1969 albums

returned from collecting a few photo albums from my house in Manhattan. “Good morning,” Amelia said cheerily carrying three enormous photo albums, “I can’t believe you have so many pictures of you and Dad. There must be so many memories you two shared.” “Oh, thank you dear,” I said smiling. “Would you like to go through them with me?” I asked. Amelia eagerly agreed, and she sat at the foot of my bed flipping through the frail pages of the oldest photo album from around the late 1940s early…

Hello Dad, I have been contemplating writing this letter for sometime now, but I haven’t been able to decided when the best time to write it would be, and now seemed like the best time considering the events that have occurred this morning. First, let me share with you that in no way shape or form did I ever intended on hurting your feelings with my comment about “giving my childhood back.” It was simply intended as a joke. I also clearly had no intentions of touching on a sensitive subject…

I 've even seen with the staff and teachers, they want to be, staff up here and kids down here and that doesn’t work with these kids. They are already fighting against hierarchy anyway and authority. That is probably why they went to jail or whatever their situation is. Whenever you act like their friend and I genuinely care about them, I think that is a huge thing and to work with these populations. It 's not just the curriculum, you have to form that relationship or they are not going to…

I was so excited I could hardly breathe right, so nervous that I was shaking like a leaf. This is the moment that I have been waiting for from I was at the age 10. This was really happening; I pinched myself numerous times to make sure I was not dreaming. Finally, I was going to see this man that I have not seen over some 10 to 15 years now and I was both nervous and anxious. I barely slept that night; as soon as the sun came out I was already preparing myself to head out. It was not an early…

Long ago, there was a man by the name of Ahkmenrah. All my life me and my family have been poor farmers that can barely produce enough food for ourselves. Ever since I was a small boy father and me have worked in the field tending to the crops, Mother is in charge of staying home and working in the house. Once me and father came home, she would tend to us and make dinner. When I was a young boy we moved into the city of Babylon to become more successful and to have a better life. Father says…

The summer of 2013 was the year I graduated. We have all been there: 18 years old , in a comfortable environment where our problems are small and plenty of opportunities. Some people have everything planned and sorted out, but most off them have no clue what to do with their life after high school. To be able to make a better decision people should therefore think twice before continuing their education without taking a break. People in Sweden usually take one or a few years off after…

At one point in our lives we have all been a student. As young kids we probably all enjoyed it, never really have any homework to turn in. After, middle school where teachers started asking about what you want to be and where we were going to go to college. High School is where you are able to see your future; how all your hard work is going to pay off With all of the work, time and effort we have gone through should we not get something in return? It is okay to be rewarded for your good work,…

I received an email on my phone notifying me stating that I owe Shippensburg University an amount of four hundred dollars for tuition. Furthermore, I need another three hundred for books, plus another two hundred to place a deposit for a dorm next semester. As I was telling her this expensive statement, she turns around and says, “I’ll take care of it.” This was the one of the few experiences that I went through with my mother during this previous winter break. In summary, I experienced her…

A question I have really been asking myself recently, is why? Why is this all happening, why is nothing I say getting through to you, why won 't you talk to me, why will you not try to communicate, why, why, why... And it really frustrates me when the "why 's" of life cannot be answered for me. The past few months I have really been working on my communication skills. A lot of things have gone terribly wrong in my life due to lack of communication. So when I find myself pouring my heart and…

Transitions are changes which may by intentional or inevitable and they create and disconnect relationships, due to new perspectives. Transitions are explored within the drama Educating Rita by Willy Russell and the collage picture book “Windows” by Jennie Baker. The drama explores transitions through the relationship between Rita, a working class women and Frank a university professor, as Rita strives to break free of the class boundaries that restrict her and become educated, allowing her to…