My mother looked horrified and the looked at me. “How demanded,” mother looked horrified and the looked at me. “How many,” she demanded her nails digging into my arms a panicked look in her eyes. “I don’t know. Why does this matter,” I asked fear creeping in.
He asks Professor Utonium what the girls are made of, to which he replies "8 cups of sugar, a pinch of spice, one tablespoon of everything nice." After Mojo Jojo hangs up, he says to himself, "Sugar and spice and everything nice? That 's too girlish. I need something tougher, harder, more manly. What are little boys made of?
A Bad Case of Stripes, by David Shannon, is a story about a young girl named Camilla Cream, who loves lima beans. She keeps this hidden from her classmates out of fear of what others might think of her. On the first day of school, Camilla wakes up and discovers she is completely covered in rainbow stripes. Throughout the story, Camilla’s skin begins to take on the appearance of everything people says she has. For example, someone says “checkerboards” and her skin develops a checkerboard patten.
This made her on edge until we arrived home, and she had a cup of Irish coffee as she smoked a cigarette. Once she drank, she relaxed enough to make breakfast. As she cooked, I kept thinking about my dreams. I went to war thinking when one platoon relieved another platoon; the soldiers gave each other grief.
Ms. Classy Toe announces that Monday is our test which everyone groans. While my friends and I are deciding which rides to go on, I’m thinking about how my heart is going to pop out of my chest from all the thrill rides. Ms. Halloween stands up and interrupts all conversations. Ms. Halloween: “As you all know, we are going to Coney Island this morning. [Class still blathering] Slam!
It’s interesting how the people change, but the places don’t. I peered at my phone and noticed a missed call from Anita. I presumed that she called for directions, but the voicemail she left informed me that the potential buyers rescheduled for tomorrow. I couldn’t leave tonight and then come back in the morning for two reasons. The first being that I did not trust this mystery woman
In The Crucible, by Arthur Miller the author emphasizes the theme of how ones actions can be motivated by fear, but also by underlying worries about the loss of their good reputation effecting their lives negatively. One way Arthur Miller portrays the theme of respecting ones reputation is through the character Reverend Parris. Parris is the minister of Salem Massachusetts; therefore, his reputation is very important amongst the people. One night Parris sees the teenage girls of Salem dancing in the woods or "the devils playground" preforming what he believes to be witchcraft, led by a slave from Barbados Tituba. His daughter Betty and niece Abigail are there and he is frightened that what they have done will tarnish his reputation.
She wanted Lillian Jean to know that she was a human just like her, and so she did, or… Was she really just daydreaming about what she was gonna do? In one of the chapters of Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry, Cassie, Stacey and T.J go to Strawberry to shop, but little did Cassie know, she was going to grow a lot that day. The challenge that Cassie faced was when Big Ma made Cassie apologise to Lillian Jean. Cassie and Stacey were going to get the groceries, and gave their list to Mr. Barnett. He was just about to get the order filled, when a white woman walked in and gave him her slip.
My mama had finished her story by telling me she’d been mortified and didn’t know what to do. So, she did what I guess anyone in her situation would have done. She left. The funny thing is though. At the time of all this happening, she’d been standing in line behind Kolinski at the checkout holding a package of aspirin and some salve ointments for me that were supposedly good for curing poison ivy.
In diversity class this semester we got the chance to immerse ourselves into a culture of our choice. I decided to immerse myself into the Native American culture, specifically the Choctaw Indians. We learned a little about each culture in class, but this is the culture that interested me the most. I immersed myself into the culture by attending a Native American girls sweet sixteen birthday party. I truly enjoyed myself, the way that they celebrate is unlike any culture that I have experienced.
Several years ago, I found myself riding in the passenger seat of my family’s car, riding west towards Canton, Mississippi. At around four o-clock that morning, my mom had received a phone call from the hospital regarding her father, who had been admitted that morning after accidentally overdosing on his numerous medications. A few minutes later, we were on the road to Mississippi. When we finally arrived in Mississippi, there were several cars in my grandad’s parking lot. My mom got out, and told me to stay in the car.
When I was younger I always wanted to play basektball, but my mother thought other wise, she wanted me to play soccer. " Dawit come on you're gonna be late to you soccer game" she yells. My mother always knew I hated playing soccer, but because my father played it she forced it on to me. My defintion of soccer is run around for 30 minutes straight, take a break, run around again, and after 1 hour someone makes a goal. "DAWIT!"