‘Hey rookie, we made it a cakewalk.’ Or asked things like ‘Hey, where you from – Detroit?’ When I saw men with one leg or blood seeping through their chest bandages, it took all the romantic notions that John Wayne’s movies put in your head. After we ate, mom and I drank coffee. I reflected on the mass. It had been a couple of years since I last attended church. I had forgotten how nice the women looked when they weren’t conscious they
Usually, most kids spend about 6.5-7 hours of school from monday-friday, not only are students in school for many hours but for 5 days and homework just adds more hours at home. For are future athletes, most can’t practice or even do a sport because homework takes up most their day, causing students to lose the privilege of doing an outside activity. Though, many would say doing homework keeps the school mode of learning and prepared for the next day. The final reason why homework can be harmful is homework can even cause family issues or illness. Many would say “How can homework cause family issues?”, well there is one main reason.
“Really, that’s all you got?’ ‘Cuz I ain't scared of something that doesn't exist.” He said boldly. It was an early morning on December 28th, and it was breakfast time. The smell of homemade waffles filled the whole house. Everyone was seated at the table, waiting for a prayer when everybody realized that Eliza did not join them. “I told you that girl needs to sleep earlier so, then she wakes up earlier and makes it for breakfast.” Eliza’s father said as he rolled his eyes in
So that was kind of how the daily routine went for all of elementary. Every day after school we sat down together and worked on the school work that would always be giving me trouble whether it was a spelling test or some math homework. Most conversations went like “Your brother Erik can do it just fine, why can't you?” or “Everyone else in class understands this just fine, so that means you aren’t trying enough.” Eventually things started to click it started slowly at first like “Wow Isaac you did ok on this spelling bee.” my mother would say or “You did most of this homework by yourself?” I gradually became independent enough to do work on my own and only with occasional help from my mother or Erik my brother. Finally about the time I started middle school my mother's expectations didn’t go lower it was that I was able to meet them easier. So now when it seems like my mom doesn't expect much it’s because we share the same expectations for me to be responsible and successful and it's not something that needs a constant reminder or outside help, because they match my own
I ate some instant oatmeal, (cinnamon apple, my favorite type) and sulked onto the bus which took me to my dark prison of a school. Washington Middle, my school, was a sullen, grey, concrete, five story school located a few minutes away from my house, within walking distance. My forever-happy best friend, Stella greeted me by the door. “Hey Cat!” she shouted, practically bouncing up and down. “Hi,” I said with no energy or interest apparent in my voice.
She was a really nice lady and if I had not been her student I would think she was an easier teacher. There was one paper I had to write and I was so far behind everyone else because I missed a day. I sat in her classroom during homeroom everyday for a week, she had no students in her homeroom so the class room was empty and quiet. It felt as though the class room was cut off from the rest of the school. It is safe to assume I was glad to get out of there everyday.
I slept till 7 P.M. that day and ordered Mutton Biryani, Chicken Card with 2 Roti’s, French Fries, Chicken Burger and Milk shake with Ice-cream in the desert as soon as I woke up. I didn’t wanted to be late, the next day but It was difficult to wake up for the reason that I ate way too much. I kept an alarm for 6:35,6:45 and 7:00 A.M. and slept again on my cozy bed like an Arab
“It’s time to go to school now Jam, come and eat your breakfast” my mom shouted very loud until I woke up but I was too sleepy and lazy so I decided to take a rest for just a couple of minutes more. Do you really think that I could sleep for a couple of minutes more and wake up on time? No way!! Finally I woke up and realize that it almost 8o’clock therefore, I was panicking so I forget many necessary school’s tools and I forget to eat my breakfast nevertheless, I just need to walk across Street for about 20 steps then I would reach my school. My school is a small school which contains only 25 teachers, 100 students, 7 janitors and 2 cook.
Studies show that at 700,000 children are abused every year! The definition of child abuse, according to Childhelp.org is, "When a parent or caregiver, whether through action or failure to act, causes injury, death, emotional harm or risk of serious harm to a child." This affects children by taking away their childhood and making them grow up before their time. Child abuse is present in the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton when Ponyboy tells the reader about Johnny, and how his parents abuse him.
I rolled over and hit snooze for the third time and dozed back into a soft peaceful sleep. I heard Thomas Rhett softly singing Leave Right Now but only realized it’s my alarm going off again and was now 5:46 a.m. Boone was going to be here in less then ten minutes. I launched off my half deflated air mattress and quickly got dressed into my warm oversized hunting gear. I grabbed some rice crispy bars and threw them in my pocket for a late breakfast. I packed a mug of freshly brewed Maxwell coffee and sat by the door.
I started to dig deeper before I would call the essay ready to turn in for the final draft. In the first paper, I really did not look for any errors, but I had over 35 errors in that paper. After the first essay I started to look a little before turning in my essay, but in essay two I still had over 30 errors. Making sure I notice these errors without needing the help of others is a great technique to learn for myself. I started asking for help from my professor Kitty Burroughs and she explained where I went wrong.
All students were eating something in class for their breakfast including two of teacher assistants. Two of teacher assistants were sharing a bag of hot Cheetos. Many students were interested in the tempting looking snack hot Cheetos rather than an animal cracker that they got from Ms. B. Teacher assistants refused to share their snack with students and I believe that it was because the hot Cheetos is not good for children. Ms. B called her class and asked them to sit on the alphabet