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be home by five so they could watch the parade that Royal Prep orchestrated every year It was silly, but it meant a lot to her sister, so Alene watched it every year with her sister Rochelle always managed to drag their mother out into the living room to watch the “pretty princesses ” Alene thought about selling the TV for more money, but Rochelle always said no Rochelle always watched TV in her free time, and it meant a lot to her Rochelle always talked about how they wouldn't get a lot of…

Joe pulls a dish towel out of the drawer and handed it to me with a hint of a smirk, after I had opened and shut every other drawer in his family’s kitchen in search of just such a dry towel. I spread it out as a drip-catcher for a few measuring cups and stirring spoons, then took a sponge to some more dish. After a quick glance to Joe, then back at the strainer I was scrubbing, I managed to talk to him about the lecture he had given the night before in the library of the Boston retreat house…

The Book Dorm Room Dealings written by A. Rafik Mohamed and Erik Fritsvold delivering a unique perspective into the world of college dorm drug dealing. Their research consists of extensive fieldwork and analysis within the thriving Southern California drug-distribution network. Dorm Room Dealings challenges the dominant narrative that the drug epidemic in the United States is conducted within lower income neighborhoods. Rather, the book reveals that these dealings are conducted by predominantly…

On August 22, I volunteered at the first ever Mississippi Book Festival. While I was a room monitor I interacted with many different people as I lead them to their seats, and later after the festival was over I joined the rest of the volunteer team to help clean up. The festival was a one-day event held at the state capitol featuring many different artist and authors speaking on book panels, live music performances, and outdoor food and book vendors. The Festival was meant to “celebrate the joys…

Shakily, I breathe in. Retreating from the room where voices are hurled at one another like bullets, I find solace in the kingdom of clothes. The clothing dryer hums and heaves, radiating heat. I like it here, even if it is not far enough to drown out the sound of a war waged only by spoken word. As I tiptoe further into the room, something outside crashes to the floor, shattering—I am used to broken things: toys, crayons, vases, marriages. The dryer beeps, indicating the end of a cycle and the…

I decided that despite the embarrassing situation with Atticus it would just be best to act as normal as possible. I knew it would be best to participate in the missionary circle as usual. Afterwards we all sat around the dining room, which needed some work, but never the less we went on. Earlier I asked Jean Louise to join us in hopes that, just like me, she would grow up to be a proper lady. There was also the idea that if she was there, the ladies would avoid the topic of the Robinson case.…

thing I heard this morning was my mom yelling. “Get up! Get up! It’s time for school!” As I rubbed my eyes, I got out of bed. I walked sleepily to my dresser and chose one of the few pieces of clothing I had and got dressed. As I looked around the room, I found out that Jenny, my older sister had already left for school. The clock on the wall said that it was already eight in the morning. Running quickly down the stairs, I grabbed my stuff and was out the door. I was going to be late. My…

CPW Andy Chavez attended the family home. Present were Rob Theuma, Rogan, Phoenix, and Raven. The house was in good state of hygiene. The toys were moved in the corner of the living room. A safety gate is place at the foot of the stairs to prevent the kids from climbing. Rob mentioned that he is having trouble with the floor as the workers did not remove a portion of the floor that it created some unevenness. He planned to remove some of it and place plywood to even the floor and add additional…

I am walking through the empty, dimly lit hallway of _______ High, as I have done a million times before. Passing endless room after room filled with rows of desks, where students meet to grasp all the knowledge they can. I press my hand up against the cold, blue metal lockers that are hugged tightly against the cream painted brick walls. The smell of damp and musty air, filling my nose with each inhale. I really don’t have any business being here today. Yes, I am a student, but as far as I’m…

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the heat in Mr. Martin's room felt as if we were next to the sun. The schools maintenance crew always kept the furnace on the highest setting possible. “So class what did we talk about yesterday ?” said Mr. Martin as he takes out the 590 page textbook on accounting and finance. “We talked about how to find assets, liabilities and owner's equity,” says Ms. Know” it all in the front of the classroom.” As Mr. Martin begins his lesson, I quietly whisper to my best…