To My Boy

This fact is clearly illustrated in the lyrics of the song by Morton Harvey, I Didn't Raise My Boy to be a Soldier”. With the advent of steam ships, railroads, telegrams, and photography, came much more graphic and timely reporting on the war. It is not hard to see how frightening it would be to sign up to fight, when there was no possibility of

War I end, it can still cause heated discussion among the people for whether it is patriotic of being involved in this war. Reasons vary with various resources from both sides. Reasons that caught my great interests from the opposing sides are as below. One of the reasons is the song “I Didn’t Raise My Boy to Be a Soldier”1 which is a hit anti-war song back in 1915 which shows its firm attitude that people have lost a lot for the war and the purpose of the war is far away from what people thought originally

When I arrived at my grandmother’s building I saw a young African American boy. He was eight years old; his face dripped with tears and boogers. He felt shameful and embarrassed while he was standing in front of the entrance of the building. Only with his little underwear. I sympathized for the child with my eyes and thought what made him deserve this. There were also other times when I saw kids at the age of seven waiting for their transportation to go to school with their face expression saying

Chapter 1 “Alright, Henry, my boy, this is it!,” Professor E Gadd cheered excited,”there’s been a massive burst of paranormal activity sighted in the…let’s see here...,” he turned to the computer on the wall typing frantically, “ah yes, A massive burst of paranormal activity has been sighted in, non other, then the cellar,” he finished. The cellar. Out of all of the places, the cellar. I had shivers go right down my spine so fast I almost knocked something over in the professor’s lab. “Hopefully

At the age of 12 and like most other boy, my maturing sequence was started and it changed my life. My voice cracked and got deeper, I grew hair on my chest, my legs, and places that I did not expect to have hair when I was young. In 2009, all these things were happen to me except an important one: feelings for girls. At first, it did not bother me that much because I supposed my mentality would not be affected by puberty. But at time went on and seeing all of my friends have girlfriends, I decided

My Papa’s Waltz The poem “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke presents a memory from a young boy waltzing with his father. The waltz is a metaphor that represents the relationship the boy has with his father. Although the poem may seem like a happy and sweet story of a father and son dancing in the kitchen there are also some darker underlying tones. The speaker, who is the young boy, is directing theses words towards his father, but does not actually express them directly to the father, instead

racism as “prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.” Richard Wright in “Big Boy Leaves Home” and James Baldwin in “My Dungeon Shook” provided the readers with their own argument of what racism means to them. James Baldwin’s “My Dungeon Shook”, was a letter to his nephew written 100 years after the Emancipation Proclamation. Inside the letter Baldwin indirectly argues his definition of racism as being

young to read a book; also I am sure that the librarian knew what was happening but she understood. I did return the books when I was done reading them- most of them anyway. My brothers were very influential to my life as well. Growing up with brothers is something you survive but I am grateful for the women it helped me become. My teachers however would have disagreed; there were moments when I would say things not appropriate for a young girl but I never fully understood what the line

Due to the continuous ignorance and fear, his death is a serious wake up call. My childhood friend is diagnosed with brain cancer in seventh grade and later passes away sophomore year when he could no longer keep up the fight. It changed my whole outlook on life forever and for this, I am grateful. Once I was frightened; now I am courageous. Not once did he show one ounce of pain or fear, even though he is fighting

Everything was so much larger than me. I felt like I was this tiny spec on a flower. My life had suddenly flashed before my eyes. I had a feeling that my last breath was about to par take. I knew that I should have never drunk that stuff that my friend gave me. She said that it would take me to another world, but I didn’t take her seriously. I thought it was just her joshing around. How could a normal 15-year-old boy just end up alone in some awkward place? All I knew was that it was a long road ahead