In scene 3, we can already tell that the mother will always design the car so it would look as if they are in that particular place and one day but the mother does this every time she fetches him. Although her job as a taxi driver can be challenging at times, she always will show up at school to fetch the son in a new kind of setting in the car. In scene 4, we can see that the mother is late and the son is very upset and was waiting for her to come, but the mother never fail to cheer up her son even I her hardest times. In scene 5, after 18 years and we can see that the son I is all grown up and is ready to go somewhere and after that years still the mother watches the French movies and I still is learning it. So the son repays his mother for all those years what she did for the sake of him and by repaying he actually made his mother cry when he showed her the airplane tickets that he has purchased for him and his mother.
I hate summer camp. My names jack and this is how it all began. Mom was saying it is a good way to experience having a time on my own and staying outside by myself because in the future when I go to college I have to do everything on my own so I had to do it I thought it was just going to be as normal as school can be but alas I didn’t know what was going to happen until it hit me there. My friend Dean had a harder time then me he wouldn’t even budge after his mom tried to pull him out of the house it took all three of us to drag him out of the house. He just wanted to stay at home with the air conditioning on and play video games or go travel somewhere for summer break instead of listening to teachers saying about math language science and do pushups and sit-ups till you drop covered in sweat.
Grandpa did not want to go because his legs were hurting from walking the previous days, and he had his heart set on saving all of his energy for the baseball game that we were going to that night, so my uncle, Scott, and my Mom secretly planned on getting a scooter so he would not have to walk and would be able to move at a much faster pace. When we got to the zoo, Mom broke the news to Grandpa about how we were getting a scooter for him and he has no choice but to use it. Scott in the meantime went to sign all the paperwork needed to get the scooter; it is crazy how many forms need to be filled out for
Courtney Hoffhine April 26, 2016 07.08 Revising Arguments Ms. Howard English III Honors Does our state do enough to prevent distracted driving? “In a split second you could ruin your future, injure or kill others, and tear a hole in the heart of everyone who loves you,” said Sharon Heit, mother of texting and driving victim. Being a teenager myself I witness texting while driving every day. In my school’s parking lot, on the highway, and just while being in my friends cars. I am a victim to texting while driving but nothing is being done to prevent it in teenagers and young adults.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me get a motorcycle,” I ferociously said towards my mother after every argument about me purchasing a motorcycle. Every week, at least twice a week, my mother and I would get into heated debates about whether or not I could purchase a motorcycle. Every argument would always began with me trying to convince her that motorcycles are not “death machines” and her concluding that if you are not a forty year old with a beer gut, you are not fit to ride. Her justification for not letting me buy a motorcycle made me so livid! The opinions most people come to believe about motorcyclists are false.
As I arrive home from school, neither of my parents are here besides Maria. My dad is off somewhere smoking, and my mom is looking for a job. My parents argue every single day about the same thing, my dads addiction. I am used to the screaming, but this all has a negative effect on Maria, she is only 12. I rarely have homework since I finish most of it at school.
In the past i had a goal which was to get to drive a car without parental help, when i was about 8 years old. My personal legended was pretty difficult the way the streets were and the time parents had to achive my call to adventure step by step. When i started looking at cars as if they were video games i started playing more and more until i got hang of it by the erros i had in the game. The way i started to achive my call to adventure was when i got to a lonley street and my dad had me in the driverside and wanted me to try it by myself without any help and see what erros can happen before actually getting help. The way my life and experience had increased was the threshold this was my big step into cars when i had already known how to drive in the streets and this was a big opportunity for me by letting faith trust what i can do and nothing bring me down.
My grandparents were going to travel to Laredo Texas to see our family, and I wanted to see my cousins. So I started insisting that my mother let me travel with my grandparents, since my mom could not go for her work, and decided to give me permission. I was very excited because I had a lot time that not go to Laredo, and on the trip everything was fine my grandfather listened to music on the radio, in particular Vicente Fernandez or all the artists of his time. Then I got bored and became eternal the road, so I almost always fell asleep and my grandparents would lift me up when we went to Laredo. thank god we arrived with good and happy to see our family, we were like half a week in Laredo, because we had to return to Monterrey we said goodbye to everyone, then I used to cry when I left and left my mom and I was crying back because I did not want to leave anymore and I was going to miss my uncles and cousins.
Thursday was a particularly special day in our household growing up. My sisters and I couldn’t wait for Thursday all week long because we all liked Thursday night for one specific reason. We’d go to school on Thursday just hoping it will fly by so we could get home quicker. Although it never happened; Thursday’s always felt like the longest day, especially if I had soccer, basketball, or softball practice. Everything always felt like it moved slower as the day went on.
My brother who likes to bullies me a lot, which caused my personality changed to quiet. When I’m being around 15 years old, my brother started to bully me frequently which one of my personality is soft and I couldn’t fight back. As the eldest, my parents would just ask me to endure all of his mischievous attitude that sometimes he treated me badly, mock me, humiliates me in front of his friends and my relatives that satisfying himself, for all his doings which