A Night to Remember

The tone of the story Snow by Ann Beattie was very miscellaneous. Why I find this story miscellaneous is because there were different perspective put in each paragraph which not only made it complex but a little jumbled. The story talks about a house in which they lived in and tells us how big of an impact it was on their lives. We start off the story at house where they just start re decorating and tells us about how people would visit them and try and tell them about their memories while…

hall, Knights of Columbus. Every year since I can remember my family spends their New Year’s Eve at this hall, but this year I was able to tag along. This event was probably one of the most exciting and enjoyable ways that I have spent celebrating the New Year. For admission, each guest bought a ticket at a price of fifty dollars. At first, this price seemed steep. However, this ticket included a buffet, open bar, and entertainment all night. The night started out by entering the hall, giving…

As I walk home on this dreadful, dreary night I reflect on all that I once had, and all I have now lost. I remember Lenore, and the guilt I still feel. This guilt, which I feel every single day, this guilt which is eating away at me. This guilt which makes me feel more dead than alive. As I tell this gruesome tale, uncover the truth, observe my mistakes and decide my fate. Since childhood, I have been alone. No family, no friends, just me. I was completely prepared to go through life alone, and…

after being born. My first church was part of the Assemblies of God. However, a few years later my parents divorced and we ended up at a non-denomination church, where I spent the next 20 years. All through my childhood, I heard about Jesus and I remember being about four years old when my mother knelt beside me as I prayed the “sinners prayer” and asked Jesus to be my Lord and Savior. I cannot say that it was the most powerful moment of my life; yet it was very significant start to my spiritual…

black housekeeper, Rosaleen, as a mother figure. At night, bees swarm in Lily’s room but disappear when T. Ray enters the room. Lily then catches the bees in a jar as proof. She enjoys going out in T. Ray’s peach orchard at night and looking at some of her mother’s belongings, such as a picture of a black Virgin Mary with the town Tiburon, South Carolina written on the back. She believes that she was responsible for her mother’s death and remembers the day in ways a four-year-old might not…

but he never seemed to get that way. I can remember a time when my grandma’s church had VBS, my grandpa felt bad that he couldn’t come because of his plummeting health, he couldn’t really leave the house, he couldn’t really do anything, just because of this unexpected burden that happened. Somehow, he brought himself down there, it was quite amazing to see that he was so strong to do so. In fact, I remember where I was at, and my…

different experiences, and disabilities that you may have. To know about the different types of dreams and what causes them you must first know the generics of dreams. Everyone dreams, some people just don’t remember any of their dreams. (Nichols 1) Dreaming occurs 3-6 times every night and each dream lasts about 5-20 minutes. When dreamers are asleep they follow a ninety minute cycle, there are 5 stages of this cycle, two stages of light sleep, two stages of deep sleep, and one stage of…

unreliable narrator because he is unaware of his mental state. “My wife is upset. She wants to know where I was last night. I can't tell her because I don't remember. I remember starting home from work, and I remember putting my headlights on to search my way through the lovely creeping fog, but that's all I remember.” (King 7). The narrator forgets things that happen on foggy night, which means the fog is what causes his forgetfulness. A narrator can not be reliable if one tends to forget…

everyday things you take for granted. This quarter I helped my french teacher, Ms.Thibault and sold concessions at my old elementary school. The PTA in my old elementary school hosted a movie night and that’s where I completed my service hours. Woodie and I, along with others, sold concessions on that Friday night. My mom contacted Ms. Amy, the head of the Bush HIll PTA, to see if she needed any help for this upcoming event. She responded quickly stating she could use all the help she could…

Addicted to Pills I still remember the day I found out my mother was sick. It was not a disease doctors or medicine could cure. It was a disease one finds at the bottom of a pill bottle. My mother’s drug addiction was not only destructive to her, but it was destructive to her children. As a result, I was diagnosed with depression, turned to self-harm, and developed an eating disorder. I was living in a downward spiral until my father fought for custody. As long as I can remember my mother,…