There was still a lot to learn, but I left that week feeling fulfilled, and healthy. My experience in the inclusion program is something i would never want to give up. I entered camp the next week with the most exciting news, I knew I was going to be returning to my childhood unit of Kawannis. The chance to return and pass on some of the best memories of my teenage years was a gift that I was not going to take for granted. The week prior I was reminded to stay out of trouble, I knew it was not ok to be in places I did not belong, and that there was a part of camp I needed to respect as an intern.
The child’s father always woke up first and “with cracked hands that ached” went and made a fire so the child would be warm on “Those Winter Sundays.” Not only had the father “driven out the cold,” but he had also polished the child’s “good shoes.” The child never thanked the father, but instead the child spoke “indifferently” to him The figurative language Robert Hayden uses further expresses the regrets the child had after the child realized how horrible the father was treated. In every stanza of the
The next day, it was a time when the relocation plan is to be discussed. Paul and Joey and their families and maybe a thousand other people have gathered in the gymnasium. Dad positions himself on the stage. The county commissioners want him there to help them focus on Old Charley Burns as the guilty party. The meeting starts with Mrs. Gates thanking all the school staff who have been working hard since the disaster occurred.
And I remember thinking even if Chris never comes back mentally, that’s fine because he’s alive and that’s all that matters. I try to tell myself that every time I visited him. But I couldn’t Did you have any idea how much it hurted to see him like that? To see this cool, collected boy I had crushed on since I was 11 in that state? I wanted to killed Luke right there and then, stab my spear through his blond little head.
Returning them to friends that surely would not be forgotten. One Tonka truck to the delinquents next door, then some action figures to my second best friend down the street, and finally a few beat up hot wheels to the most loyal of childhood friends. By this time reality was sinking in and the thought of sue a girl living right across the street seeing me cry was too much and I ran home without ever saying goodbye. The next morning we were packed ready to go but not to our new house but to my uncles. We were to stay the summer at his place in Williamstown until our new home was ready.
Frankie constantly praises their kids. Despite everything which has taken place, my brother speaks highly of his wife as well. It breaks my heart to know they are going through this disconcerting situation but it has been intensifying for over 10 years. My brother is aware of how my marriage ended over domestic violence and was saddened that he couldn’t do anything to help me during such a tumultuous time. Frankie and I have spoken on multiple occasions as to why it was necessary for him to leave his wife.
I knew that if I tensed up, the quality of the product that I had been working on for past week would only suffer. I tried to relax, but I was still overwhelmed by fear. When it was my turn, I let all of my previous anxiety free with a powerful sigh. I took a deep breath, and with clear intonation and articulation, I blew the first note of the solo as clean and with as much finesse as possible. I was blessed with relief, but I could not pause to celebrate, as I had much more to go.
My family has always been very united but one day my dad emigrated to America, I was 5 years old and missed him a lot because I thought he was missing out so many important events of my childhood and all the new things I was going through, but he would always tell me that one day I would come to America and I remember I would get very content about it but as I was growing up I was making new friends, meeting new people and “living life” that I forgot about the idea of coming to America. As years were passing by, my family began to tell me that I had to enjoy every second in my country since it was probably my last year in Honduras and I believed it at first but then it never happened so I was so busy with school that I never thought the day would come. It was July 31, 2013, when I realized that the day my family and I has been waiting for had come. I and felt so different and I knew something was about to change in my life, though I was unsure of what it was I did have an idea of what it could be. “The day has come” I whispered.
It was time. The moment my twenty committee members and I had been waiting for: the committee reveal. Both my hands were tightly gripped onto the hands of my friends as our eyes filled with eagerness, and our throats had swelled from angst. ‘Did we break the record?’ was the common question thought amongst my peers that remained in this classroom, scattered with committee items and food for the night. The past school year of 2016-2017, twenty upperclassmen worked alongside club advisors and me to create the infamous night at Manasquan High School: Squan-A-Thon.
I had only been playing field hockey for one year and even though I made the highest team, it meant nothing to a new coach who has never met me before. I also only knew the kids in my own grade. I got to the field and found some of my friends, settled in and began to get all of my gear on. Little did I know that I was soon to face one of the toughest challenges not only up until then, but through my whole high school career. My freshman year of high school started strong on the second day of school, finding out that I made junior varsity field hockey.
I think the uncertainty that was clouding my mind that my father would never be proud of me of who I am was finally fading away. He appreciates my passion and proud of whom I am. The bond between us became quite stronger than ever. Now every Tuesday we sit
You are one of the sweetest boys ever, and you really don 't deserve the stuff that happens at home to you. I didn 't know about any of that till today, and no kid deserves what you 've dealt with. You are such a strong little guy and it amazes me how you can still show up with a smile on your face every day. I know it has to be so hard to live without your mom; I could never imagine that. But the way that you always clung to me made me feel so special.
An object that has great significance to me is, a Build-a-Bear I got from my grandmother for Christmas almost ten years ago. He’s brown with black and grey highlights and his name is Honey. This specific bear is still so important to me because sadly, my grandmother passed away in October of 2013. Obviously when I first got it, I wasn’t thinking about the thought or meaning of the gift, I was just so ecstatic that my grand mom’s voice was coming through a bear. I went everywhere with him, wouldn’t put him down for anything.
If granted a single do-over of any moment of my life, it would be the day that we unexpectedly lost a friend, brother, and a son. The anguish that relentlessly lingers around that day, at times, seem unbearable, and to re-do the moments preceding that nightmare would bring solace to both my life and the others that were affected. Friday, September 13th, 2013 started off similar to every other day; my classmates and I walked the hallways, laughing, discussing weekend plans, taking "selfies", and making witticisms among one another. My friend, Lester Levine, exuberantly ran throughout the school as he always did, knowing precisely what to say to turn gloomy day into an ebullient one. Unknowingly, no one would have known to brace themselves for the night and following weeks to come; our lives, perpetually scotched.
Since we were stranded at the hotel for three days, we were forced by our parents to be nice to each other. We decided that it was best to not talk to each other because there was bound to be some things that shouldn 't be said. After one day of being cooped up, we couldn 't take the silence anymore. We ended up cracking jokes and play games with everyone. Every time after our parents told us to do something, Jake would always say “real talk.” It was the best said on that whole trip because we 'd gone delusional by not being home for 2 weeks.