No Crystal Stair

Memories are one of the greatest gifts in life; bad memories are there for you to look back on and grow stronger, whereas the good memories wrap around you, and bring a smile to your face. Essentially our essence is built upon a collection of memories, from your first word to when you say “I do” to the person of your dreams. So if the life you built is held together by memories, what happens when the foundation starts to crumble, do you become an empty shell? It all started suddenly, without

A Raisin in the Sun was written by Lorraine Hansberry. Lorraine was born in Chicago, Illinois where both of her parents were active in the black community. When young, she had big time social injustice names like Jesse Owens and Duke Ellington come to her house. “Her parents contributed large sums of money to the NAACP and the Urban League.” Lorraine and her family moved to a white neighborhood in Chicago and was attacked by the neighbors. Although they were attacked, the Hansberry family stayed

“One of the hardest decisions you'll ever face in life is choosing whether to walk away or try harder.” - Ziad K. Abdelnour. Why are decisions difficult to make? Are decisions the two paths that will lead us down to our future? Are they like an answer choice on a test, that we feel the need to stress about whether we choose the right or wrong decision? Perhaps people should realize that making decisions can lead us to embark on new life changing journeys.We need to learn that we should not fear making

Speech Topic: College Fitness Speech Title: How To Stay Fit in College Speech Type: Informative Audience Analysis Knowledge: Many listeners have 1st hand knowledge on what it's like being a college kid, specifically the problem of being broke and busy in college and how hard it is to prioritize personal fitness, however, this knowledge probably goes without the knowledge of the techniques of staying fit even with a hectic lifestyle. Attitudes: The audience more than likely feels some disdain

I am not sure why Nick consistently fails to mention me, I am Abigaile Winfrey. He most likely forgot about me because he has been consuming so much of his time pursuing his friendship with The Great Gatsby. Back in the day, Nick and I were tied at the hip; However, lately I feel like I cannot differentiate him from any other living being in West Egg. He used to be quite down to earth and come over solely to help me manage my marvelous gardens. My gardens traveled on for acres, filled with bright

Life is very hard, but still have to go through it, Ex, “TEST” (if you practice or study it, then when it time come for the test day, you must do well on your test). So, these people won’t stop, they still do what they suppose to do, because they don’t want to give up on their life. And these people are go through differents, it’s not the same but it’s hard for all of them.and some might go through war or about family problem or back then women don’t have right to do what they want to do, like those

plane float down gently towards the busy streets of this small city Silverway, I let out a heavy sigh. I stepped down from the ledge and packed everything in my satchel and fixed it on my shoulder. I walked back inside and began walking down the metal stairs. Step by step, I regretted sending the letter out to the world the way I did. Little by little, I wanted to give in to the little things I had written. My hand ran through my dark blue hair as I reached the last floor. I opened the heavy stairway

garage because I could easily say I wasn’t home. I stared at Justin, the doorbell rang again and Britney yelled but still trying to whisper from upstairs. Briana , someone at the door! She floated down the stairs and realized Justin was in the house once she made it to the bottom of the stairs. She stood and stared, I could tell Justin could see her but did not realize who she was because there was a shadow on her face. He looked at the shadowed face, then at me, then at the shadowed face again

His feet sunk deep into the fresh snow as he picked his way down the sidewalk, hood up, watching the crystal flakes drift past and fall onto a silent street. It was dark enough for his vision to be blocked, 5:30 at night. Malaki was out without parental permission, but he didn’t care. He was sixteen, he could make his own decisions. He was out “studying” with a few friends, if studying means partying that is. His parents should’ve been in bed when he got home but just in case Maliki would sneak in

In the poem “Mother to Son”, Langston Hughes uses the deep connection between a mother and her son and descriptive rhetoric to bring hope and inspire the African American people to fight for their rights.The author most likely wrote the poem for the African American audience because it is written in an African American slang during the Harlem Renaissance. However, any minority group can relate to this creation because it is about people who are going through a difficult time. Hughes describes the