Cleaning houses are a girl’s best friend. Or is it diamonds? In The Dirt Diary, by Anna Staniszewski, the main character, Rachel Lee, must clean houses with her mother in order to pay back the money that she stole until her mom finds out about her purchase. Rachel uses the money to buy a one way ticket to Florida, where her father ran off to, to bring him home. However, there’s only a slim chance of him actually coming home and a large chance of her mom finding out and forbidding her from going in the first place. When Rachel steals almost 300 dollars from her college fund to try and bring her family together, a major theme falls into place. People will do anything for a sliver of hope. Another, equally important theme found in this novel
Since 1976, when my mother was born, my family’s generational curse can into effect. My material grandmother, Mattie, had my mom at the early age of 15 years old. Although my grandmother Mattie wanted to keep my mom, she reluctantly gave her up to be raised by her mother, my great-great grandmother Ann.
It was time. Mom was bawling her eyes out and dad was trying to keep a straight face. I was a nervous wreck, shaking as I boarded the aircraft. The hardest goodbye yet. I wasn’t expecting to cry when the closed the hatch to the plane, but I shed a few tears. I quickly wiped them away so the boys wouldn’t see. I fell asleep to hopefully block out the terrible thoughts I had running through my mind about upcoming events.
We all grow up with different surroundings, people, and cultures. I was born in Hood River and lived here for three years, then I moved to White Salmon across the river. My life in White Salmon was simple, I had two hard working parents and went to Preschool. I would play outside with friends, like a normal child should. I became older and began to attend Elementary school, I would work hard, do my homework, and occasionally read with my father. Up until I was seven my father had both of his jobs in Hood River, therefore we had to move back and I had to abandon everyone I knew. I attended another school with kids I didn 't know. Moving had dramatically changed my life.
The articles “Two runners, once united with Olympic gesture, are now divided” by David Davis and “The Other man on the Podium” by Caroline Frost are about two African American runners, Tommie Smith and John Carlos falling out post protest on the winning platform at the 1968 Olympics. Smith and Carlos rose to the podium and raised their black gloved fists in the air to bring attention to the inequality for the Blacks in America at the time. As time went on though, the two released several works of writing that contradict each other 's statements about the rebellious protest that they made together and belittling each other’s accomplishments.
The five stages of grief are a series of stages we go through when we lose something or someone we care about. For example, someone who lost a loved one will go through the five stages of grief. The five stages of grief include denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. These stages can occur in any order, depending on the person.
This book invokes many different emotions. In the beginning, the plot made me feel happy and elicited laughter; especially when Miles meets his new roommate and has an awkward yet funny interaction, is given the nickname “Pudge” ironic to his skinny figure, and introduced to Alaska and Takumi. When Pudge got pranked by some Weekday Warriors (rich kids of their school), it was nice to see that his new friends stood up for him, despite the fact that they just meet him not long ago.
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner, “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I stormed downstairs to pick up the phone, I was fuming. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another arbitrary adventure with Jackie.
Do big things really come in small packages? I believe they do because for me the simplest changes in someone’s life can change everything about a person’s life. I have always been the been the little one in the family, the baby and little bro to my siblings. it’s not so bad being the little brother but being the little one means you are probably going to look up an older brother or sibling and will assumably follow in there foots steps whether it’s good or bad. Most people say being the bigger brother is more optimal because you don’t have to get beat up. you’re mainly the one doing the beating. As for me, I am the middle man for 20 years I was always the little bro and the baby of the family until recently I was soon to learn my life was
Overnight I had stayed awake trying to comprehend all that had occurred, I just could not make sense of any of it. How could someone I thought I knew so well be so different? Why had I not listened to my parents? The one thing that became apparent is I was not ready to grow up, I have my whole life to be a grown up, but only so many years of childhood, it was too valuable of a time frame to focus on growing up. The next morning, I could not have been more eager to arrive home and spend time in the comfort of my parents where I could finally feel safe and
The way you acted the way you talked the way you dressed and most important you changed the way that you looked at me. We were best friends and now we barely even look at each other or even notice each others existence and I've wanted to talk to you but I've never built up the courage to do it because I was afraid that you wouldn't remember me like I meant nothing to you, like I never meant anything." I could feel tears welling up and were about to fall so I wiped my eyes and said "Thanks for the ride Sweet pea I should get going I'm pretty sure you don't want to be seen with me. I guess I'll see you in class." I turned and took a few steps when I heard "Cassia wait. I know I haven't been there for you like I promised you I'd be but I want to be there now.Do you really think you're the only one who misses there best friend? Now I know you've been through things but I have to been through stuff too. You just need to own up to it and move on." I looked up at him and said "I am owning up to it I've
We pulled up to the mailbox, and my father stepped out of the driver’s seat to go check the mail. The car fell silent with great anticipation until he came back with magazines, newspapers, advertisements, but what stood out the most were three envelopes with the emblem of the Merced City School District. Not even three minutes in of opening the envelopes I began to bawl. The week prior to receiving the mail I had already knew in advance what to expect in the envelope; however, I couldn’t control what was going to happen in this situation. My father opened the envelope with my name on it, and an expression of disappointment made way to his face. In that envelope way my sixth-grade report card, and on that report card was five A’s and a single B. As soon as we got home a sense of danger lingered in the air. Not even single word and I was given a swift hit with the slender bamboo stick. The physical pain faded quickly; however, the feeling of disappointment in myself began to develop. I spent numerous of hours studying, I always did what I was told, and being an Asian my cultural background shaped me to who
You can decide what you make out of a change no matter how bad or depressing it is. A sudden change can be caused by divorcing, moving, and succeeding in life.It is ok to have a positive, or negative change in life, as long as it affects you as a person in a good way, then you can get something out of it.
When looking at my family, and the history of what has shaped my life, the main even that I can identify is having my son Hayden out of wedlock. This effected not only in a positive but somewhat of a negative way as well. Even though in our present time, children out of wedlock is not uncommon; However, many people such as the older generations still believe that you should be married before you have children. Some of the issues I encountered changed me and the outlook I have now. There were also positive lessons learned from this experience as well. Such as, new responsibilities, and they expectations of your significant other.
Courage, the ability to do something that frightens one. If only it were that easy. However, there was one day, during math, that I had decided to build up the courage to do something I had never done before. I, Michael Peña, was about to write my own history. I was going to ask my crush to be my girlfriend. Even though it had not went well, my mother was there to bring me up after I had just humiliated myself in front of a girl that I had liked for quite a while. She made me realize that confidence and courage play an essential role in receiving what you are passionate to recieve.