Kitchen Cabinet

She took a rock and smashed the board in. The glass was all over the floor. I tried to avoid it. We went up the stairs and she handed me a towel. “Is this stealing?” I asked. “Take the towel.” I put it in the bottom of my bag and emptied the cabinets. The little bottles clinked in my bag. I grabbed as many as I could in my bag. I heard the clunk of heavy boots and pushed Olivia behind the counter. “Shh!” A can was dropped and gas rolled out of it. Olivia tore her towel and handed it to me.…

For the disability ministry project, we were asked to choose a practicum experience where we shadowed or spoke to someone helping someone with a disability. For my project I chose to spend some time in the class for disabled children at the high school I graduated from. Throughout the glimpse of time that was allotted for this particular practicum experience I learned a lot of exciting things about disabilities, but also made some disconcerting revelations. While spending the day at school I was…

Part one: Why do people always think it's me? Whenever something bad happens, they're like "it must have been Jason!" or whenever something's broken, "Jason must have been here!" Sure, I'm not the most responsible, or reliable person, but seriously people, you just have to assume like that! Well, anyway you probably didn't pick this up to hear me complain about my personal problems (which I do a lot), so let's move on. My story begins in Alcolu, South Carolina. My day started normal enough.…

I gathered my grandchildren for a bedtime story. However, this bedtime story is going to be a special one they will never forget. A story about my past during the 1950’s, a year where African Americans were ridiculed to feeling less than, because we weren’t white. We were treated horribly, they separated us, made us wait at the colored line, drinking from the colored water fountain, and eating on the colored side of the restaurant. I was only six years old, the youngest of five girls. Every…

I’m happy. I really am truly happy. I know the catalyst that brought about this happiness, but since it changed so much of my life I don’t know what individual change truly is causing my blissful contentment. Either way I do not wish to tie up my happiness and poke and prod it to figure it out. I’d rather just revel in it and experience my peace since I know it can’t last for long. At least not here, not like this. I sit in the long grass as I feel my skin absorbing the sun. The grass prickles…

Street Car Named Desire is 1951 drama film, a modification of Tennessee William’s 1947 play with the same name. It’s a story of Blanche Dubois, who after several courses of social ups and downs, tries to find her sage with her sister and brother-in-law living at a low income apartment building in New Orleans. But ultimately, she fails to build an emotional stability for herself. This script is a perfect sequence of tragedy full of emotions and drama comprised of violence, witty and poetic…

I woke up this morning and thought “I’m hungry”. I headed downstairs and looked in the cabinet for something to eat. Not finding anything I wanted, I turned to the freezer and grabbed toaster strudel. Sounds good, right? It tasted good too. Processed foods have become commonplace in our diets today, and may be contributing to our shortened life spans and declining health, so I started looking at the label. Only to discover that while my decision to eat was simple, the list of ingredients for…

I can vividly recall why I wanted to become a nurse, I was six years old. I can feel once more the burning pain of impotence scorching every single cell of my body, and my mind crying out in a horrendously tortured voice go, move, do something that almost drove me into insanity; the anger that almost drowned me strangling the air out of my lungs holding me in place. It was not that I did not want to, my whole being wanted to act, and I just did not know what to do. Nurses rushed in screaming out…

Nicholas Ieremciuc Period 6 APUSH 10/17/15 The Jacksonian Period (1824-1841) has been celebrated as the era of the “common man.” To what extent did the period live up to its characterization in regard to economic developments and politics? The Jacksonian Period, which lasted from 1824-1841, was called the “era of the common man.” This description may have been valid for a particular group of people, but such benefits were not extended to the entirety of the American population. For white, male…

Without realizing it, I had been itching at my neck the whole time until I pulled my hand away and found my fingertips red with blood. I cursed and sprung to my feet. Holding my neck, feeling the sting under my palm, I sprinted towards the kitchen and prayed that the tap was still working. Skin picking had always been a nasty habit of mine ever since I was a teenager and it always found a way of creeping back when it was least welcome. The scars on my face had always made me very popular with…