First, let me say my mother's attorney, Laird Lambert told me in June of 2014 that Mary Ann planned this lawsuit in 2011. For what reason I do not know. I know Mary Ann was angry when I took my mother here. Mary Ann would not let my mother live with her.…
In the discombobulation of day to day life, all types of people are going to try to knock you down. This hardship was experienced personally by Brenda Roza as she realized that “there may not be that person next to you that's going to speak up for you”. There is no reason for strangers being malicious, to try to knock other people down when they’re not even known to you. Regardless, it is imperative that you are able to defend yourself- just as Brenda Roza did. Having been told throughout her entire life that she couldn’t do certain things, Brenda thought that that being a successful person might be beyond reach to her - impossible.…
Many people living in a poor neighborhood wish to not stay there long. Such an idea is understandable because they want to leave behind a life they are ashamed of and live a life they can be proud of and show off. In her novel, Sandra Cisneros shows what a life of poverty and disappointments can be like. Through the work, we watch the main character always wish of a house to have of her own and not to live a life she is ashamed of. Throughout the novella, it is easy to see that a significant theme of the novella is people often dislike where they live when society has judged them .…
The crisp breeze rustled my hair as I walked out of my house on the fall September day with my dad drilling instructions into my head. It was my first Little League baseball game ever, and my dad wanted to make sure it wasn’t my last. Being seven years old and never touching a baseball was something that had scared me; a lot. I had no idea what to think about this foreign, petrifying, game could possibly be about. The car ride from my house was only a few minutes away from the fields where I would begin my baseball career.…
I was 13 years old, just starting off high school, when I realized what this dark cloud that’s been floating over me for the past couple of months really is. It wouldn’t be until more than a year later until I seek out professional help. It started off innocently enough as just a feeling of constant emptiness at the pit of my stomach. It slowly turned into randoms bouts of extreme rage, where I’d take out my anger physically, not just on the walls and mirrors of my childhood home and not just on my family, but on myself. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, why I wasn’t “normal”.…
Throughout my life, I have been the victim of several burglaries. At the age of seven, someone, in broad daylight, broke into our house and shot my dad in the chin. I was displaced to my aunt's house for weeks and missed most of my 1st grade year. When I was seventeen, I walked in on my home being robbed by some local kids. They were upstairs when I came into the house and escaped through a window, but the idea that I could have come home earlier still haunts me.…
After a few long hours, I am awakened by a slight tap on my hand which is hanging over the small bench. I peek my bright green eyes open and squint from the blazing sun in the distance. I look around and don’t see anything that caused the tapping. I sit up, yawn, and scratch at my feline-like ears. I yawn once more and stretch my stiff human bones.…
Her scarred hands twitched imperceptibly as she plucked the glass from his grasp, face as unreadable as the statues in the museum not too far away. It almost felt like a dream -- unreal and untrustworthy, the scene that played out before her. It was not her right, to meet with Roman upon the rooftop, god-like conspirators deciding the fate of the mortals that milled about below them. More and more often she had to remind herself that she had not always been a god, but had once been something unrecognizable and unworthy. Roman had been gifted with his so-called divinity, Rafaella, however, had bled for it.…
Alison was the protagonist of Fun Home, and she gave her experiences through childhood, her teen years, and beyond. I find that Alison’s most interesting aspect is her various relationships with her enigmatic father and how she’s always optimistic about it. As I’m reading the first few descriptions of Alison’s father, such as the event of the fallen Christmas tree, I feel a growing hatred towards the father. It doesn’t make sense that she can put up with the “Half-bull half-man monster” through college. Why is it that Alison compares herself to her dad as “spartan to athenian, modern to victorian, Butch to Nelly and Utilitarian to Aesthete,” but she still manages to give the guy a break when he is a family man once in awhile?…
My mom Afia Elliott is an monumentally part of my life a woman .A beautiful woman with long silky black hair,whom hair dances the through the wind is one of many adjectives to describe my mom. My mom,who rough but smooth at time hands,always holds me in comfort. Her skin color is golden brown is much more lighter than I.Beautiful dimples sit upon her golden cheeks ,and appears at times of laughter,happiness and many more. It feels my my with swirling emotions when I see my mom enjoy everything thing she couldn’t have right away because of taking care of us.…
I interviewed Andrea Marshall for my Leader Interview Project. Andrea Marshall served as the Head Attorney for Monmouth County in New Jersey. She handled all civil and legal work for the county in a professional manner. Marshall was in charge of thirty-five attorneys that helped to represent Monmouth County in different facets of law. A few months ago, she was sworn in to be a Superior Court Judge in Monmouth County.…
Growing up in a hispanic household I was raised around some of the most delicious food you can imagine Enchiladas, Tamales, Tortillas and lots of fried food. Growing up I really never payed much attention to it it was to delicious to resist biting into a warm sweet tamale. As i started to get older I started to notice I had a weight problem i was getting uncomfortable with myself on how i look. one time when i went to go visit my family members in colima mexico we all as a family decided to go to the river having some family time enjoying the natural fresh water of the river. As we arrived all my cousins ran towards the river taking off their shirt without any hesitation.…
The catch of her life There are many childhood memories that I cherish, but one that stands out most is going on fishing trips with my family. I’ll never forget the first time my dad and grandpa taught me , and the enthusiastic look on their face when I caught my first trout. Since then, I’ve longed for the day I could teach my own child, the way they taught me. It was two months shy of my daughters fifth birthday, and the weather was starting to warm up. Our local fishing lake had their “Trout season” sign up, and I couldn't have been more excited to finally teach my daughter how to fish.…
Greatness should never be materialized in our achievements, but in the beliefs and notions we adopt. Everyday our feelings develop and our ideas change opening up new horizons that we could never dream of. As fire purifies gold, hardships beautifully craft our purposes. Thus, I will take you on a short journey to my life that might reveal a glance of how I have achieved my current goals and why I wish to pursue my LL.M degree at Duke. While most grandparents begin to retire raising children when their children leave for life, my grandparents had a challenge dropped into their laps.…
My years when I was just a little girl were one of the best. Whenever I would go to my grandma’s house we would always play games such as dominos, scrabble, or card games. Card games and board games were always my favorite and I would love to beat anyone who thought they were better. One of my favorite games to play was baseball, we would go into my grandma’s living room and a take a deflated ball (representing the baseball) and hit it with our hands to create the bat. Then someone would pitch and we would create bases made out of chairs couches, pillows, or the wall.…