Know Nothing

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I haven’t thought about it yet.” “I wish I could live like you,” Jacob said, without thinking. “Selling your body, you mean?” “But you don’t do that anymore.” “No, but what the hell else am I going to do?” Rather than answer, Jacob said, “What I meant was that I wish I didn’t know what I was going to do today. I always know what I have to look forward to, and it isn’t much. Practically nothing in fact.” “Really?” “Ignore me, I’m being stupid. It’s nothing.” And there

folding in the morning. No books he promised to buy. No freshly brewed coffee served. No him. I volunteered to be a nurse in 1917. Not because I was crazed about war, but rather to find out more about my dad. Maybe I would meet his friends here, you know. Maybe they would tell me how badass my dad was fighting to dead and all that stuffs. Despite that, the main reason I

get home” or “This made made me think of you” (no matter how serious or trivial that object was). I also show my love through trust. Once trust is given, it’s the foundation of a relationship, in my opinion. I trust you not to lie, I trust someone to know when enough is enough, I trust in your ability to trust in me. As I’ve realized, trust is not a concept you can hand out

The Testing The Testing trilogy by Joelle Charbonneau is a thrilling story about who to trust in a world that is unpredictable. The series consists of the books The Testing, Independent Study, and Graduation day, all of which follow the main character Malencia Vale, or Cia for short. The main point I found throughout these three is being careful about who you can trust. Because of this I chose a moralist type of criticism. It has a lot to do with how the characters are feeling even though it is

see her?........  I can’t believe this it’s not true. It can’t be!” “Are you sure it’s her? Maybe they 're just playing a joke? I don’t know. You know how much of a bitch Alexis is.” “She’s in every photo… like I think she’s really dead… but how? Why?” “Are you sure have you spoken to the family.” Gaspingly I replied, “No, my mom is vacationing in Mexico. You know her family never liked me like that. All I can do is call Isabel… and I don’t want to ask if our own cousin is dead I feel like such an

The True Meaning to a Scholarship A recent poll that was taken has shown that ninety-five percent of people think that student-athletes should attend class and focus more on their studies than on their training (Amore C.2). When you are a student-athlete you have two responsibilities: to attend class and practice while keeping a good balance of your money. Scholarships are what help you. These scholarships are usually used for four years where you are paid a certain amount of money at the beginning

Putting my ear to the sky, I know they are coming for me. I’m a runaway. Practically a criminal. I have to hide! Panicking now, my best bet is... the woods. The scary, unforgiving, dirty woods. Even just the thought frightens me. What if I broke a nail? The sirens get closer causing me to sprint into the dark and spooky undergrowth. I make it a good distance from the road before my feet trip over nothing and I faceplant to the ground. You would think the sound would

When I was younger, I would often return home to a familiar question: So, what did you learn today? My answer would always be "nothing" or "stuff." As I look back, I never lied, yet, I never told the whole truth. Many people think that you don't know anything with only 18 years of experience; I think they're wrong. I've learned a lot about myself and others from the relationships I have built throughout the years. I believe my most important lessons were "people" lessons. Those are the ones which

It was a different experience because I came from a majority Black high school to a predominantly White institution; I was overwhelmed and I felt out of place. I often compared myself to White counterparts; I never felt smart or good enough. Now I know, as Steve Furtick phrases it, that I was comparing my “behind the scene” with everyone else’s “highlight reel,” and that was self-damaging. In addition, I was preoccupied with what my friends from home were doing that I isolated myself from everyone

Running up to her I said, “Lizzi, be careful. Have you told your locker combination to anybody lately? One of your friends might be the thief!” “I know who stole my phone and I have proof to frame her to. You can just get out of my life because I have a picture of Ruby Mines stealing from Kaytie Mills and I’m about ready to go turn it in to Mr. Johnston.” she said. I got an idea, though to make