Kimberley Locke

The Hole That Opened My Eyes It was a cloudy, cold, and windy winter morning. I remember the day I felt so embarrassed because everyone around me was laughing. I was a chunky fifth grader who was ashamed of her body image and hated it when it came to playing sports in PE. I was one of those kids who always got picked last. Additionally, I was always getting yelled at because I was not good enough of an athlete. I wanted to prove my skills. I wanted to show them that I was capable of being a good player. I also wanted them to know that my body image did not reflect the talents I had. I was in a place I did not see myself in, especially at that moment. I never expected it to happen. Although, it made me realize one thing about myself, I learned that you just have to love and be yourself because no one is perfect, everyone is unique. On that Wednesday morning my PE instructor told my classmates and I that he needed two team leaders. Of course I hated it. I preferred when he created the teams so I did not have to go through the humiliation of being picked last. We were going to play soccer. “Okay kids I need two team leaders. We are going to play soccer today. Sounds like fun right,” my instructor explained with a smile. “Great it involves running. I suck at running,” I whispered to myself. My heart started beating like a jungle drum. So like always, I was one of the last kids to be picked on a team. I felt humiliated, although for some strange reason I set a goal for…

This week was a little difficult not because of school because it is the week before fall break. Last year, did not have fall break due to basketball, but this year I did. (The week of September the twenty- sixth to October the second.) My mind was not on anything school this entire week, but I knew if I wanted my behavior to stick I would have to keep it up. The week was not that bad. All my teacher were taking notes and just getting ready for mid-terms after fall break. Thursday we had project…

Pyle poses a two-pronged threat to Fowler: Pyle’s physical threatens to steal away his love and his ideals threaten to burn down his home. With his imperialistic idealism, Pyle assumes that Vietnam needs change. That it needs a paternalistic Third Force “free from Communism and the taint of colonialism-national democracy” (157) to protect the land. Fowler loves things the way they are. War has driven him to Vietnam. War has given him a new home. War has become the status quo. War has provided…

My sister ran away on my 11th birthday. Of course, last week, this is what I would 've described was the best present in the world. She was loud and condescending and a pain in the ass; she inhibited the worst stereotypical parts of an older sister. But when I woke up to an empty house with no sign of streamers or balloons or the chatter of people expecting me to come downstairs, I felt a sudden still terror. Something was wrong and everyone knew it hours before I had even regained full…

It was a sunny summer day back in 2013, August 27th, 2013 to be exact. That was the day I hit the bottom, the day I rebelled, the day it was noticed in me the big change. I remember like it was today, I had just came from a great vacation at the Dominican Republic and everything seemed perfect almost ready to go back to my Junior year of high school, but I was changed. That morning August 27th, 2013, I had no mood to celebrated I was tired and not in the mood of cake or any celebration. I got up…

It was March 20, 2014, I was sitting in the office under a picture depicting General George Washington commanding the continental army, the secretaries busy at work, talking, laughing and drinking their cold, bitter coffee. Why was I here? What had I done? What were they going to do to me? was all I could manage to think while sitting in that beige, swivel chair. As I was parked in that seat, going through everything I had done in the past week, nothing I could think of rendered punishable.…

“After he had examined the camp, he approached us. He gave an inspiring speech about what criminals the prisoners were and how they should never have existed- the usual stuff. After, he asked if there were any questions. “Mr. Hitler! I was accused! I shouldn’t be here! I am Aryan!” I yelled. He looked at me skeptically with disgust. “Now, is that true?” he asked, clearly unamused with my claims. One of the Nazi leaders informed Hitler that I was telling the truth, and immediately fired the…

The piano is something quite beautiful. The notes themselves are able to hum a certain tune, but if played correctly, more than one note can create a blissful melody. However, some notes are best played with a select few. The notes can represent humans. Each note, or human, sings their own note in their own perfect way. They never change who they are. They are never one another. But, sad to say, the notes themselves aren't enough, and neither was I. In the summer of 2004, I was a shy…

the revenue from the diamonds is used to fund the wars that the country is fighting. Mining conflict diamonds causes controversy all over the world, especially in central and western Africa. The topics being discussed are The Life of A Miner, the process, sale, and regulation of conflict diamonds. Marketing the Diamonds In the past few years, the percentage of diamonds mined has dropped drastically. In fact, in the past 12 years, the percentage has gone down 20-25% (Time). In 2003, the…

Society is a collection of individuals living in an ordered community that provides protection for all who reside in it. However, individuals do not directly consent to this system, but rather give tacit consent. As such, the question must be asked: “What was the period called before tacit consent was present in society?” Many political philosophers, such as Thomas Hobbes, John Locke, and Jean Jacques Rousseau have called the period before society “the state of nature.” Hobbes, Locke, and…