My irony story My irony story happened in Hermosillo, Sonora. A friend of mine, named Francisco (I call him Franky) went to my house and stayed to sleep, we bought the energizing drink called monster and some chips to pass the night and not going to sleep but we actually ended sleeping very early, compared to other times, and the next day Franky and I looked for his cell phone because we noticed that it was not where we leave our things in my house and his father called me and said that he was calling Franky and that he did not answer, so we looked for like 2 hours and the next day we had to go to school, so I told the maid that when she could that if she would look the cell phone for me, I forgot to say that in the house were living my father,
“life is unfair “I said. Well we got into the camp and Deans mom had to drag him out. We went to the front t desk and the person there was saying welcome and asking us how long do we want to stay. I said 2 hours but the person in the front desk gave me a face of telling me not to lie. And then asked my mom she told the front desk we would be staying for two months “great
Switching Places One day everything was normal, but when I woke up it was completely different. This is because one night I saw a shooting star and wished what every kid would wish for, being out of school. That same night my dad wished to be back in school. That is why I am writing this story. The next day I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and went to the bathroom, got dressed and it didn’t occur to me that I was someone else.
Haunted Blade I never really believed in things being haunted or anything supernatural at all in my life, at least not until a few nights ago. Right now I’m writing this on a piece of toilet paper with my own blood and a needle I stole from one of the nurses here at the mental ward. They’re going to lock me up forever once they find me.
Losing weight especially for us girls, is something that’s almost constantly in our mind. Almost exactly a year ago losing weight was everything I had in mind. I was about 40 pounds over my ideal weight and completely out of shape. Tired and unhealthy I felt that all my confidence was gone, looking at the mirror was not a fun thing to do. I wouldn’t wear strappy shirts, tight anything and would never even consider a bathing suit.
Control group: I sleep enough time and I don’t go to the gym. The experiment data collected into two groups. First step every time I went to the bed I set my alarm and woke up the next day account how many hours I slept at night. Second step at the gym I write in a small note how many reps I have done each day this how I measured
Today is thursday April 4th 2017, and I am currently sitting at my kitchen table writing this. Today was a pretty normal day for me. I woke up at 7:00 and laid in bed until my phone went off again at 7:15. I grabbed some clothes, my black and grey long sleeve shirt and my blue jean skinny jeans. I then went into my bathroom and showered, I got out at around 7:30 and got dressed.
What I mean by that is some people stay up all night studying and then go to school looking like a zombie because they did not get any sleep, or they get up really early in the morning and try to cram it in before the test. Then also some people do not study at all and they just go to school hoping for the
From that moment i realized there was something wasn 't right That night i didn 't sleep in the room, i had made sure i locked all the doors and windows, i decided to sleep in the living room with jay. To try to drift my attention from earlier i decided to turn on the tv and watch something interesting, i ended up staring blankly for hours until i noticed jay was acting weird, something just didn 't seem right with him, he would stare into the corner of the wall then got scared and moved somewhere else and would do the same thing. I ended up ignoring it i started to drift off into a restless sleep. I had a dream, or so i thought at first, that night it felt real as if i was actually there i awoke thinking that it was like any other day, except everything seemed fake, mannequin like with quirky dim colors, i walked around my house looking for jay, usually he 's up and running around
During those times, especially for the Jews since the Germans wouldn’t help them, there wasn’t medicine that could really cure whatever they had…instead, the elderly in the house would always say that home remedies like herbs for example would help cure most sicknesses. There wasn’t air conditioning either so when you were hot, you had no choice but to stay like that. Plus there wasn’t doctors like here is now so you couldn’t just make an appointment and go the next day… you had to tell your body to fight the germs itself which made things bad for people. This quote comes to show that a lot of people had it rough at that time because it could have been from a mental illness, an injury or something they ate or drank but they would never really know since there wasn’t many things they could do to find out
That had not told me much only where to show up, when, and how to dress. Basic Academy, just by the name I knew it would be a lot of work. One month later after passing more tests, learning the rules, more on dress, and expectations, they said I am ready to work in the largest prison in the state. An overnight move, no time to take in the new town, the new house, just off to bed, my fresh pressed uniform hung alone in the closet, my boots below shined from the full moons light.
Duty log I picked up duty phone at 5pm, began my office hours at 6pm to 8pm. During this time span I received zero calls, nor did I receive any office visits. I began my first round at 8:05 after my office hours to discover housekeeping room 3005 slightly opened. I knocked on the door, received no response.
As I walked down the hall I heard Ethan and Sam, another patient in my ward very old and an lovable being talking in a very low tone, I hid behind a door to hear their conversation. Ethan asks Sam, “I saw you escaping last night and returning with those flowers on your bed.” Sam was denying this while the flowers were on his bed, then turned around and responded to Ethan. “I will help you too but you have to promise to get me a new flower each time.”
Harold never talked to people outside his home and when he did converse it was his mother he spoke to. Since, Harold isolates himself it prevents additional stressful situations but also hurts his transition back to regular life. In contrast, Bob Leckie