There is an accident on the 405 so we take PCH. I look at the window, into the sea. I am looking for dolphins or whales, but I have never seen a whale from this road. Once, when we were driving to Summer Nationals, Dad offered me two-bucks if I saw a whale. We drive past La Conchita. La Conchita is a small town that was built at the bottom of a mountain. Last year a mud slide burried half-a-dozen houses. Eight people died, suffocated in mud and debris. You can still see the mountains of mud and the destruction. You can see five white crosses and one Jewish star. My mother says people are stupid for living in such a dangerous place. I tell her it is their home. They have a view of the mountains and view of the ocean. I tell her living in a dangerous …show more content…
She asks me if I doing okay. She says she bought the belt at the dollar store. She says I have a pink one and she has a purple one and this means that we are a team. I look around the gym for my mother, but she has yet to appear. I ask Lydia and Keric to sit with me in from the adjacent cafeteria. Lydia sits besides me. She is squirming and Keric is quiet. I order a bagel, but I don’t eat it. Lydia asks if I am nervous. This is the last chance for the two of us to qualify for nationals. After I eat, the three of us jog back towards the gym. Somewhere along the way I lose …show more content…
She has gray hair. She limps towards the strip. Lydia and Keric openly laugh at her. Lydia picks up the electrical cord that registers the points I score. She clips me in because she knows this part gives me trouble. I wipe my shoes, one at a time, on my socks. This dirties my socks, but it also makes my shoes less slippery. I salute this woman. Her last name is Jokovsky, it is printed on her pants and on the back of her jacket. Jokovsky limps towards me, shakes my hand, marvels, briefly, at my youth before limping back to her starting position. When the judge says, “Salute, begin,” I take a step forward. I say to myself: be calm, wait, wait. The woman scores one touch on me, and then another and another. She seems, suddenly, forty years younger. She predicts my moves before I make them. She laughs, openly, beautifully. I try every aggressive attack I know, but in the end I wait out the three minutes that signals the end of the match. I lose
My name is Robert Borgelin from Wellington Florida. I am married to my wife Frantzie and have six children. I have been a student at Knox for some time now. I teach Mathematics in Palm Beach County School District and also serve as pastor of Primitive Baptist in Lauderhill Florida. I wish to delve during the coming weeks in the concept of Justification by faith.
Damn. I throw an m&m at her, and she kicks her leg up, nearly kicking me in the face. "Oh, sorry! But come on, you know I 'm a ninja.
Growing up in a Mexican household, the food we ate always had a spice to it. Whether the spice was on the side or already prepared in the food, my food always had a spice to it. My grandma’s favorite signature spice was her Pico De Gallo. Pico de Gallo also called salsa Fresca, is made from chopped tomato, onion, cilantro, fresh Serrano’s (jalapeños or habaneros are used as alternatives), salt, and key lime juice. At first I did not like Pico de Gallo because I couldn’t bear how spicy it was.
She points to a boy that is supposed to be you, someone calling you
It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.
After each encounter, the narrator says something that implies she will eventually outlast or
La Greta, I really enjoyed reading your post as I have been a part of such programs since I began my career as a police officer 18 years ago. I started by conducting parole checks on violent offenders and quickly learned how little they were prepared to return to society. You are very correct in that an offender’s re-entry starts the minute they begin their sentence. This is going to require the cooperation and collaboration of the prison system, probation and parole, law enforcement, prosecutors, social services and public housing. The money is out there in the form of federal grants and it just takes a little work to find them on the internet.
There was once a boy living in south McAllen which was often referred to as La Balboa, and a sweet loving young girl living in North McAllen, these two individuals were unaware to the event that would soon be taking place that would change both of their lives forever. These two individuals were my mom and dad mom was usually refers to as La Prieta while dad was called Willi. It was the year 1995 where Willi’s friend Ray and La Prieta’s friend Cristina begged and begged for them to go on double dates with them, both Willi and La Prieta always refused. After begging for so long they finally but reluctantly agreed to go out with them. They weren’t expecting much but to go out and hopefully have some fun along the way, little did they know the
As some of you may know I have been watching this show called heroes lately and I thought I would share my opinion on it. Season one was pretty good it was all about how Isaac Mendez, a painter that could paint the future, had painted a painting of an exploding man that blows up New York City. This burning man is apparently Peter Petrelli who had just gotten his power. His power is power replication so he can have every power as long as he has met a person.
Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
Off and On I, Kevin Sandersons, am not a genius. I simply am determined to succeed in my future, yet my grades and actions in class imply the future Einstein is present, according to my classmates. But that’s not how I visualize myself. I’m 13 years old and I live in Charleston, SC.
Listen. Give her my compliments. Okay? Why don't you go home, Mac? Not me.
“Hebe? You’re kind of freaking me out,” I managed to say. After I told her that, she said the stupidest thing ever, “Good! That’s my plan. You should NEVER be confident.