For most of my life, I’ve always had three younger siblings. I say most because I was here first and over time my parents added to our crazy family. My sisters and I are something called Irish triplets. We are not actually triplets, born at the same time, but instead born at the same increment. All eighteen months apart, we were never emotionally close just physically close. Grouped together in the same activities often on the same team, it seemed anywhere I turned they were next to me. Spending…
It was a cold wintery day in the midst of November in 1997. The excitement, the chaos, and the nervousness all because of me happened about eighteen years ago when my parents, Katie and Karl Margarida, brought me home to welcome me to a new household and new environment in a small town called Jasper, Indiana. Many things happened on November 17, 1997, including my birthday, 70 people died in an attack at the Egyptian Temple, and women and African Americans were freed in Iran. My parent’s names…
Though there may be a birthplace, there are a countless amount of places that you could come from. I most literally come from the NYU hospital up in the big apple most likely given birth to without painkillers as my mother obsesses with everything being done naturally, as she won’t even say the word perm pertaining to hair. Furthermore, I believe that my most literal origin being my birthplace is the most boring simplistic ordinary place I originate from. The better places of my origin would have to…
It was a cold winter day, my grandmother and I were going grocery shopping at Walmart. Everytime we went she would remind me, “watch out for the cameras, the can see you.” I always thought that she was crazy because I never saw any cameras, I had no clue what she was talking about, At the age of seven, I was not aware of the now known “black orbs” on the ceiling. So therefore I never paid any attention. We got to Walmart, one of the larger supermarket ones. As soon as we walked in I bolted to…
It was a cold winter day. We were running out of wood in the basement and I was always the one who helped my dad put more into the basement. I was in the third grade and loved helping my dad outside with his chores that he had to do. My dad told me that he was going out to put some wood in the basement and I began bundling up in my warm winter clothes. I put on my snow pants, coat, boots, hat, and work gloves before heading outside to help. My dad was pulling out of the garage on the four wheeler…
It was a cold day with light flurries, but my pipe and the weather seemed to have a calming effect on me. I couldn’t help thinking about the Roman soldiers. Being a soldier in a foreign land prompted evil behavior, but that was war. I was glad to be away from Nam and all the trapping of war: the killing, the bullying of women and children. I was thinking about my mistreatment of the Vietnamese women when I realized that I had reached the sidewalk in front of our house. My aunt and uncle were pulling…
boring, scorching summer day at my house. My parents are the complete definition of what it means to be dysfunctional because of all their differences. Although both may be different in their parenting style and problem solving, they both have a similar background and personality that is the foundation to our family’s unconditional love. It all happened about two hundred and seventy-nine days ago. My parents had just come back from the mall and I had been sitting on my couch for five hours with…
(In walk a couple, Riley and Angeline, on a cold autumn day. Riley is a handsome twenty two year old, dressed in a hoodie. Angeline is a couple years younger, wearing fall clothes, her curly hair draped over her shoulder. The scene is set at a park in Queens, a wooden bench just off the sidewalk with a tree to the side. They both take a seat on the wooden park bench.) RILEY It’s a really nice day to be at the park, isn 't it? (He nervously fidgets with his sweatshirt) ANGELINE Yeah, it’s perfect…
On a cold and windy day Robert James an Oysterman and resident of lower Terrebonne Parish, was devastated when he arrived at his workplace. He went to dredge the oyster beds to make some money for upcoming bills and came to a conclusion that someone had illegally fished his beds. Many people in lower Terrebonne Parish depend on commercial fishing to make a living. Robert paid for his lease to fish the oyster beds and someone else basically took his paycheck from him. When people commit illegal activity…
Long cold days slowly fade into short hot summer days. We pass the time enjoying the last few months of the school year. Before we know it time flies by quick and school is out for the summer. Summertime is always full of memories, some good and some bad. Last summer memories consist of heartbreak, laughs, work, friends, and love. I went threw it all, the begging of summer i was already over it and ready to graduate and be out of pawnee. As the days past on i found myself wishing time would stop…