I did not know how to react, a mini panic attack was occurring inside my head. Since I was thirteen, I did not know much about cancer. All I knew was that people could die from it. My dad, my hero, was now fighting for his life. I wondered how long my parents had hid this from me. Even though I had many questions, I only asked, "What did the doctors say and when will he come home?" My mom replied, "It will take him some time to recover." I could not feel my body, though I started to shiver. I started to cry while my mom held me tight.
The campsite overlooks the beautiful Missouri River. The weather has not been quite as beautiful as the river. Last night, the rainy weather damaged the roof of my sod house. I hired a man to fix the roof for me early this morning and I paid him in return. My sod house requires regular maintenance, and has taken a lot of damage during the rainy weather this season.
In A Separate Peace by John Knowles, the two main characters, Phineas and Gene, have many qualities that compliment each other, but both individuals also exhibit some large contrasts which become clear throughout the novel.
I arrived at Los Angeles Police 77th station at 1300 hundred hours on October 21, 2015. There I experienced several things. I was able to see that the officers in the front desk spend their time answering phone calls and addressing people who walk in. I was getting ready to take notes when a lady walked in trying to make a police report regarding a car accident that had happen earlier that day, one of the officers in the front desk told her that in the state of California all you need to do in case of a car crash is exchange insurance information, and that there was no need to file a police report. Minutes later another lady walked in demanding for the guy she was with to be arrested immediately for verbally treating her children before, she
In Ernest Hemingway’s short story, “Soldier’s Home” Krebs is portrayed as a character that is terribly afraid of making a mistake. Throughout the story the narrator talks about Krebs not wanting to mess up and deal with the consequences. Hemingway wrote the story to display that people come back from war different people, but they can not be afraid of change or life will pass them by.
A thirteen-year-old girl’s worries typically consist of having to decide on what movie to see or keeping up with the latest trend, certainly not worrying about the health of her little brother. I had never imagined that my life could change while watching a simple game of youth football.
Surfwise is a documentary about the Paskowitz family, a family that lives a qypsy life style. The head of this family is Dorian Paskowitz, a doctor who traded everything in for a life on the road. The Paskowitz family had eight boys and one girl, and lived on a twenty five foot RV. The majority of their time was spent surfing, or finding new places to surf. Family meant everything to Dorian, and he wanted what was best for his family. To Dorian, a life of surfing and living on the road with no schooling was what was best for them in his opinion. The family could not be held together had it not have been for the mother, Juliette Paskowitz. She loved Dorian not matter what he believed and would do anything for him. She also was submissive to him, and did what he said. Juliet in bodies the meaning of family and caring for them no matter what.
Hector Berlioz was a composer and music critic born and died in France. As a boy, his father sent him to Paris to attend medical school, to become a doctor and eventually carry on the family business. Unfortunately, Berlioz did not enjoy it, so he dropped out and entered music school against his family’s wishes. While in Paris and attending school, he saw Hamlet, a play written by Shakespeare, and immediately fell in love with Shakespeare (although he spoke virtually no English) and the actress who played Ophelia, Harriet Smithson. He said in regards to Shakespeare and Smithson, that “‘the impression made on my heart and mind by her extraordinary talent, nay her dramatic genius, was equalled only by the havoc wrought in me by the poet she
It was an early Saturday morning, when just Dad, Grandma, and I were awake. Dad and I were trying to figure out where to go on the four wheeler. There was little puddles everywhere. The yard still had really cold, wet, dew on the ground. The sun was coming up so bright we didn’t need any lights. Somewhere in the front yard a snorting deer came from nowhere. I could see it through the big front window. A big squirrel responded to the deer, and then a second squirrel joined. They sang out deer and squirrel for a short time. And when their voices faded away, it was as quiet as the woods.
"Click, Click", said the door knob as my mom locked the door on our way out. My mom was so close to having our little brother, and we were all so excited. Me, my mom, papi, aunt, and uncle packed into my family 's maroon ford explorer, and we headed out to eat. If only we would have stayed off the road that day.
I wake up every morning only to see burn holes in my bed. As I slide out of bed, I wobble towards the staircase to make some breakfast. I’ll admit it, I am a waste of my freedom. I have no job, no fun memories, no family, no purpose, and most of all, no friends. Someone needs to come into my life to lift me up from my nicotine-ridden lifestyle.
In “Of Mice and Men”, several characters suffer from loneliness because of their backgrounds, race, sex, or just the bias other have towards them. A character who suffers discrimination of her sex and bias from the other men is Curley’s wife.
He stood out among the forlorn pit bulls and abandoned mutts stuck in cages at the animal shelter in Upper Manhattan: an underfed, 50-pound mix of Labrador and Great Dane with a messy, jet-black coat.
“Lighten up, Mattie. I know that we both don’t want to go to Doge but, for our safety we have to do this,” Grandfather said concerned.
When I was reaching inside the paper bag to find the unknown kitchen object brought by one of my classmates, my curiosity was building up. The moment I took a good grip of the object, I knew what it was. It was a simple bag clip. At first, I was slightly disappointed since I have expected to find something unusual and exciting. However, as I was examining the object, I realized that the complexity of the object did not truly matter. What really mattered were my observation skills and ability to find something interesting even in a seemingly dull object.