A Car Ride
Marwa shoved her bag into the car and hopped into the front seat. The car started moving and they were on their way. At the start of every semester Marwa always have always had this salad, mish mash of emotions, of anxiety, fear and with a hint of excitement. She missed the dorm life, University and her classes, but she was also nervous about the years going by and the feeling of impending doom worsens with every course she takes.
"Make sure you eat well, ok?" her mother said to Marwa 's brother Ali.
"Yeah, mom" Ali said.
"It 's ok if you can 't sleep at first. It 'll take some time for you to adjust to the new place" said her mother and turned around to look at Marwa "Isn 't that right Marwa?"
"Yes, mom" said Marwa.
"And Marwa don 't stay up late like you always do. You 'll get dark circles and, we don 't need that. So try to be a little more responsible for once?"
"Yes, mom. Anything else?"
"Yes. Just graduate already, stop wasting so much time. Your whole taking it easy thing is affecting everyone here. I can 't support you forever you know".
"Mom, you know why I had to delay. It 's not by choice I had to stop for a year".
"No, you could have not stopped. I don 't see how being anxious can affect your studies to the point that you had to just stop for that long? Everyone gets anxious, we get over it. So should have you. I don 't understand why you had to stop for a year because of this 'anxiety 'health problems".
"Of course you wouldn 't understand mom.
“This is what happens when you have a family.” pushing the seat to the table. “LET’S GO MOMMY!” [S/N]’s little hand tugging your nightgown. “Wait just a second, mommy needs to clean and get ready.”
"Scott, I'm so fucking tired..." Chloe yawned. "So am I, babe." " At least you like coffee, I'm stuck with tea." The younger girl paused to think.
The first time I noticed Mike Newton, I was at the campus dining hall completing my community service. Miss Porter’s School required all students to do ten hours of volunteer work each week. According to the program director, Mr. Banner, it gave us the opportunity not only to prepare for college but also, experience firsthand the joy and sense of purpose that comes from serving others. I had undoubtedly won the placement lottery and been given the prestigious job of kitchen duty at our school’s cafeteria. Ten hours each week, I scrubbed tables, filled salt shakers, helped take inventory, and completed any other menial tasks that needed doing.
Teen Driving All my life I dreamed of driving a car on my own, growing up my father would sit me on his lap while he drives his dads 76’ Corvette Stingray. The steering wheel vibrations, rumbling of the engine smell of hot asphalt gave me such an adrenaline rush at a young age. Ever since then, I knew as soon as I could drive I would do everything in my power to do so. When I came of age to drive, my parents didn’t trust me.
The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.
The story I chose for this paper is “The Red Convertible” by Louise Erdrich. The story is about two young brothers and the close bond they share with each other throughout most of their young adult lives. The bond they shared lasted until the older brother, Henry, Leaves for the military and when he returns he’s a completely changed person and rarely speaks to his younger brother Lyman leaving him feeling alone. This all takes place around 1969 on an Indian reservation along with a few destinations on the trip they take together.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school.
The Glass Castle: Jeannette Walls- Responsibility Haileigh Williams Upon reading The Glass Castle, written by Jeannette Walls, the reader will quickly notice all of the responsibilities Jeannette; the author and narrator of the novel, takes on throughout her life. The book itself is a memoir of Jeannette’s life that takes place from 1963 to 2005 and takes the reader through the ups and downs of Jeannette’s life in poverty and somewhat neglect. While reading the novel, the reader will be shown situations where they will be shocked and heartbroken. Jeannette’s family isn’t the average family from the south.
I still attended therapy, and eventually faced my nasty habit of internalizing my stress and punishing myself for things I couldn’t control. I stopped looking at the scissors and exacto knives in my craft supplies filled with temptation to put them on my skin before opting for markers, because I was terrified of having scars on my arms. I started working again, and sang while I organized shelves and cut fruit at Kroger. I started telling people when they were treating me unfairly or in a way I couldn’t process easily. “Please don’t get angry with me for something I have already forgotten about, process my mistakes immediately and calmly so I can recognize where I went wrong and take a different approach.”
Sweaty palms, a general sense of fear, and surprisingly enough, some excitement. That’s how it felt in the car on my first drive. Learning to drive is actually a crazy thing when you think about it. We are throwing teenagers, some as young as fifteen years old, into motorized vehicles and putting them on the roadways. That’s a lot of faith and trust to put into the hands of someone so young and naive.
“Stop bitching at me! I’m driving just fine!" “Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line.
In the world, people have many hobbies and interests, being a car enthusiast is one of them. There are many stereotypes and misconceptions against car enthusiasts due to the lack of knowledge non-car enthusiasts have. Being a car enthusiast is not only admiring cars, but also having an interest to do what you want to with your car, such as driving. Whether you want to drag race, race on the track or go off roading, a true car enthusiast sees the beauty in cars whereas other people would just see a normal car. Car enthusiasts find the beauty in cheaper cars where they could mod their car to their desire.
My First Car The first I ever had was an old model of the brand Toyota. It was color blue and was second-hand so I got it at a cheaper price. For a second-hand car, it was in a really good condition.
Every since cars have been produced, certain designs have had a lasting impact on society. The Mustang for instance is one of the most widely recognized vehicle designs in the world. A car design that had an impact on society years ago is called a classic car. Not all old cars are considered classics.