1983 albums

I thought this was quite personal to me and thought I’d share my experience, so I 'm going to dive right in with the story. Hijab. Many people can 't even pronounce it and call it Jihabi, Johab, Hihab and even a turban just because they think it looks like one. I don 't think it’s a hard word to pronounce at all, so when they say it a different way I feel offended as if they 're making fun of it. People ask me why I 'm wearing it, and "What 's that thing you 're wearing on your head?" obviously…

Throughout my educational career, I have overcame many obstacles. Overcoming certain obstacles needed a support system that could put the balance within my life. Relating to other students as well. I have learned that when a support system is failing, it greatly affects my educational career. Where even one of my greatest downfalls was flunking a grade. The biggest supports and obstacles are your family, your social life, and yourself as a person. Everyone does make mistakes, but it 's up to…

During “cocoon therapy,” I was in an isolated state separated from the world. It was at this time when my emotions were poured onto a canvas. Every joy seemed to be taken away from me. Reading, television, football, music, school, everything disappeared in blink of an eye. The pain kept hurting every day. No matter the time, it wasn’t getting any better. I wore sunglasses all the time to prevent headaches but also to shield my emotions from others. Appointment after appointment results weren’t…

Black Smoke My sister and I were sitting on the bench watching the clouds pass by, taking in the new environment. All the hills are yellow, there are no plants, and trees are bare. California is much hotter and drier. I missed the cold, rainy weather in Oregon. The moving truck was pulling into the driveway so we got up from the bench and helped Mom unload all the boxes. “We are finally here.” Mom said with no emotion. “I wish we never came to this stupid place.” my sister said. I know…

I slowly walked away from Mckenzie and mouthed ‘talk to you later’ and she nodded then bounced away. I quietly rounded a corner and hid, trying to listen in on Nathaniel and his friend. Even though he bothered the shit out of me. I still was kinda into him. Ugh! My life. “So has it come off yet?” His friend asked while looking at the back of his neck. Nathaniel was wearing a big hoodie that was covering his neck. They were talking about my sharpie 2.0 tat I gave him. I stifle a laugh. “No. I…

Dear Luke, Calum, Michael, and Ashton (AKA 5 seconds of summer), This letter is something I wish I could say to you. But knowing myself, I know I probably won’t ever get the chance. It 's going to end up being a pretty long letter, so bear with me. Before I found out about you guys, I had never cared that much about music. I understood the effort it took to produce it, but I rarely listened to it. The times I did listen to it was usually when I was in the car, or there was nothing better to do.…

On the north end of the University of West Alabama football field a freshman cheerleader is seen with a tiger paw tattoo on her left cheek, an ear to ear smile on her face and a grip so tight on her pom-poms it looks as if she will never let go. Hannah Grace takes in every face in the stands, the smells from the concession stand, the constant beat from the band, but most of all, finally a team to cheer for. Being a member of an organized squad is an all new experience for her. After being…

Many people presume that courage is simply a person who accomplishes a grand feat rather than having the quality of mind that enables a person to face difficulty or danger without fear. However, true courage depends on the eyes of the beholder. Courage is many things. Slyly embodied in both reticent and vital characters, Harper Lee in To Kill a Mockingbird and Reginald Rose in 12 Angry Men both create a broad representation of courage. In both works of literature, the idea of courage that is…

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…