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Oh god I 'm screwed... He used my full name.... "Y-Yes," I responded to my dad who basically had smoke coming out of his flaring nostrils. "CAN YOU PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY YOU 'RE COMING HOME AT 2:00 IN THE MORNING?!?!" "U-Um technically it 's 1:57 in-" "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR SMARTASS COMMENTS?!?!" my dad screamed and I flinched. "I-I was a-at a f-friends house," I managed to stammer out. "DON 'T LIE TO ME CASSANDRA AND IS THAT ALCOHOL I SMELL IN YOUR BREATH?!?!" "Maybe and I was at a party having

Youth Groups as a discourse community The only people who go to youth groups are the perfect kids who never do anything wrong, go to church every week, talk about God and about what is going on in their lives. This was my speculation before attending Pinion Hills Community Church in Farmington, New Mexico. Many people believe this to be a stereotype but my guess is that it is anything but the truth. Pinion Hills is a non-denominational church with a youth group that takes place on Saturdays at five

able to make decisions on experiences that they themselves could not understand. This really raised a lot of questions to me about who is in power and how big of a problem it is the those in power are not more diverse. We have struggled in society and have “imprisoned so many behind stone walls of racism, sexism, and homophobia” (Rudacille 140). It also raised awareness that the very same acts done by heterosexual couples were acceptable, and not punishable in the confines of the home, but that

dripping with sweat and my pants were sticking to me. If there were such a thing as tiny men, they could have slid down my cleavage like a slip and slide. This is in total contrast to my yoga experience. Every move in yoga has to be thoughtfully carried out. For one, my balance, as it stands, is horrible. Some of the poses require me to be on one foot or one knee. I have trouble with standing on two feet or balancing on both knees. I am learning and practicing over and over, but I seriously have to concentrate

I’m an outcast. I knew I was an outcast ever since I looked at my best friend and I thought “wow, I would date her.” And it wasn’t like “wow, if I was gay I would date her,” it was “I would date her in a heartbeat.” These thoughts led me to discover that I, Elysia Wright, youngest in a family of 7 other half- and step-siblings, the only daughter my mum has ever had, was completely and utterly bisexual. Now, it wasn’t a snap decision. I’ve had years to stew in my thoughts to confirm that yes, I am

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Chapter Eleven “All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days, days & days.” —Hafez The morning was bright and clear. In other words, a perfect day to return home. Dylan felt awful slipping out of Salim’s cabin. He was working on his papers—Dylan didn’t know what exactly, but he was busy writing lists, referring to others, and generally working. There were the usual thirty or so men on the deck looking to their individual jobs, whether it

wasn’t to bad. My boss wasn’t on my tail for not getting him a paper on time. It was supper time when I got home. The food was already set out and the kids at the table when I walked in the door. Jane, 9 years old, had a book in her hand like normal. Billy, 4 years old, sat there picking at his scab. My husband came in with the last plate. Jason had been out of a job for 9 months now, so he was the stay at home mom for a little while. I set my bag down on our wooden table right beside the door. I

Wednesday, December 16th, or as I like to call it, one of the best days of my life. Is it cliché to call my first concert experience one of the best days of my life? Probably. But it was just such a surreal experience. I went to go see The 1975 at Club Nokia in Los Angeles, California. My best friend knew that I had never been to a concert before, so on my Birthday she gave me tickets to go see The 1975 as a gift. I had been looking forward to the concert for months, and when the day finally came

be devastating to the mind until we fight our way back to some type of normalcy. I became anorexic at the age of 13. I lived in an abusive home with my father whose life was consumed with alcohol and drugs, and a mom who struggled to fight her way out. I have two sisters. I was the middle child and constantly begged and searched for the approval of my dad. I never really accomplished it, but I didn’t stop trying. I had meat on my bones, but was not overweight by any means. I was 13 and weighed about