In the chapter “The Night I was Made” (Deep Night) The main character comes home and notices his family gathered around in front of the room. He sees his mother with her mascara running down her face. As he gets closer to her he notices his journal on his lap. The main character is in shock because in the journal the main character constantly write violent pornographic stories about him and other men. He drops to his knees and his vision blurred because he's so shocked that everyone knows about him and his fantasies.
She mentioned that her father was treating them badly, and torturing her mother and her sister. I felt sorry for her because she told me that one day, she had witnessed her father yelling at her mother for some money to buy alcohol. At that time, her mother was screaming and crying, as she couldn’t tolerate being hit by him. Then her mother took her daughters and ran away to her grandmother’s house. Till one day, the father showed up at the grandmother’s house.
The Odyssey and Speak both have many common archetypes. The characters suffer, and they go through rebirth and they also go through a sense of loss. In Speak Melinda was raped by one of her classmates and was keeping it a secret her entire freshman year, in the Odyssey, Odysseus was trapped on Calypso’s island for years and was forced to lay with Calypso. The characters’ rebirth in The Odyssey and Speak are both very similar; Melinda finally realizes it is okay to tell someone if something like that happens to her, and Odysseus finally makes it home and is able to feel clean again, and to be with his love Penelope. In both readings, the main characters go through a sense of loss, Odysseus is physically lost at sea, and is trying to make it back home, and Melinda has lost sense of who she is and doesn’t feel herself anymore.
She wants to form a family and have a successful career that makes herself proud of all that she has struggle and accomplished. We all have a story to tell and dreams we all would like to achieve, Aura’s biography is just another story being told. As the bright girl that she is Aura is capable of anything she sets her mind to. She is happily looking forward to achieving her goals and proving to herself she could have all along. She takes her education serious, yet enjoys being the young lady she is growing up to be and is having fun along the way learning from her mistakes and improving her weaknesses in her
One night, I woke up to my sister screaming; her body was drenched in sweat, and she repeatedly said, “I can’t move my legs”. I was young then and didn’t understand what she meant. I slowly lifted the covers off of her legs. They looked perfectly normal to me, so I asked her to wiggle her toes. Thirty seconds went by, and no movement occurred; she says, “I really can’t move my legs”.
ADHD, also known as “Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder” Children with ADHD may be hyperactive and unable to control their impulse. Last year I got to know one of them, her name was Sunny. We didn’t have a pleasant start to know each other, all I knew was that she is a hard nut to crack. I could only hear an annoying kid bounding, and making sounds of sudden shrieking or sniveling that alerted me anytime. The first time we met was at the elevator, I remembered I was complaining to my mom about how the noisy neighbor was being the bang in my life.
Threw out my high school career, I have been at Camelback High School within the Montessori program that is relatively new to the school. I wake up early (around 5am) and take the bus everyday to school because I choose not to drive. I have thought about quitting more than once, but decided to stay because I strive for completion. I also pride myself on my honesty. The truth is I always do the bare minimum but I also attempt the extra mile whenever
With this in mind, I joined the high school 's track team my freshman year for the indoor track season. Nothing could have prepared me for how rigorous the practices were. I suddenly felt extremely inferior and disappointed that I could not even make it through the warm ups let alone the actual practice. Team overall was very friendly but the upperclassmen
In high school, I was engaged in a variety of elective classes and extracurricular activities. I never considered myself a superb student, but I had a thirst for any information that I could get my eyes on. My plans to become a U.S. Marine were nearly confirmed throughout my Junior and Senior years of high school, but I continued to find myself enrolled in the most challenging courses offered at my small, private school. Apart from classes, I was passionate about percussion and, in particular, our school’s budding drum line program, which had its inaugural session during my eighth grade year.
Has a child around the age of two years old I listened to no one, dressed myself and liked to do everything on my own excluding potty training myself. Somewhere with the transition from middle school to high school I lost myself and some independence along the way. My freshman year had been a bust of getting in trouble and My sophomore year had been all about finding myself. Freshman year I found myself dating a senior boy and ditching out on class. Studies and my future came last in my mind.
Jessica couldn’t believe the past few days and what had happened. As Jessica was about to get in the shower, she could hear her mother in her room across the hall. Jessica was going to show her mom the heels she planned on wearing. As Jessica was walking into her mom’s room, she saw her mom laying on the edge of the bed crying. Jessica didn’t walk in the room immediately, she stood from a distance watching her mom.