Many white collar workers get laid off, and they have everything to offer for a job. People in today society feel as if the blue collar workers had a good education and did everything right bad things would not happen to them. But this is not the case. The last reading is Everything That Rises Must Converge by Flannery O’Connor published in 1965 and was taken from her short story collection. This reading is about a older women and her son riding a bus to go to the Y for classes to get back on the healthy track of life.
At last, we went back on the buses for another dreadful long ride back home, though the drive to dinner was very encouraging. Everybody was so exhausted from the excessive walking and exploration throughout the city, but it was all worth it. The new things we learned, and the actual experience to stand where those historical American events happened was truly awe-inspiring. This trip was definitely more entertaining rather than a regular Social Studies class taught in school. I would immediately agree to travel to Boston again one day and hope to share this amazing adventure with
As we pull up to the familiar steps of the school, the squeal of the brakes pierces my ears, and the bus arrives at 8:05 am. We soon file out of the bus saying our thank yous and goodbyes to our friendly bus driver. My morning journey has ended, and the odyssey called high school is just
We all rushed inside and sat on the table and then mother spoke "I have really good news today we were told that our black kid and friends will be able to go to a white school '. We were so happy and full of joy so we all decide to go to the park and drink some fruit punch, listen to some music, and play a friendly game soccer. That evening we were all tired, so we sat down a listen to some music. As soon as we were going to start our second half the music stops and there was a state alert. We gathered together and listen quietly ' 'Hello state of California it is your
Then we go inside to eat then turnaround and drink all of grandpa's coffee and donuts he sets aside for later , but eventually we the grandchildren find them. After that all of us kids go down stairs and play games till our parents tell us we are leaving , but before we leave grandam gives away really all of the good leftovers to eat the filing day because really she does not want all of that food in her
Finally, after we picked up enough pieces of cardboard to please my mom we went inside to get dressed. Soon it was time for my cousins to go. After they were packed I gave hugs to my aunt,uncle,Hannah, and Jack. As they left I started to remember all the good times we 've had at my house, like the time we had an epic snowball fight or the time we had a picnic. But I know they’re always going to come
“I’m done in the bathroom, you can use it now,” she said as she turned on the lights. The vibrant green of her brother’s wallpaper almost blinded her. Soon, all the lights were on. “Okay, okay, Heather. Just go downstairs and eat breakfast or something,” Gavin mumbled as he pulled his covers over his head.
When I got on the bus with my sister and her friend, I didn 't know what to expect. The kids younger than me laughed and talked, but we just sat there, quietly waiting for the bus to stop so we could get off. When we got off the bus, I saw the gigantic shadow of the Freedom tower. I stared in awe as the rest of my class walked towards the footprints of the building. When I walked around the footprints of the building on that 8th grade field trip, my life changed.
Womanhood is something you don’t consider until it hits you- Laura Marling In the short story Girl; Jamaica Kincaid, paints a vibrant picture, of a young girl, who has just started her journey into an unknown world simply known as womanhood. Kincaid portrays a ‘mother’ character giving her daughter advice, drawing in the reader with “Wash the white clothes on Monday” (Kincaid 97). You get a sense of a mother who feels the need to start training up her daughter to become more of a woman and less of a girl, one that should “wash every day even if it is with your own spit” (Kincaid). The mother wants her daughter learn the ways of man and how to please one, right up to, the final sentence, where the mother and daughter are discussing, “a baker
He walked me down to the office while two of my friends went to my locker to get my homework for me. Luckily my mom was already on her way so I didn’t have to sit in the office awkwardly for long. I went home and layed in bed and watched Netflix for the rest of the day until the football game that night. A lot of my friends sent me sweet texts that day wishing me well which was nice of them. I laugh about it now when I talk about it to the people that were in my study hall that day, but they still get freaked out about it saying how scary it was.