The Shout

enter the locker room. Some exchange a few words of encouragement, but most have their game faces on. They drop off their gym bags, and head to homeroom, counting down the hours until the big game. The school day passes slower than molasses. Shouts of excitement emerge from the classrooms when the final bell rings at three o’ five. The cheerleaders rush to their coach’s room to begin preparing for the game. The players scurry to the gym and start warming up. Both teams are ready to become…

What is Mrs. Washington’s response when Ha asks her if she hates Ha? Mrs. Washington's response to ha asking if she hated her was Mrs. Washington hugging Ha and shows pictures that her son sent home and showed Ha the pictures. 2. Mrs. Washington shows Ha a book that her son brought sent home from the war. Based on the book, what do you think he thought of Vietnam? What evidence supports your answer? Based on the book that Tom sent home from Vietnam, Vietnam was a nice place with…

Writers often apply a varying amount of stylistic techniques to their writing in order to achieve a specific purpose or effect. John Irving, the author of A Prayer for Owen Meany, utilizes several different techniques to achieve a distinct sense of style in his novel that sets it apart from others. Through the use of unique dialogue and constant transitions to a narrative told from the present, Irving is able to set apart important characters and foreshadow the conclusion of the novel.…

neighborhood had them as well. At around 11 at night we stopped at the Waffle House, It was the only place open, we ordered our food and we at a square table. All four of us began to crack jokes and were having a good time. As we laugh, My cousins shouts “Foreal Ni---,“ shocked at how loud he said it, I said “Hey calm down” and he responded with a simple “Ah, I don’t care.” As the people around us looked in our direction, I felt embarrassed, but I looked around the table and they seemed to not…

Suddenly, pain shoots up my leg, and I shout, “Stupid rock!”. Although, after standing still for a few moments, I realize this is no rock. A sense of dread filled my head, and the subconscious part of me knew exactly what just punctured my foot. Cautiously lifting my leg, ignoring the burn, I…

I talk about myself, I am very aggressive at some time because I feel neglected by my family. Middle child is somehow get stuck in middle as I am. I think that this order is the hardest birth order to categorize. I get emotional easily. If someone shouts on me, I started to cry. I think this is because I don’t get much attention. Apart from that I have a big heart. I have sympathies for others, I feel for others. I help them a lot even if it’s not convenient for me but I never say a NO to them.…

throughout the poem that helps the readers visualize the two men who interact. In the first line, it says, “When a friend calls to me from the road” (1). Often when I think of calling, I think of two friends just talking on the phone casually or a friendly shout and a wave. In this case there…

slides into the water and gets into position to start the first leg of the 200 medley relay. Everyone in the stands falls silent as the referee shouts “Take your mark!”, then the sound of the starting beep goes off and the swimmers push off into the water. As my friend begins to finish her first lap, I step onto the block and get into position. The shouts and cheers from parents and swimmers are blocked out, as I focus all my attention on the water. Once my teammate touches the wall, I jump off…

beep beep beep, my dreadful alarm clock goes off it is 6:30 AM on saturday, you are probably wondering why i am getting up at 6:30 on Saturday well good question i have a gymnastics meet. Today is my sister Leela’s first gymnastics meet today and that means my mom will be showing all of her attention to her. Anyway when I finally get up I get in the shower and then dry my hair so when I get done drying my hair so today i am going to do a ponytail and when I am done with that I put my leotard…

Holocaust Story “Get up!” the fat officer shouts, “All of you, get up! Now!” We start to get up. We’ve been sitting here for what feels like an eternity; no one has a watch any more so I don’t know how long it’s actually been. All I know is that we have been here since last night and that it’s cold. When they marched into the ghetto last night, we had been asleep and as comfortable as anyone could get here. My family shared an apartment with a young couple and their newborn baby, so my…