2007

The life we live is like an open sea. At times, it hurls violent waves on us, completely throwing us off our tracks. Usually, the only way to recover from the blows that constantly blind us as we journey along is to fight with our strongest will possible. I have lived the kind of life I consider extraordinary. My father use to assault my mother and when I was a young girl. On almost a daily basis, he would send me to my room, lock me in there and abuse my mother. She was never the type to fight…

I have always considered myself a leader especially because of the environment I grew up in. The ability to become a leader amongst my friends, family, and my organization are all attributed to the choices and effects on other people that I had growing up. When it comes to my organization I have no choice but to be a leader, you can’t just settle for being a manager because people may not truly respect you. As a leader in my organization, I am able to influence not only my supervisors, athletes,…

I can’t stand the taste of this nicotine on my tongue, it’s bitter and degrading. But it’s the only hint of heat on this raw and bleak night. It’s cold as hell, which doesn’t make sense because hell could never be cold. It’s always cold here. Fucking Michigan. God’s snow globe. We are all fucking snowmen in this winter-wonderland. Well, most of us, not me though. No, I refuse to follow the ways of these morons around me, who just go on with life as if nothing were wrong. Not giving a shit about…

My Dad My Dad has always been my inspiration ever since I was little. Some people can say the same thing, but some can say their father wasn’t like my dad. Even my dad couldn’t say that his father was his inspiration. His dad left him just when he was an eight year old boy, and would come back when he turned sixteen. Only to leave yet again and not speak to my dad until he was forty. Sitting outside on the steps as my dad and I watch our dogs run around after each other. The glow from the sun…

On the last second to last Sunday of August, I packed away the last box of my possessions. Everything I held dear to in the world was packed into the trunk of my mom’s car in cigarette boxes from my sister’s work. It somehow felt wrong that 18 years’ worth of memories and collections and life were so easy to gather up and ship off. Yet this transition somehow felt oddly fitting. It’s comforting to know that picking up and starting over can be so easy. A new life, a new chance at becoming exactly…

“I will not love it! And isn’t it better to look like a fool with me than with Perceval? I mean, whoever your future husband may be.” Carina gave a wry grin and held out the other cucumber. “Just go ahead and grasp it and move your hand up and down with a firm grip.” Summoning her courage, Joan reached out and wrapped her hand around the cucumber, doing her best to imitate the actions Carina had demonstrated earlier. “You are a natural!” praised Carina, and Joan groaned at the statement. “Now…

For instance, in the poem “The Gypsy”, based on my interpretation after an amount of acceptable readings through the writing, Harrison, (author and narrator), talks about someone else’s daughter. The narrator is communicating the readers how “she arrives in a magic moment” to the unknown person’s life. This individual without identity that Harrison is referring to in the poem, was not expecting a daughter for sure, so he “turns away”. I guess either he did not care, or was not prepared for such…

Do You Think You Have Character? When faced with a conflict do you think you have the character to overcome it, and deal with it? When society around you has a direct set of rules that everyone follows, do you think you would also be able to follow those rules? Character can be defined in two ways, the mental and moral qualities distinctive to an individual, or a person in a novel, play or movie. The difference of the two is, one is how you truly are and the other is just a mask of…

Frozen toes and red ears. Pink windburned cheeks and chapped lips. Can you feel it? The rush of cold winter air over your face. Can you picture it? A winter wonderland with slopes, lifts, and free people. Spotlights shining down on you and illuminating the glistening snow. Sundown, a place people go for thrills and fun during the winter. Not everyone departs with a good memory in mind. If you’re not careful you might leave with a traumatic experience and broken bones. Sundown is a place not too…

"How was your first day?!" My mom called from the kitchen as I slammed the door to the apartment. "Great, just great." I muttered. My mom emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel and frowning. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was still in her work clothes. My mom works at the hair shop down the street, it doesn 't bring in much money but it 's enough to keep us alive, I suppose. "Was that sarcasm that I heard?" She cocked an eyebrow at me questionably. "Sorry."…