2009 NFL Draft

First thing I hear in the morning is my mom yelling "Aracely lla levantate floja [wake up lazy] and hurry up if you want to eat breakfast". Yeah I have Mexican parents but I was born here in the U.S. I find it funny when they speak Spanish and English in the same sentence. "Okay ma" I yell back. I check my phone for the time its 7:05 "shiz" I jump out of bed literally but I fall on my butt because the blankets were wrapped around my legs. "ow" Well at least I 'm not the only one that has this…

“Immigrants are the lifeblood of this country- we are a nation of immigrants…” Within The Tortilla Curtain” written by T.C. Boyle, and “Child, Dead, in the Rose Garden” written by E.L. Doctorow, many examples of social commentary can be found. The above quote is only one example provided by Boyle of the hypocrisy that goes on within the book. The reason the quote would be identified as hypocrisy is because Delaney, the character who said the quote, later goes on to terrorize an immigrant and…

“How much further until the finish line?” During a Cross Country meet you will find yourself asking this question quite a bit. You may think that a 5k is simple work, you’ve never run up and down hills for 30 minutes straight. Though these things may try and keep you down, you just keep pushing ahead until the next mile point. While running you seem to be in a whole new state of mind and determination. All thoughts disappear and all you can do is run. First I will explain how a Cross Country…

There came a time in my life when I experienced an event that made me realize what death really meant. When I found myself asking, why do people have to die? What does it mean to live? What happens when you die? When the man who was always there for me and taught me almost everything I know died, I realized what death was and what it meant to live. My family was told by the doctors that he only had a few hours to live because the surgery failed. I was in shock by the news. Why? This surgery was…

Tattered By Divorce I walked down the hall looking around at my house. It was still slightly dark outside only being 6am. The scent of coffee still lingered in the kitchen from even earlier that morning when my dad left for work. I had the last cup of the warm delicious coffee on my way to the office. I slowly made my way down the stairs that creaked with each step being careful not to wake anyone. I sat down at the old dusty computer desk to print my homework for school. I turned on the…

Some people call it a bucket list, others simply say this is what I want to do before I die. Some people set goals and others simply say they are just going to grab life by the bootstraps and go for it. Everyone tends to make plans for what they are going to do in their lives, but do they really ever consider what they might miss out on if they were too die right now. Everyone has goals they want to reach and things they want to do and that is why the set up a bucket list. I personally only have…

While sitting and drinking our caramel frappes, like we do every Friday, Nicole randomly interrupted my story about the mall earlier that week with Abbey. “I really don’t care what you did with Abbey,” Nicole said quietly while taking a drink of her frappe. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was a problem,” you could very clearly here the annoyance in my voice. Nicole was always jealous of my other friend, this I knew very well. Especially Abbey. “It’s not that I don’t care, I just…

Robert Hayden was born in the year 1913 and through the century until 1980. His work hold much value in the literary aspect of the United States history. So much that he was appointed consultant in Poetry at the Library of Congress. "Those Winter Sundays" is just one of the many works that he did. He was gifted in his works that if evokes experiences in ones past like our childhood, the love that was shown to us when we were young, and just the process of growing The story is about a young boy…

A Few Words, A Lifetime Difference My entire perspective changed in the span of a single conversation. That day, like all the others, followed the same boring routine: wake up, go to school, go home, do whatever, eat, do whatever, then go to bed. The only variance to my schedule was the occasional extracurricular activity and what occurred in school. However, school for me was always easy. I never struggled, I never had to exert myself. This ease combined with my upbringing is what carved my…

Jackson, quickly stood up, and dimmed the lights. He peeled his shirt over his body, as he walked towards her. His hands found the bottom of her dress, peeling it over her head, careful not to mess up the curls, he knew she had worked on the night before. His hands working her bra off, mouth clamping down on a breast, she gasped, wrapping one leg around his waist. “Tell me you 've missed me.” He whispered, working his pants down his legs, as she moved her pelvis against him. “You know I have…