Albina cursed and grabbed for the iron rod which was kept on the couch. Hitting it repeatedly on the wall, all she could think of was her husband’s letters telling her of the danger which awaited all of them soon. “Go get Ferdi and Everard.” She kicked the wall again and the plaster came tumbling down, revealing a worn out wooden closet.
I blearily rolled over and groaned, "Few more minutes, Dad. Please?" "Come on, get up!" I rolled out of bed as slowly as possible, then checked the digital clock next to my bed. It was 6:00, and on a Saturday, too!
Everyone wants the perfect parental environment when growing up. Unfortunately, this doesn’t hold true for many. In the story To Kill a Mockingbird, the children are lacking a mother and their father is so busy with his job, he doesn’t always get to spend quality time with them. An African-American woman, Calpurnia, however, tries to serve a much needed role in this story. “Yo’ folks might be better’n the Cunninghams but it don’t count for nothin’ the way you’re disgracin’ ‘em if you can 't act fit to eat at the table you can just sit here and eat in the kitchen!”
I jumped to my feet and ran inside the house. “Mom, can we go to Mars?” I inquired while she was putting her stuff away and talking on the phone at the same time. “Uh, sure honey” Mom replied, but inside I knew that she probably didn’t even hear my question.
CLANK! Finally a monster has sprung my trap. I turned on the kitchen lights to find a terrifying monster looking at me with its foot in the trap. I yelled out for someone before I threw the frying pan at its chest, and ran for my life. I started banging on everyone’s doors, but no one was answering.
I sprung out of bed in an attempt to catch the frog but it jumped out the half opened window of my bedroom. I was shocked as the alarm clock rang abruptly, and realized it was time to go to school. After my initial scare I was annoyed. I smashed my alarm clock and headed out the bedroom door.
“Get those animals down stairs now” I yelled I ran back into the room and saw a cat and a dog i ran over and picked them up and ran as fast as i could to the basement. When i got to the stairwell leading to the the cellar i heard a big loud crash. I knew the cyclone had hit. I continued to run out i knew that i wouldn't make it. But i continued to run and i thought about a quote.
There are issues that come up when talking about these precise geographic are being affected the most without receiving the fair chance of having healthy meals to eat every night. Some people believe that there is no way that some geographies will tell you that you cannot receive the nutrients food one needs to have a healthy diet. There are various ways one can receive the sufficient healthy foods one needs, and it is nothing based on geographic or the color of your skin. “Pennsylvania passed a Fresh Food Financing Initiative, which offered grants and loans to supermarkets willing to open in distressed neighborhoods and helped smaller stores expand their supplies of fresh food.” (Gilligan).
One Wednesday night just before 10 p.m., three kids were home alone while their father went out and would return shortly. These three kids were James Persyn the third, Acelin Persyn, and their much younger sibling Angus Persyn. It was only a few minutes after their father stepped out, when these kids mainly, James, were going face to face with the test of life and death. This test would come in the form of a rape victim with the desire to live, and a murderous, abusive, convicted rapist and killer. James Persyn the third is important to know because he is the true definition of courageous.
The next morning could 've gone better in retrospect. I woke up to an alarm ringing feverishly in my ear. When I sluggishly smacked it, rather than it successfully turning off, it fell of my desk, hit the floor, and continued ringing, just as loud, if not louder. I looked to the ceiling in disdain. Following the rude awakening was the realization I would have to go to school.
While I was trying to think of what my parents would say to me I heard a knock on the main door. I looked where I was sitting and saw long strands of hair surrounding me. I hastily grabbed the mini trashcan in the restroom and started getting the evidence of my cut hair and thown into the trash. I heard the creeck of the door. I ran downstairs to greet them the first thing they saw was the baby hairs sticking up looking like I had been electrocuted.
so I’m unsure he’d help to much, he’s over there counting out potatoes and Margot 's trying to get him to stop. Everyone, including myself, freeze as the buzzer (indicating Miep is here) goes off. My husband hurries over to the door and she tell him something, she then rushes up the stairs to tell us all. Still in her pajamas, she exclaim with glee “The invasion has begun! The invasion!”
Michael Pollan’s Escape from the Western Diet connects well with what Mary Maxfield says in her article. Both Pollan and Maxfield talk about the ways that dieting is taking over American people’s healths and causing them to become even unhealthier. In Mary Maxfield’s argument she talks about how people believe everything that diet industries say, even though they know that the information they give you is false. This connects really well with what Michael Pollan talks about in his article, which is that people know that these theories that are used for the Western diet are not accurate, but yet they still decide to use the Western diet to help them become healthier.