I Admire My Mom Essay

Death and Dying Due: Tuesday December 9th The Fault in our Stars “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.” This quote is one that will stick with me for quite some time. After reading The Fault in our Stars by John Green, I can’t imagine a better way for a book to end. This quote can apply to all ages and to all aspects of life, whether it be a family member, a friend, a boyfriend/girlfriend

I recently had the opportunity to visit a 15 year old Searcy High School student, Erin Mcguirt, as well as her mom and dad Becky and Allen McGuirt. Erin is the youngest of three. She has a sister, Samantha, who is 23 years old. Erin said she wonders if Samantha has ever forgiven her for all the pranks she played on her. I couldn't let the word, "pranks" just slide by without inquiring about a few details. We all laughed as Erin told us about putting fish good, shaving cream, and things she got

I chose to do romantic love for my myth analysis. The components to a romantic love are like a fairy tale. Women are waiting to find their knight and shiny armor. Men and women expect to have the perfect marriage and live happily ever after. In romantic myths couples are seen as perfect with no issues at all. Romantic love is shown in movies, songs, and novels. Romantic love never shows the actuality of realistic relationships. Realistically people get divorced more than marriage. The first artifact

It’s my first year at Birchwood High School, or for any school really. I walk up to the door, shifting back and forth before I open the door to my hidden life. One glance up and I know I’ve lost. I watch the deepened yellow leaves swoop around the yard, one straying from the path. It weaves itself between my legs, stopping for only a brief second at my feet, before catching air. I let out a sigh and open the door. I stand, watching my feet, daring them to move. Surprisingly, they don’t. I glance

fingers. I open my eyes and look down at my bloodstained arm. I sigh and sit forward studying the fresh cut. The blade is covered in the red sickley fluid which starts drying to my fingers. I shake my head, disappointed I blacked out again. 7 months and 3 days I’ve been clean from conscious self harming. My therapist describes my new “diagnosis” as sub conscious punishment. I toss the razor on my desk in disgust. I don’t need to punish myself. I need to make myself feel and I know that’s why I do it

Adult interview #2 On the seventeenth of November I interviewed my mother, Lori Evans. She is fifty-five years old and has been married for twenty-seven years. She has had and raised three children, Justin, Matthew, and Brianna (me). To me, my mother has a very loving and caring heart. I hope that I am like her someday. I asked my mother questions about her physical, cognitive, social, emotional, and spiritual development. Over the years my mother has had to deal with many different health

While most people tend to overlook it; Smithville High School has an issue with drugs. The drugs are negatively affecting the students taking the drugs and the students surrounded by others doing drugs. I have heard several people in and out of school talking about doing different kinds of drugs and selling drugs; marijuana, cocaine, and LSD are just among a few. Other students have posted images and videos on varying social media accounts showing them posing with drugs or alcohol, taking drugs

They fled to an area protected by partisans, a resistance military group fighting against the Nazis. Unfortunately, shortly after he met the partisans, his mom and sister died in an ambush, gunned down by machine guns in front of Gideon. The partisan freedom fighters rescued Gideon and bravely, he kept his head up and kept pushing on to stay alive. The partisans were trying to protect Gideon because of Gideon’s

neatly combed. The only thing that didn’t fit in this picture was the frown painted on his face. She approached him and he glanced up into this stranger's eyes. “ Now, what do we have here?” Mrs Johnson asked. He quickly replied, “Mom says I have to go to school, but I don’t wanna go!” She imagined herself as a child doing this same thing, she knew what to do. She announced, “I’ll make you a deal, if you can go to school, I’ll you give you 2 pieces of candy.” He quickly nodded his head and responded

home run. I had two strikes and three balls but I needed to get this swing to win the game. I held my stance with confidence and tightened my grip around the bat. I felt my fingers tense