Riding the Bus with My Sister

character in the short story "Araby" lost his innocence by developing a crush on a girl not knowing the feelings and attractions that came with having a crush on someone. The unnamed narrator in the short story developed a crush on his friend Mangan 's sister. The narrator 's friend and crush both live across the street from him. The narrator is being raised by his aunt and uncle who are both also unnamed. The narrator is so obsessed with the girl that he watches her stealthily everyday waiting for her

enjoy being outdoors and showing my animals, at the end of the day, i’m just Cheyenne Yackeschi. Yackeschi is an indian name. My dad always said I grew up under as a milk man’s child. We’ve laughed about this for eighteen years. I am the little tomboy in the family, second oldest, and in my eyes, my dad’s favorite. We enjoy doing everything together we call it our daddy daughter bonding time. My favorite thing we do together is going mudding with our 4 wheelers. My mother and I also have a very close

title story of a collection of Russian fairy tales I received from my first grade teacher in Aberdeen, Scotland. These stories are vivid and violent, swarming with witches, girls of enviable complexion, fiery horses, and heroic bumpkins, and most of them lurk even in now in the recesses of my memory, informing my expectations of the world. Since then, my academic interests have never strayed far from my creative development as a writer. My goals have been to read as much as I can, to see as much as I

One Day You’ll Feel Alone On July 21st, 2015, my life changed for the better. I woke up that morning feeling happy, but quickly came a burst of sadness. This was the day I left to go to basic training for the Army. Joining the United States Army Reserve took an abundant amount of courage from within. Prior to joining the United States Army Reserve, I would hear a lot of disturbing stories; stories that depicted how the Army’s men would rape the women, how they could possibly interfere with one attending

Imagine having all of your best friends living right next to you. This is how I felt when I grew up with my neighbors, Jessie and Catherine. Between four-wheeling, camping, and slumber parties, we all had grown up with each other acting more like sisters than neighbors. I don’t remember exactly moving, but I had lived in Belleville for the first couple of years of my life. My parents bought a house in the middle of nowhere, about 1 mile from Fayetteville, and we had exactly two neighboring houses

herself as Chinese. Her background and environment has shaped her into the person who she is today, and that person is, according to Jing-mei, not Chinese. Jing-mei mentions that she is embarrassed by how her mother has acted and states, “all those things my mother did to embarrass me – haggling with store owners, pecking her mouth with a toothpick in public, being color-blind to the fact that lemon yellow and pale pink

freed us and at that point we should have had all the same rights as White Americans. Indeed, African-Americans have been protesting for decades for equal rights. Unfortunately, we are not fully treated with the same rights as our White brothers and sisters even though we are just as productive as them. For example, Dylan Roof a white male,  murdered nine African-American parishioners during their Bible study that they invited him into. Roof was apprehended in another state, taken into custody and fed

This is my journey as a nursing student at Mount Mercy. I will reflect on the experiences I have had at Mount Mercy and how my personal and professional life has been impacted by returning to school for my Bachelor of Science degree in nursing. I am the hero of this story. I will discuss how each nursing course has helped me transform and the projects I felt had the most impact. My journey to return to nursing school began in August 2014 when my nurse manager Carmen (she is my herald in this

dem animal prints on your jeans are hella on fleek.” Who do you picture when you read this quote? A young boy? A grandmother? You are most likely picturing a black woman. But why is this? Have you actually ever heard a black woman speak like this? My guess is probably not. So then why do you picture a black woman? It could be because black women are often portrayed in movies and television shows as loud and obnoxious characters, often accompanied by very vibrant body language and proclamations of

Democratic and Republican Parties. If anything about the two political parties or the Presidency was discussed in school, and I’m sure that it was, it wasn’t at a level that made any impact or had any significance in my young life. What I did understand and was aware of is the fact that my