Birthday

might think I'm theatrical about my position, but finding out my parents decided to arrange a birthday party for my twin nephews the same day of graduation was quite humiliating. Growing up with the impression of being the baby I expected to have the attention of my family. I will graduate with an athletic scholarship and be the first to attend college. May is known to be mostly filled with birthdays in my family. With this being said as proud as I am for myself. I wanted my family to give me

then along came Zeus…” Oh how I love this movie. Disney’s Hercules is probably as close as mainstream media will get to the original , and still keep it G-rated. I need this now. This has not been the best day. You see, today is my friend, Paige’s, birthday. She had a sleepover, and invited me, and my other friend Faith. I gaze at Faith’s black frizzy rat’s nest. I wonder, how did this sleepover go so wrong? See, most of the sleepover went well. We played truth or dare, talked about boys, TPed Mrs.Dunbar’s

out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cup of sugarr for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So I went to the next house. This guy was the First and Second Little Pig's brother. He must have

they put into me. It was not clear to me at the time but... I remember my first birthday in Australia. I was still in shock from all the changes that happened due to the move from South Africa. I was used to Dad having a stable job and working 9 till 5 until we moved to Australia when Dad started working irregular hours. On the morning of my birthday, these changes were clear. I woke up early with excitement for birthday celebrations and gifts. Although my excitement soon turned into sadness. Myself

many things change every year, celebrating my birthday is an important day my family never forgets, or at least, I make sure they don’t forget. Forgetting my fourth birthday was something I’ve tried but failed to succeed. The front yard of the house was decorated with colorful streamers, tents, and even a tiny pool which at the time, looked like the size of the ocean. Everything was perfect until a mischievous rock tripped me and left an awful birthday present. Luckily, I was a year older, which meant

A quinceanera is the fifteenth-year of celebrating birth which can also be known as a fiesta de quinceanera. A quinceanera is a celebration of a girl’s fifteenth birthday with family roots tied to Latin America. These quinceaneras that are celebrated are celebrated much more differently than other birthdays. In Latin American cultures in the past young women were prepared for marriage by the age of fifteen because if they had not been married by then they became nuns. Before these young women became

would tell me to try something like football or baseball but I refused. She would say that once I got older and started going to high school, I would get picked on or made fun of but I never paid much attention to her. On my 12th birthday, I had a few friends over for my birthday to hang out and eat cake and other party like things. That evening, my parents decided it was time to open my gifts they got me. The first gift I opened was a new shirt I asked for. I opened all my gifts but one. When I got to

the center, I helped with a small group activity where they had played Halloween Jingo. Jingo is similar to bingo but instead of numbers on the board, there are pictures. I have played Jingo with them before but it was birthday themed, with pictures that were related to a birthday party such as balloons, gifts, and cake. This time, I picked out a Jingo game that was Halloween themed, which they loved. This Jingo game had pictures of skeletons, spiders, Dracula, candied apples, and pumpkins. While

I bounced up and down in my booster seat, as my mom parked in the street just outside the most anticipated birthday party of the year. Everyone in my Pre-K class was invited to Sara Pew's party. As I clutched her birthday present in my hand, I raced to the front door of her elegant, two-story, brick house. The decorations were just as grand as I had expected. Pink streamers lined the hall. In the middle of the white kitchen, stood a massive, pink cake that tempted the minds of anyone who glanced

It’s 4am, I have been awakened by my son whom I have fed, changed, and returned him to his slumber. I sit here staring into the darkness and think this is as good a time as any to write my story of conflict. The assignment was to tell of a conflict of an interpersonal relationship that has impacted my life. I can only think of one such relationship. I was 14 when I met Anthony. I hated him. I hated his arrogance. I hated the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he thought he was better than