when you fall in the water. “Anya” said Evelyn now sounding mad. “Oh ya sorry I was spacing out” I explained as I tried to hide my embarrassment.

Dear Diary, Mom said my final admonition(n) was to pick either Pizza Hut or Taco Bells for dinner, so I choose Taco Bells. After Dinner Lisa and Jane came over to watch the Grammy Awards, while I was making popcorn, I heard Lisa whispering something to Jane, during the show Lisa still kept whispering something to Jane, I got sick and tired, so I decided to ask her, Here's what I said Lisa if you have something to say, than you should tell me and you should quit being a bamboozle(v) about it. On Tuesday during lunch my friend Belle told me that Mr.Jon the Gym teacher gave her class a twenty minute lecture on how to behave when you have a substitute for two weeks, and she said that he continued to berate(v) her class for the way they behaved

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

Felipe is the local police officer in Summit county Ohio. Felipe is out on his daily patrol. He was informed about 3 AWOL unwinds on the loose and that they might be armed and dangerous. They didn’t release much information about what they looked like or what they were wearing though. Officer Felipe knows the danger of AWOL unwinds and has a long history of catching them. He pulls up to the stop sign and waits as he sees high school kids loading a bright yellow school bus. This is normal for his morning patrols. He always has his coffee and donuts for his morning patrols when he has to wait for these buses. Just another normal day out on patrol, Felipe says to himself. Felipe looks behind

“I got me a woman in there. I'm just waitin' for her to come out so I can buy her a beer.” She recognized the hairy biker's voice.

“What is SHE, you may ask?” Many people will give a quick, short answer that she means female. However, Dr. Shirlene Holmes and Anastasia Wilson take it a step further, in this moving play. At first, I did not know what to expect when I went to see this play. Unfortunately, the play SHE would turn out to be anything than what I felt before. It made myself feeling inspired and encouraged, knowing what it means to be a woman in today’s world.

Walking to the middle school office unknowing of what was coming. Knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, knowing I hadn’t won anything, and ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t forgetting a doctor or dentist appointment. Entering the office, now more confused when I realized my sister was standing in the middle of the grey dull office in front of me. “You got called to the office too?” she asked. “Yeah, do you know why we got called?” stating even more confused and concerned about why my sister and I were there. Before she could respond, Mr. Small, our school counselor, came out and requested us to follow him.

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

Smith recognized my disenchantment demeanor and raucously said, “See me after school.” I took a deep breath and in the meantime, Mr. Smith walked back to his desk and began to file away his extra papers. Within minutes I started to think about my mother’s antiphon to this. I could just easily imagine her ranting like no other, vociferating in my ears, and even kicking me out of the house for sure. I felt like I was in a maze trying to find an excuse to tell my mom, but the more I thought, the more pathways grew making it harder and harder for me to turn to the correct