Caller ID

Marriage Equality is A Pursuit of Happiness It started with a call in the office. The caller told them that their partner was in the hospital in a grave condition. Anxiety whelmed and the worried partner left their home to see the other. When he arrived at the hospital several nurses asked who he was and what relationship he had with the endangered partner. Letting the nurses know who he was and his relationship to the patient the nurses frowned, and told him that he could visit at another time…

According to “Transactional Nursing: A Book of Readings” by Pamela Brink and Judith Saunders, there are four stages of culture shock that are defined as follows (keep in mind that I’m paraphrasing). The honeymoon phase is the first phase of culture shock, it is when you accept the change and feel very optimistic towards it. Secondly, there is the disenchantment phase, which is where you feel disenchanted by the change as you may have guessed. A lot of the time you may skip the honeymoon phase…

Kyle LeDuff Mrs. McKay English Project 3 October 2016 1980’s Parent Interview I interviewed my Dad about the American Dream, his views on this topic, and his life. We started with memories from his childhood and continued through to his present day life. I asked him many questions about what influenced him as he was starting out on his own. I learned many interesting things about his life and his view of the American Dream. My Dad was born in 1963 in the land of Cajun country, otherwise known as…

Ever since I watched the movie Legally Blonde, it has been my dream (and probably most college girls) to join a sorority and have sisters like Elle Woods did. During the summer right before entering my freshman year at University of West Florida, I decided to research more on what sorority life is actually about. When doing my research, I found out my school had five Panhellenic sororities all of whom had different values and to join you have to get selected by going through a recruitment…

A/N: Sam is pretty cute. Agree or Disagree? "Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide." -Lemony Snicket, The Blank Book ••• The darkness of my lids and the blinking of my alarm didn't help jog my memory. I threw something and everything went dark. I clench my hands and squeeze my eyes shut. Remember dammit, remem- It was an early morning in August when They informed me an error had occurred in their system and it put…

that is all I wanted. I went on my mission trip confident that nothing would happen until I got back and my mom promised to keep me updated every day. It was my last day in San Francisco when, I received a call from my dad. As soon as I saw the caller ID I knew it was bad, because my dad never talks to me unless it’s something urgent. I stepped aside from my group and answered the call, and all he said was, “there will be an emergency delivery, mom is having the baby, there were complications.”…

Riiiiing! Riiiiing! The phone clamored. I’ve never heard it in such a way before. I check the caller ID and solemnly answered, knowing this was unusual. “Rachel?” My Aunt Angi’s trembling voice said. The next words to come out of her mouth were shattering, so much so that I fell straight to the floor with my one-year-old son in my arms. “Honey, your Mom passed away. The police are on their way.” My heart stopped and time stood still. I couldn’t stop it. “I can’t stop any of it,” I whimpered. I…

eccentric ornaments. “That is Cat’s bike! It has not been stolen, simply misplaced!” Serena, ecstatic and relieved, threw her arms around Caleb, “Thank you so much.” All of a sudden, her cellphone rang. “It is Cat,” Serena remarked, reading the caller ID. Then, she answered the phone. “Hello?” “Hi, guys,” Cat insipidly replied. “Where are you and Jordan?” “I apologize, Cat, but our car just broke down.” Serena said. “You are able to repair it, right?” Her younger sister questioned, “I do…

WHOOP! WHOOP!WHOOP! The police cars came rushing down the streets from every angle. Pedestrians were distraught by the pandemonium. An enormous nitric acid truck laid on its side and the driver dripping blood from his forehead. At the time, I was five years old I remember right before it happened a blind elderly man crossing the road on Monument Blvd about to get hit by a truck. Instinctively, I ran out in front of the truck and pushed the blind man out of it’s path. However, some of the nitric…

Gunnar B Closed Doors The phone rang in the next room, “Ring! Ring!” Samuel got up from his bed, slipped on his tattered slippers, his fuzzy robe, and walked to the kitchen. He picked up the phone to answer. He glanced at the caller ID. “Jan,” he whispered. He answered, “Hello.” “Hi, Samuel!,” yelled his sister Jan. “How are you doing?” answered Samuel. “I’m great! I was wondering if you wanted to come up to Ottawa this week.” “Yeah,” answered Samuel, “That would be great.” “Alright,”…