My life in Jefferson, Mississippi, was a bit tragic, dramatic, and painful. It changed all my world after my father’s death. My life was not easy. I did what it took for me to be a happy woman. I had a good house, but who would think my life was a disaster? Everything deteriorated quickly when my father died. With a huge emptiness in my heart and soul, my life ended as it began in little town of Jefferson.
My father’s death changed all my world. My father just abandoned me when I needed him the most. I could not believe my father had passed away. I kept him with me for three consecutive days because I thought he would come back sooner or later. I could not let go of the only person who took care of me, but finally I had to let him rest in peace.
Alabama Trip My mom and and dad told me in December that we were going to Gulf Shores, Alabama to visit my grandparents. Gulf Shores is the southernmost town in Alabama, located on the north coast of the Gulf of Mexico. I have been there twice when I was little. I remember that I collected seashells and went swimming with Boppa in the pool.
It was an eerie and foggy time of morning when Mr. Foster began to wake up. He looked over at his TV and saw that there was a flash flood last night. The flood devastated most of Kanawha County and the Metro Valley. Because the flood was so sudden, people on the scene knew there would be casualties. Edward knew this would be mighty well for his business which just happens to be one of the only funeral homes in that area of Kanawha County.
In summary, on 09/21/15 at 0418 hours I was patrolling the area of 1600 S. Laramie Ave., at which time I observed a male subject with a youthful appearance walking northbound 16th Street. I made contact with the subject, at which time he identified himself as (Rosas, Alexis DOB 04/21/97). While speaking with Rosas, I detected a strong odor of fresh cannabis emanating from his person. Rosas related he had some cannabis in his sweater pocket. I recovered a silver box containing a green leafy substance from Rosas ' right sweater pocket.
What’s the purpose of friendship? Unfortunately, I was forced to learn this the hard way when I attended the ‘Virginia Aerospace Science and Technology Scholars’ Summer Academy over the summer of my junior year. The experience at the academy was unlike any other, but the challenge to make new friends was the most intimidating there than anywhere else that I’ve visited, especially at my own school. Yet, my school holds many of the common and well known people, such as teachers, that I could lean on for mental support, while at the academy had everything but Franklin County. What I meant by ‘but Franklin County’, I am actually referring to the wide varieties of different ethnicities and educational backgrounds that imploded into one single summer
Being from Louisiana, I was raised to always have my own back. My family is very big, I have 3 sisters, 2 brothers. I live with my mom and step-dad and occasionally visit my biological dad and step- mom. My family are encouraging and sometimes can be helpful. They expect the best from me being that I am the oldest child.
Paragraph III: Upon Frederick’s escape to the north, he was able to find help and make it to New Bedford to settle with his wife. He was able to find employment on “the third day after my arrival, in stowing a sloop with a load of oil. It was new, dirty, and hard work for me; but I went at it with a glad heart and a willing hand. I was now my own master. It was a happy moment, the rapture of which can be understood only by those who have been slaves.
The city is known for its culture, creativity, great food, and our different music. New Orleans has always been home for me until, the unthinkable happened. No, our city isn’t always filled with tons of fun. We have suffered a dramatic change over a decade ago. Although it was so long ago, our city still isn’t the same as it was before.
Abraham Lincoln (During BANG! have it make a shooting sound) BANG! (have 3 seconds of me falling(in slow mo)) My heart was pounding as I was falling to the ground. (wait a second then talk)
A little town in the middle of nowhere is often seen as just a small backward little place. It does depend, however, on what such a place offers to those living there. For those who grow up in such a small place the treasures are endless. This is the place where you learn most of life’s lessons, if not all of them. Having grown up in a town that was really a compact city, made the greatest impression on my life.
The supply, a middle-aged male whom of which stood about six foot tall- who I vaguely recognised by sight but not by name; rambled on continuously about the Civil War that left our once great country teetering on the edge of complete obliteration. I had zoned out- like I usually did whenever classes took a swift boring turn, and my perfectly located desk- directly placed next to an arched glass window; allowed me the perfect opportunity for a brief escape from reality.
Me and dad were driving home, dad sobbing into the steering wheel, struggling to get the words out, and me not having any words to say. I felt broken inside. The words we both wanted to say we 're never going to come out. She’s gone. I knew we both wanted to say it, but deep down we didn’t want to believe it.
The room was silent with all eyes on me. My warm tears streamed down my face like an endless river. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest as I said my last goodbyes. I will always remember this day, for it was the funeral for my step father. While his death is the reason I am who I am today, and I couldn’t be more thankful to have had him in my life.
Like the classic saying has it “You can take the kid out of Brooklyn but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the kid.” Same goes for Chicago this is my story. I was born in the windy city, on the south side. I wasn’t there for that long I was there till my fifth birthday, and then I moved to Boston, Ma with my mother, sister and I. However, I believe that south side raised me because every winter and summer vacation I would visit my grandmother or as she liked to be called “Mo-Mo” While visiting her I’ve seen some pretty harsh situations.
For example, my dad loved school he loved learning, but he only graduated from middle school, then went to work because when his dad had passed away. When my mom told me this story I felt sad for my
y Culture My culture is very average like a lot of other people who live in Louisiana. Food is a part of my culture because, in Louisiana is some of the best food in the world. My age has a lot to do with my culture too because my generation uses a lot of technology. Music has impacted my life because I am in band.