Late-2000s recession

Chapter five ***Cassidy 's P.O.V*** ~♡~ I turned around after someone poked my shoulder, expecting to see Carson, but was surprised by Dave. "Hey, what are you doing here? This is kind of my locker." He laughed. "Yeah, I know. That 's why I came here." I frowned. "Look, if you 're here because you want to have sex with me, then you can leave." He rolled his eyes. "When did I ever say that?" I laughed at him. "Everyone knows that you 're a player. You 've slept with the whole cheer squad." "Come…

Chapter twelve ***Carson 's P.O.V*** I was sitting on a bench eating my sandwich because none of my friends had come out of lunch yet. I saw Oliver come and sit next to me. He looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I smiled. "Of course you can. " He frowned slightly. "Um, imagine, hypothetically, that there was a boy who was with his friends and they weren 't nice. Do you think that the boy could change?" I chuckled. "Are you talking about yourself?"…

Summary: For the Directed Reading-Thinking Activity, I decided to have my students read the book Tom’s Box by John Prater. This is a fictional text about a boy who imagines going to a castle where a witch lives. In this story the character Tom builds a box for the witch. During the story the reader is led to believe the box is for him when it is actually for the witch’s cat, so that it may ride on the bicycle with the witch. 1. I had my students look at the cover and tell me what they thought…

Is there no value in false tales or does this literature serve a greater purpose? While these questions have no definitive answer, they have long been examined by writers and philosophers, both by Plato around 380 BCE and by A.K. Ramanujan in the late 20th century. In “Book X” of The Republic, Plato examines what is true and what is not, including stories and how the truthfulness is connected to the value of the stories. Similarly, in “Three Hundred Ramayanas,” A.K. Ramanujan explores the…

I stretch, "me too." I keep stretching til my shoulder pops and when it does I let out a small moan then form a pillow with my arm and look at Colton. His eyes are closed and he has his arm behind his head and the other one on his chest. He has a little stubble growing on his chin which I love. Guys with some hair on their face is my weakness. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. That wakes him up and I soon regret what I did, "sorry. Go back to sleep." He rubs his eyes, "no, it 's okay." I…

that several owls flew overtop of me. They screeched and flew closer almost touching my head. Several let out ear piercing screeches and I ran away as fast as I could. When I arrived home Uncle Dan began to question me like everyday. "You 're home late. What happened? Where 's Jen?" "She couldn 't pick me up, and I had to walk," I sighed, looking at how wet I had gotten. "In the rain." Water droplets fell from my hair and I shivered. "I 'm going to change. I 'll be down in a bit," I walked up…

Okay I was shocked, I knew she 's feisty but, damn! I didn 't see Bella in class, I know I told myself I would stop caring about what she does or do but I was worried. I mean, come on, she has been going on about how she can 't miss class or anything important for that matter. I decided to see if she went back to the dorm, instead I found a crowd of people in the hallway. I push myself pass, to see what was going on and there she was. Bella 's knuckles were connected to some chick jaw. I was…

"Do you remember how we met, dear?" It all began on the first day of high school, the day our friendship began. It was the third class of the day and I had so far failed at meeting anybody new. The teacher had already introduced himself and gone to sit down, leaving us to our own devices for the rest of the class time. I was too disheartened to try and make any new friends, so I pulled it a book and drowned out everyone else. I was in the middle of a riveting chapter when your voice…

Once upon a time, I had a best friend. Don 't get me wrong, I still do, it 's just a different person now. This original best friend I had been friends with for 8 years. Yes, you 'd think 8 years would have brought us closer together, even inseparable, and we were, but not in a good way. This friend, we 'll call her Holly, was an abusive friend. She didn 't punch me or anything like that (I 'd like to see her try) but she was mentally abusive. She would rip you down to nothing to make…

To Not Care I’m one of those people who consistently worry about what other people think. I always need reminders and friends to reverse my unpleasant thoughts about myself. No matter what is going on in school, at home, at church, and even online I always obsess about it. I strive to look good; I even put makeup on just to get the mail at the other end of my driveway. Well I always wonder, “Why do I always do this?” “Why do I always worry?” and even “What can I do to not care?” • Step one is…