A long moment elapsed. ‘Juliek! Can you hear me, Juliek?’ ‘Yes…,’he said in a feeble voice. ‘What do you want?’” This shows how the character’s are feeling, tired and worn-out. Eliezer and Juliek have been whipped many times because they haven’t been doing what they’re supposed to be doing, they haven’t been doing their work.
John, Lorraine, and many other teens feel unwanted, lonely, and depressed. This is usually because there is a lack of communication between them and their parents and they believe that they do not get enough attention. This leads to rebellious acts in order to get attention. Like many characters in the novel, and like many teens in general, John feels unwanted, lonely, and depressed. For example, John’s parents do
More importantly, his writings had a disturbing amount of violence in them, throughout middle school. During his high school years, he had poor social skills; he would not talk and was withdrawn. However, there were conflicting reports from students in regards to whether he was bullied or not. Despite other student’s uncertainty, Adams parents were adamant that he was
It went on for months but I never had the courage to speak up about it because, I felt that no one could help me. The bullying was getting worse so I felt it was time to stand up for myself. I stood up to the bully and she felt threaten that 's when trouble came aboard. She wanted to fight me, and at this point I knew I couldn 't fight at school because I would get in trouble. She kept teasing me, pushing me, and I would tell her to stop but it wasn’t helping.
I would talk in class but was not able to allow myself to create new friendships. Eventually I began making friends, but they did not bring me the same feelings of joy the others had, so I never allowed myself to be any closer to anyone. I would often spend the lunch period hiding in a bathroom stall crying, not because people had been mean to me or I had problems at home, I just felt so deeply unhappy with myself that I did not know how to deal with it. The sadness was then accompanied by numbness, and I finally thought of a way to deal with it. I started inflicting physical pain upon myself as a way to distract from the emotional turmoil I had been in for so long-- and it worked.
Growing up as a child, I was always told not to say certain words and or phrases if I did I would often be punished because of it, if even it was after something like stubbing my toe. Thinking about why words like fuck, shit, damn, etcetera were “bad” I could never find a reason. Now being grown and thinking on this topic it was because these words fit the accidental criteria of words, we can’t say such as being profane, said loudly, or with aggression. When someone or a group of people uses profanity or is loud, it is often frowned upon because it is closely associated with negative speech. For public speech to be revoked or punished there is some specific terms that need to be met.
It hurt to be laughed at for something I really wanted to do. That is when I decided I didn’t want to pursue it anymore. I got many jobs that made me absolutely miserable. I worked myself to death and didn’t even remotely enjoy what I was doing. At that moment, I was hopeless, but I knew I needed to figure something out to make myself happy again.
Growing up, I was a very introverted child who secretly wanted to be a singer. This was a definite problem given that my dreams of singing in front of an audience could not be accomplished if I couldn’t even conjure up the courage to talk to my classmates. Throughout middle school, I started to become more comfortable with both socializing and performing. However, this came at the price of sticking out like the
I was in the lowest point of my life, and no one knew. Though my closest friends and some family knew about my struggles they never knew how hard it actually was for me. In my head I had to be strong for everyone in my life because I knew what I was going through was hurting them too. I tried my hardest in school, I would start to catch up and then I would have another surgery or another visit to Houston. It got to a point where I did not really care about my grades or future
I had trouble making friends and I possessed little confidence in myself. I struggled to obtain good grades in order to avoid getting ridiculed by my parents. My father constantly lectured me on what to do to avoid the failure, he, my mom, and my sisters had experienced. Mistakes had already been done for me, therefore; I should not make anymore. In my mind, I understood he only wanted what was best for me, but I was emotionally drained.
believe a possible theme would be to always be prepared. Throughout the book, we can see that Columbine was completely unprepared. They did not have a set plan of what to do so students and teachers were running around panicking. This is one of the reasons that there were so many casualties. The author often says that Columbine was not prepared for this.
This year, my senior year, started rough: our show designer quit, as well as our drill coordinator, forcing us to buy a show from a book. With our spirits already low, it became increasingly difficult to stay motivated. Multiple times this year, we felt as though we had completely failed, put down with negative comments. “You aren’t working hard enough,” or “You sound awful because you aren’t working,” was often yelled at us by peers. While we knew it was only high standards, the constant negative berating began to wear us down.
There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework. my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade.
I was upset with the lack of assist from my counselor at a time of need. Not only that the lack of compassion but giving me bad advice. I know GCU is about ensuring their students are successful with their classes and yesterday didn’t seem like so. I’m very upset but still managing to keep a float in my classes but I can’t get pass that my counselor who