The school board is attempting to handle the situation best at possible, by helping the distressed families of the students involved. The board of education released a statement of the promises they are making to the students and their very worried parents, which says that they plan on increasing security on the campus and donate to help every student involved. Even student Raymond Assaf, who driving behind the cars that day, couldn’t help to think about how he was only two cars away from death, “That could’ve been me. I could’ve been ...ahead, and been collided with.”
Schools recover and go back into session after a shooting, leaving students and activists wondering “What happened? Where are we
I’m a first generation american on my father's side and second generation on my mothers. In large part, who I am today, is a direct reflection of them immigrating to this country. I learned hard work, determination, and commitment through stories they shared with me about the lives they built when they arrived to America. I’m proud of my roots and the legacy that my parents and grandparents have instilled in me and much of who I am today is a reflection of their own hard work.
When I was in my freshmen year of high school I was known as the guy who was too afraid to speak his mind and become more interactive with my years. After over a year of depression and loneliness I was destined to just run away and disappear from the world. That was until my family realize about my problems and decided to put me as part of the youth group known as the Young Peoples Department, where I have desperately tried to avoid, to increase my self-esteem and to motivate me be evolved with my own community. With that booster I was able to explore other groups which includes cooking at my church, ushering, becoming president of my own youth group, and join a group called the Upward Bound. One day I decided to volunteer at an airshow where
I often think back to the night before the battle, feeling again the same emotions running through my body and feel as though I am back there. That night I tried to sleep, but to really no success. I had spent the previous day waiting and making last minute preparations for the massive invasion the Allies had planned. Thoughts of my future in the battle clouded my mind and left me sitting with anxiety. I didn’t know what had gotten into me lately, but I kept thinking of every “what if” possible. What if I die? What if I get injured? How will my family support themselves then? Every time I’d calm myself down by thinking of the beautiful faces of my wife and children, but then I’d remember how much I missed them.
I’m a trampoline made out of bones and nerves. I’M THE KIND WHO WILL HELP YOU TO JUMP TO THEIR GOALS AND DREAMS WITHOUT ANY CHARGE.
As far as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by technology, math, and building things. I always watch a show called, “How It’s Made” on my free time, the show is about how various things are made. Whenever my father has to put something together, like a desk, I appear right next to him ready to help. My father noticed my creativity and downloaded an app where I can build a Treehouse or a playground. I always wanted to be a part of everything, and I loved to try things on my own. “I’ll do it,” I always say when I am having trouble with something. I am a problem solver, I always feel that everything has a solution, you just have to look close enough. I am extremely curious, I always have questions, and I always thirst to find out new
Me and max show up at elicis and we are going on a rollercoaster ride me and max got our Tickets and and we go to fin are ride that we are going on and the line is really long so we decide to have lunch and we go to a hot dog stand and get to hot dogs for Each other to eat before we go on the ride.
Personal narrative The Drive I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.”
In my house, the division of labor is kind of simple just for the fact that it’s just my mom and I. Because my mom has a full time job and helps support me, I’m the one who does most of the household work. When I’m not in class, I’m usually taking care of the house in some way. I clean, cook often and make sure our home is habitable. I take responsibility for most of the house work because I don’t want my mom to have to put it the extra hours of work, known as the second shift, like she did when I was growing up. When I was little and my parents divorced, I lived with my mother. She worked the second shift every single day until I was old enough to help out. I could tell working that second shift was hard for her but every day she came home
“Different, Not Less” “I have to tell Monet about it!” Matt shouted across the parking lot. While twisting his fingers, he memorized the license plate number and model of the PT Cruiser as it drove away. My family and I travel around the country and Matt continues to recognize someone he met in the past: a waitress, a teacher, or a friend.
Rex situated himself in his leather chair, tapping his foot on the ground constantly. I can’t help it, he thought, it’s my first day on the job and I’m about to get my first case. As he was thinking about all the possibilities of what his first case would be, he was quickly disturbed by the chief of his office, John Davidson. “Rex, we got a case to offer you. I know it’s a big one but, would you be willing to act as the attorney for the accused murderer of Ronald Drumpell?” he asked.
Defining an individual notion is denoting its differences form other ideas and situations. When Robert Frost wrote “A Road Not Taken,” he uses a simple metaphor between life and a road in a very relatable manner. In the highway of life, we all venture down the road until a fork appears, and we are left to make a decision. Whether it is a yes or no, left or right, or right and wrong, this process separates us, and does so until only one person remains on a road. Our lives are judged on our position on this road, and my choice of playing golf “has made all the difference.”
Your Perspective Your perspective makes everyone who they are today, so here is some more information about mine. Growing up with two Christian parents usually will affect people in two ways, either you will become a Christian or you will hate it. From the perspective of a boy that grew up with two Christian parents. As a young boy, all the way up to my teens, my life was simple and traditional.
I thought that my life was perfect, I never once thought that things would change. David was wearing a baggy t-shirt, shorts, and some white tennis shoes. While I had my hair curled, and I was wearing my favorite dress with some sandals. David and I started to walk down the path, as we always did. The path has always been so peaceful and beautiful. This path has had so many wonderful memories. It’s always been so brightly lit, with such green trees, and millions of beautiful flowers. We usually walked this path for hours, but today something felt different. We usually loved to hold each other’s hand while we walked along the path. For the most part of today’s journey we did, but he suddenly let go of my hand and I was in complete, utter shock.