Just like in the first paragraph, humans need at least seven to eight hours of sleep to be able to focus in class. Some people may say, well if kids didn’t have curfews they could stay up late studying and doing work. Well the truth is, how many kids would actually stay up and take the time to study when they could play video games and stay on the phone at night instead? Lack of sleep equals lack of energy in the morning, drowsiness during school, and bad grades. Adults get fired if they come to work dragging around and not doing anything.
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.
Because I was late to the game, I missed the warm ups. My coach did not start me because I had just played in a game at 9:00 am. I sat on the bench watching our team lose so finally my coach put me back in. We started to come back and then we got a big lead. Then my coach sat me back down.
“He gives an example of day-to-day life, including in fine detail of early rising, traffic to work, eight to ten hour work days, stopping for groceries for dinner, bad store lighting, long register lines, a slow drive home, go to bed and do it all over again. Graduates have seen their parents go through this but have never experienced it on their own.” (Hub Pages) That is when Wallace tells them this, to give them a good idea of the real world. He makes a valid point, while explaining to the graduates that he isn’t here to be the wise fish.
Malcolm Gladwell opens up the article by talking about the 1960 sit-in, at the North Carolina Woolworth’s a crucial moment in the 1960s civil right movement. The author discussed that 4 college students decided to sit at the counter in Woolworth’s that was for whites only, despite being pressured by the employees the students did not move. This sit-in caught a lot of attention the next day and more college students decided to join in on the sit in. This protest became a big phenomena and each day more and more students decided to join in on the sit in. Eventually, people from other towns decided to do their own sit-ins.
The world that Paul lives in is one of mundane and simple but with still excitement. This life that Paul lives in is a nightmare to him with a constant suffocation of dullness of his life. The rejection of the middle class is not only to the environment it is also to the people. The disgust that Paul has as he finds his English teacher a seat, “Paul was startled for a moment, and had the feeling of wanting to put her out; what business had she here among all those fine people and gay colors” (173). This annoyance eats at Paul most of the night until he listens to a pianist that he is calm again.
While listening to this every single weekend, there was times where I decide to go out and hangout. Looking back I knew that was probably a bad idea but at the time it seems a way to relax my mind / taking a break from doing homework or
I looked back the other seats not wanting a similar predicament to take be realized. That was when Alvin and the rest of my roommates came in. My roommates saw me and guided me to a semi vacant seating area all except Alvin who sat next to the guy who I deduced forgot to take his anger medication for the last month. “We will be starting our service now” the announcer from before said “Without further adieu welcome the president of the Stanford University, John L. Hennessy,” After the presentation we walked back Cool Cafe (a restaurant on the campus) talking about the orientation.
Also, it allowed me to demonstrate to my residents that I was invested in them by showing them my role on the floor is not a passive one, but an active one. I didn’t just send them out on their scavenger hunt and relaxed for an hour. I went out, biked around looking for each team, saw the silly things they were doing together, and got to know them all better as a result of this bonding
October 14 7:07 am: The raindrops glisten as i walk along the road listening to my walkman. “another day another blunder” i thought to myself. when im a minute away the bus drives right by me. “oh crap” i pull out my phone to call my parents. When I get to my bus stop I like all my parents and they come pick me up but when they before they do that they yell at me like every other day when I get to school I go straight to the band room to drop off my bass clarinet.
Susan Wright Case Susan Lucille Wright born April 24, 1976 is an American woman from Houston, Texas, who made headlines in 2003 for stabbing her husband, Jeff Wright, 193 times and then burying his body in their backyard. on Monday, January 13, 2003, Susan Wright, 26, tied her husband Jeff Wright, 34, to their bed and stabbed him at least 193 times with two different knives. Following the incident, she dragged his body to the backyard of their home and buried him. In an attempt to clean up the crime, she tried painting the walls of the bedroom. She also went to the police station the following day to report a domestic abuse incident and obtained a restraining order against Jeff, in order to explain his disappearance.
Most days going out to haul are pretty predictable but occasionally we find the unexpected. Well it's time for a story. It all started on a beautiful day I was down on the warf that I worked off of this summer. That day we were using six trays of herring and four boxes of red fish four bait. There was a little breeze that was to the south-east and it was nice.
Hundreds of people in the crowd all chanted “Starlites! Starlites!” the music pounded in our ears. What made us the most nervous, however, were the other teams, from all over the country, their eyes burning into us, watching our every move. Many of the teams were composed of girls from different racial ethnic backgrounds.
“THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!” I could hear my heart racing at what felt like 1,000 beats every minute that had passed. My stomach felt like it was tied up in knots as I was dripping with sweat from my head to my toes.