I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided
A member in my family has an illness, not like most illnesses that come to mind, such as cancer or other diseases. This illness affects my family 's lives. Most people don´t understand how it can affect others, but it does affect like how most sicknesses do. Many people suffer from this illness. This illness is called alcoholism.
My dad was as sick as a dog and laid on the warm couch on a freezing winter day. I ever so slowly went downstairs to ask my dad if we can go skiing. I thought for sure that my dad would say no. I went to the couch where my dad was covered in layers of blankets. I slowly asked my dad if we could go to Pando to ski. He, in a choppy voice said ‘’Ssssuuuurrreee’’ He said in a very tired voice. First we went to the bunny hill where we got some help on how to ski. When I grabbed on to the rope to take me on to the hill my gloves ripped and there was a big giant hole right in the middle of both gloves. Once we got up there I looked down terrified. I could see the nice glaze of the snow down the hill . I shut my eyes and slowly went down. I felt the
One: I 'm not gay. There hasn 't been a day in my life where I have thought about sucking Cody Manson 's dick, or getting fucked in the ass by Cody Manson, or making out with Cody Manson.
I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.
In the shower, in the lockers, everywhere you could image. Even Coach Rigatoni asked the other team if they knew anything. John retraced his steps five or six times but still no sign of the glasses. Finally the Janitor of the school walked into the locker room with the quarterback from the other team. Everyone on the team was confused until the Janitor said, “You see this here kid. He is the one who has your glasses. I saw them as I was cleaning the away team locker room.” The other team's quarterback was taken to the referees office and he had to confess what he did, and he got suspended for the rest of the season now that John had his glasses he could now play like he used to be able to. After halftime all the cheerleaders left the field and John had to wait his turn to get payback because the defense was on the field. Luckily the defence got an interception, so it was John's time to shine. He drove his team all the way down the field for a touchdown, and they were back in the game. Johns team did that two more times and there defence held the opposing team to only a field goal. John and the team were finally winning, and there was only twelve seconds on the clock. John called for a qb kneel and this time John made sure that he would not drop the
No matter what emotion I might be feeling one day, I can always count on flipping to a chapter in this autobiography to relate to. There is such a wide variety of emotions produced in this book, so it really has something for everyone. Plus, this book doesn’t have to be read in order. You can flip to the table of contents, and start any chapter you’d like without feeling as if you are missing information. This element is what really sets apart Seriously...I’m Kidding apart from any other book I have read. For instance, if I am having a bad day, and I just want something funny to put a smile on my face, I could just turn to page 92, and read about Ellen’s bucket list. Tell me that wouldn’t make you laugh! However, if I’m feeling in more of a
Billy was the only one in the emergency room when Ryan woke up. The first thing that Ryan said was, “lets play football”. Billy was so confused. The doctors said there was nothing wrong with Ryan, he just had a black eye. Ryan just wants acting right, he kept asking if
I could not take it anymore. My choices were to either pick up the phone or do something I could never take back. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of The Trevor Project lifeline, it was time for me to help myself. “Hello, Trevor Lifeline.” “Hi,” I said. “Are you in crisis?” They asked. “Yes,” I thought. Once they calmed me down after about an hour, I hung up and I really did feel better. If I had $10 million to donate to a charity or nonprofit organization, I would give it to The Trevor Project because they aid teenagers through hard times, prevent suicide and help teens accept themselves. The Trevor Project helps aid people in crisis through hard times. For instance, they educated 22K people on lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender
Ryan comes up with a plan to become the starting quarterback. His plan is to import a spread offense where throwing long passes is not needed. He talks to the coach and the coach likes the plan. He keeps the starting quarterback in. During the next practice the hardest hitting player on the team rams into the quarterback and hurts him. Ryan becomes quarterback with the new offense and on the last play of the game he lets the other quarterback come in. Even though they lost Ryan still becomes the Kid
I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’. One of my hopes in attending PBA is to try and find answers and a reason to try and reconnect myself. I believe PBA, from what I’ve read, has a very friendly understanding environment. One where you sit down and go into depths about faith, instead of blindly following it because it was your parent’s
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported."
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.
The next day was the game. Before the team started their warm-ups the coaches gave out positions. Abby would be goalie, Emma would be center field, Jalya ended up as right wing, Philip and Gabe were put as defence, and Natalie was left wing. ¨Ugg!! I
wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's