This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

I woke up in the morning to my brother crying, my mom as drunk as ever and my dad passed out on the couch. I lift the sheets off of me, the air is as cold as usual, it feels like my whole body is an iceberg and the only way to keep it warm is to lay in bed, but I get up anyway. I step onto the wood floor and it is even colder than the air, but I ignore it, I look in my closet and find something to wear. Then I step into the hallway to see my mother and yell at her for being drunk again and she just

I sipped on my tea while sitting in Joyce's house answering simple questions her parents threw at me. Although I am not a fan of human foods or beverages, I didn't want to be rude. I answered each question with ease until Joyce's mother asked one of the hardest questions I have ever had to answer in my entire life. "Ritter, I have noticed that you are rather cold in speech. And you never smile, why is that?" I was dumbfounded. I would have to choose my words very carefully for this hullabaloo of

means to be blind or low vision. I want to say what a joy it is to have your son joining us this year in class. As you know I am the special education teacher here and this is the kindergarten teacher, we want to get started to make sure your son gets the best education possible here. Since your son is legally visually impaired which means his “visual acuity of 20/270 to 20/200 in the better eye even with correction” and he does wear glasses correct (book)? Since he is visually impaired and not

sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out

Rookie Ever since I had these powers I couldn’t figure out what to do with them until I got this one idea I said “I should be a superhero.” So after I make my costume write down on how I use my powers and what they are.Here is the list of powers. Shape shifting Super strength with super speed Growth Making things grow Invisibility Flying power Laser eyes Teleportation Breath under water Fire comes out of hands So now let's go and find some villains then put them in jail. So I found one villain

overcome the pride and prejudice they feel towards each other to find mutual happiness. Persuasion was written between 1815 and 1816. The main character, Anne Elliot, has suffered unhappiness after taking her family’s and friend’s advice to reject a man she loves. The “truth universally acknowledged” in the opening lines of Pride and Prejudice “that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife” defines the

upper part of the auditorium where my friends and I usually sit. The empty seat in the middle must be for me. They were kind enough to leave me a seat. "Okay. That's it. What is up with you? You have been acting weird since last week. And now you are here, for the TALK, which may I remind you, you despise along with any Zen week activities." Emmarossa raised her eyebrow at me with a questioning look on her face. Emmarossa and I grew up together. She is like a sister to me. At first, it all started

Thomas had found who he was looking for. “May I?” he asked politely to the woman sitting alone in one of four corner tables the bar owned. The woman raised an eyebrow. She was sizing him up, judging him, as he guessed she would. They all did. Thomas, at thirty nine, was well-built and fit. He exercised daily and visited a Vietnamese nail salon two times a week and allowed the ladies working there to give him manicures and pedicures. Thomas took cleanliness very importantly. He had taken to wearing

other hand, I was figuring out how to draw Mr. Dextoon as a dog. The hands on the clock were ticking one by one; every minute felt like an hour. The muffled sound of Mr. Dextoon was ringing through my ears. “Blah blah blah called a doe, while a blah blah blah called a buck. Also, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah, blah in groups.” Suddenly, I could feel his eyes staring at me when he said, “Now, what do you think a young rabbit is called, Mia?” My head shot up and I realized that I wasn’t listening

my cultural identity, My family and I are all Catholics I was raised to belief in God and La Virgen de Guadalupe. Not only that but both of my parents are from Oaxaca, Mexico. They were born and raised in a small town close to Huitzo. A big celebration for us Mexicans is Celebrating Los Quince anos this is a big deal and is mostly meant for girls. A Quinceanera is to celebrate your daughter's transition from a girl to a young lady when you reach the age of 15. I got to have a Quinceanera a couple