I can not imagine how you must feel right now. I am sincerely sorry for my actions Friday December 11 .That later on ended up injuring Taylor. I wish there was more I could at this point. Even tho I did not throw the rock at her I feel fully responsible for the whole thing.…
It is the morning of July 4th, 2008: I groan as my mother gently whispers, “teneshi yene mar (Get up honey)”. Struggling I open my eyes and notice the trembling cabin, I turn to my mother with a look of concern and she reaches out her hand and squeezes my own looking up at me, “we are going to be okay Mar”. A couple of moments later our plane has landed, we gather up our belongings and make our way towards the exit filled with people attached to their screens and MP3 players. The airport is filled with an undercurrent of anticipation, impatience, and boredom; bodies scramble back and forth from one gate to another. My mother, attempting to balance three children, clasps my hand, holds my little brother to her waist and calls back to my older…
My first position is my house because you are relaxed and focus and my house is quiet and peacful so there's no noise and im not distracted like if i was somewhere where there is alot of noise and stuff to get me distracted like games and stuff like that thats just me personally i get distracted alot i need to be some where that's quiet to help me be on task. My second position is the library becaeuse first and foremost there is not talking in the library so it's originally quiet and that's what i like because alot of people function more when there's peace and quiet and some don't they just like the noise to do there work but i personally think there should be quiet while doing work.…
I’m expected to roll my neck and receive no respect because I’m expected to have tons of sass but hardly any class and my naturally curly kinky hair is something that I shouldn’t share with the world. Also, just because I’m black doesn’t mean I’m ignorant and unwilling to unpack controversial issues that affect everyone and not only my fellow blacks. So don’t think this is an “angry black girl” rant, but instead recognize that I just want a chance to make people aware that the things they see in the media aren’t always true because not all black women name their daughters after colors like—Blue. So while I might not be saying, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” I am definitely not going to lie around like a muddied doormat continuously getting…
I write from the heart and I don't make use of flowery words or phrases to fill up space. My stories are rounded, cohesive, and targeted at my client’s specific audience. As I detest the use of spinning software, each article is researched and written by me, according to my client’s specifications. As for keywords, I'm more than proficient in their use, while I am also able to add links where the client thinks it necessary.…
Faith is the belief in something greater than us one can put full trust, confidence, and reliance on when difficult times arise. I was raised to be involved with church activities to maintain my spiritual life; additionally my faith grew dramatically when my cousin deceased and gave me an overview of what I wanted to pursue my career as. When I was a child, my parents encouraged me to always be as loving and caring as I could be, not for personal gain, but to be benevolent to the people around me. I was raised with two loving parents, Mario and Rebeca, along with a younger brother, Mario and older sister, Ana.…
At a younger age, I would say I believed that I can only trust myself and my mother, this is because as a little kid my mom would always tell me that there are bad people in the world and that giving them any information about anything can be very harmful. But as I grew up and realized what was actually happening in my country I knew there were millions of others that were suffering against the “bad people” and we could only do something about it if the whole community came together to help. It was at that time when I was about 25, when I started to put some effort into trying to establish more just conditions within my country especially after the implication of extremely high food prices. This is when I started my first strike involving my…
I work for my dad on our family ranch in Jones Creek, Texas. The work is hard, backbreaking, and tiring. Everyday when I get home I eat the meal that my momma makes for us: there is no arguing whether or not that is what you are having for supper. Every night I get in bed completely wore out from a hard days work, then I wake up to do it all again in the morning. This job is not for everyone, however it is for me.…
Why Blame is Your Fault When I was in tenth grade, I was cut from my school’s soccer team. It shocked and upset me. The coach spoke to each of us individually so that those who did not make it would not feel embarrassed. The trek to the car was one of the longest 50 meters I have ever walked.…
It was Friday in fall of 2017. I was with my friends and classmates in school. The friends that were in a group were, Lucas, Max, me (Gurkrish), and Joshua. I was playing on my phone at the end of the day before lunch. I went to go put my phone away, and I did.…
I have worked all my life. After my parents split my mother depended heavily on her work as a seamstress to pay the bills. I remember being seven years old staying up until 12am on a school night to help my mother trim threads off clothing. Fast forward to my pre-teen years, my mother, my two younger siblings, and I would cram into a Toyota minivan headed towards the city of Fontana to sell clothing on the weekends. A summer break was unheard of to me.…
When people are just in your ear constantly nitpicking about things you don't want to hear it gets under my skin. I truly hate criticism to a passion and I really can but can't explain why. I don't like when your parents are constantly telling you how to do better or change but telling you their way. I feel like they just don't believe in me enough to stop. They nitpick about my life and school to the way I act and who I associate myself with.…
Growing up, I noticed, when approached with conflict, my sisters and my mother would often state that they did not want to talk about it or would simply leave the room. I now have a phrase for this: the exit response. For us, the exit response was always temporary. If the problem was serious, it would eventually be brought back up; if it wasn’t, then things usually got better on its own. While my dad is often the first to use the voice response, I have noticed that my dad often chooses the loyalty response, too.…
Communications Frustration Over the course of four hours I was able to experience some of the hard times deaf and hard of hearing people go through. I chose my four hours strategically, I wanted to experience particularly important things I do in my life. In some cases, I felt as though it went really well.…
Life is repetitive and dull with the indication that nothing is moving forward. There was no mettle left to defeat life's difficulties; however, I saw the light. I know I have what it takes to be successful and solid. Having perseverance can help you achieve your goals. It's not a want, but rather a need to experience future moments.…