The first thing we did was go and brush our teeth and our hair. Then we started to get dressed and we called our grandma’s room to see if they were ready to go. She said that she will be ready in a few minutes. I couldn’t be any happier when I heard her say that. My grandma called us and said that she was ready I was so ecstatic when I heard that we all rushed out the door and waited for my grandma, grandpa, and Micah to get out there so we can take them in our car.
That morning if I awaken on time, if my bike had no puncture, if I had gone straight to work instead of the shop, then I never would have bought the ticket. The lottery ticket that change my life forever! That same day I arrived at the bakery two hours late to find that Mr Johnson the store owner had already replaced me. “This is the third time you’ve arrived late, you’re fired!” he roared.
I wasn’t worried though. There was no way my parents would make me go on this trip. Nobody was that cruel. The rest of the school day continued uneventful from there until I got home from practice. My mom asked me what happened today at school and still laughing at the thought, I said “Well, Mr.Spinks proposed that we go on some sort of educational trip or something over spring break to the Globe Theater in England.”
Chris pointed out an extra bedroom, so Bonnie went in stripped off her clothes crawled into bed and passed out. Waking up at around dinner time, Bonnie and I took a shower together soaping up each other and making out before deciding to go out and party some more. After another night of speed, pot, and booze I decided to mix it up a bit by screwing for the rest of the night. We finally passed out, and it was lunchtime before we next saw daylight and began to prepare ourselves for the drive back to
I cannot believe we have another marching band rehearsal. I have to walk out to the school’s marching band practice field again for the third time this week, just to go over what we already did yesterday. It is hot, humid, and I am tired. We go through all of this work, and we do not get anything from it. Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway?
To arrive at last, and see our beloved mother, the Lady of Guadalupe. My sleep vanished in my excitement, because unlike the others this was my first time on the pilgrimage. I quickly got ready to go, snatched my water bottle and headed outside to brush my teeth, for we had no running water. As soon as we were ready to go we went to buy breakfast from the street vendors.
Having to get up early in the morning to work with the sun beaming down on them with no water or food beside them as they work. The 12 year’s old mother actually said in the video that it is a daily routine that you have to do every day for a year or more. The 14 year old mentioned in the middle of summer I believe it was they have to travel miles and miles to another state for work and she hates doing that and wants to go back to her real home.
and I didn’t know what to say. All through out band it was the only thing I could think about. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents the good news! One of the most scariest moments I had to do was change from going to the elementary school to going to the intermediate school.
It was a pretty nerve racking experience, and the night before I stood up to the crack of dawn, preparing myself for the questions that might be thrown my way. I had already applied for two jobs that week and haven’t heard a thing. However, it didn’t bother me none because I was determined to get this job. I recall walking through the amusement park towards the office. I felt the emptiness of it; and then all at once I imagined the children joyful running from ride to ride and the hearing the soft humming of the circus carousel, even seeing myself as a child begging my mother one more time before it was time to go.
This story starts after having spent 8 hours in a car and having the realization I was getting sick the day before. I woke up at 7 o’clock to get ready and eat before I met my mentor. I was nervous but excited for the day ahead. I finished my oatmeal and began to walk in the snow to where I thought I saw the ranger station the night before, but then again it was dark out. After I got there I had to wait, because in my excitement had arrived ten minutes early.
Day 1 I got lost out in the wilderness. My heart fueled my body with adrenalin, so much that I couldn’t stop shaking. My actions today put everyone in my squad in great danger, and I hate myself for it. We were all so excited for Saturday when we finished up our patrol.
LIFE IN THE ARMY Charley Goddard joined the army at the age of 15 due to the excitement of the war Charlie felt that he had to join and go see places thinking he would never have another chance. When he joined they sent him to a fort as far away from the war as possible. While at his first station, all he did all day was eat disgusting food and perform drills. After several months of drills, bad food and his mother sending him letters telling him to run away before the Army gets him killed, the commanding officer told them to all pack up and that they were heading out.
The first time Kiley realized her father was in the military was when he missed her 6th birthday party. He was on leave in Iraq. Therefore, he couldn’t be there to celebrate with his little girl. To make up for it he sent her a video of himself holding up a cardboard sign he had found lying outside of his tarnished tent that read, “Happy Birthday Kiley Bear!
The great Marcus Garvey once said that “a people without knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture are trees without roots”. This quotation has always stuck with me because it validates that, as humans, we all have a story to share. No matter where I go or who I meet, thanks to my story, I have the confidence to embrace who I am every single day. I am a first generation student. Both my mother and father were born and raised in Nigeria and came to the United States in 1998.
Growing up in America as a Chinese immigrant, I was puzzled about my identity for quite some time. Was I Chinese, Chinese American, or a Chinese in America? Never had I thought the arrangements between two or three words can be so controversial and disconcert. My life was an empty canvas, depressed and uncommitted. It was tough to not have the same type of name as most of my peers, it was tough to learn English, and it was tough to live with an absence of a true identity.