Girl with a One-Track Mind

I have been apart of volleyball, track, and softball my whole high school career. In volleyball I have always been a leader out on the court or off the court as a mellow leader. Every year in volleyball the seniors are the ones that are forced to bond with the whole team, but this year we had a new coach who changed the rules from what we were used to. The other senior and I took it into our own hands to make this season fun, since no one was sure how it would turn out. So I invited the whole…

make people stop and question themselves. What if these legends that are passed down from generation to generation by the word of mouth or electronically have truth to them? A few years ago, when I started to babysit, my older siblings told me about one of the most notorious urban legends, the Babysitter and the Man Upstairs. This legend is about a teenager who is babysitting, when a mystery man unexpectedly calls from inside the house. With my knowledge of this legend, I will provide a summary…

seven-year-old little girl who is very intelligent and Alice who is a southern Caucasian woman that happen to be racist and sexist that behaves as if she’s perpetually loitering at community theater auditions, and broadcasts her contempt for the negro woman she feels cursed to have to share a body with. Throughout the film, I learned that Frankie’s DID was caused by a traumatic incident from her childhood. It was the death of a white man name Mr. Pete that she was in love with. He…

my mind, I look around only to see dead bodies and the forest tainted with dark red blood. My heart start racing, as I come to my senses and I find myself trembling on my knees. I look all around and the forest which seems to have gone back to normal. With the cold breeze brushing against my sweat, drenched face, I slap myself across the cheek. "pull yourself together, it was in the…

Flatley, as I had heard he sometimes showed up. Who would have thought wearing an uncomfortable wig, extremely tight shoes and dancing in an unnatural position could be so much fun? But I loved it! Even at that young age, I didn’t mind standing in line with other girls and repeating the same moves for up to an hour until they were perfected; of course perfection hardly exists in the world of Irish Dance. In the beginning I was a natural,…

Track 9: Nasty Girl Vanity 6, Vanity 6 Prince continued his crusade unabated. Hunkering down in his basement studio, he cloistered himself in his music with Calvinist dedication. In his sleepless recording frenzies, the workaholic often outlasted three shifts of engineers. He started appearing less in public and stopped talking to the press. The media silence made his mystery to the public all the more magnetic. At the same time, he built a structure around him that would support his sacred…

work. The “mommy track” is why women quit jobs, stay in the same entry level position, and some of them won’t leave home for work, they rather only work from…

life, I pondered that my father now dead. Or go back: I was daddy’s little girl, from the time I was born, until the day he died. I can remember when I was younger and he use to carry me everywhere he went. My father wasn’t a rich man but he did his best. He would take my sister and I to the drive-in movie theater because he knew that was my favorite place to go. I use to love the park that was there. It had a go-cart track, metal animals that we could rock back and forth on. That was really a…

No one likes to lose. Not one individual can find any pleasure in losing something that is dear to them. In Carolyn Smart’s poem “October” the speaker approaches their loss of the beauty of the summer as almost catastrophic. Their loss of the summer weather, the wildlife, and the scenery takes a toll on the speaker. However, in the last stanza of the poem they realize that they can cherish the memory of these moments of happiness, but cannot grieve their losses forever. Some aspects of an…

Did you miss me.....the way his deep and smooth voice said that made my legs feel like they were jelly as I grab a hold of Lysander. I felt my foot step ahead one after the other as I realize I was running towards him, arms wide apart reaching forward to him. I launched myself to him arms wrapping around his throat and the feeling of his strong arms wrapping themselves around my body. I left my head up grabbing a hold of cheeks, I look down at him into his warm brown eyes that gaze back at me…