Too Much Time on My Hands

There are many differences between “Me Talk Pretty One Day” and “One Last Time” First, “One Last Time” is very serious and the characters are poor while “Me Talk Pretty One Day” is very upbeat and hopeful. Secondly, “One Last Time” is talking about something much more serious than learning french from a mean teacher. Lastly, “Me Talk Pretty One Day” he finds it imperative to learn french while in “One Last Time” their priorities are more important. They are also similar in many ways. First, they…

Being a part of an Italian family has its perks, the main one being food. When my great grandparents immigrated from Italy to the United States in the early 1900s, they brought the country’s mouthwatering cuisine with them. Their exclusive recipe for tortellini soup, a dish containing ring-shaped pasta filled with meat or cheese suspended in broth, is deserving of an award. Three generations later, my parents and I still concoct this soup during the holiday season. Making homemade tortellini…

“Beep Beep Beep” It is 5 am and my hand can’t make it to the alarm clock before the voices in my head start telling me that it is too early and too dark to get up. But I did not ask for their opinion, I rise like a phoenix and before I know it, I am drenched in sweat and walking out an empty gym in route to the soccer field. Why you ask because I was told I was not good enough, too uncoordinated, and too tall to play soccer and I was on a mission to prove them wrong. There was a month left…

It didn 't matter that this type of love I had for you was forbidden and unrequited, that someday others would notice these feelings or that you 'd never accept them, as long as I could continue being with you. Besides, I never could look at you as my big brother. To me, you were the only one who took care of me with all his might. No matter how things difficult got, you didn 't complain. When I think back on the days we spent together, when I finally realized that the love I had for you was the…

got bullied and I wouldn’t really talk to anyone. When I turned fourteen, my parents informed me I was to attend confirmation classes. I wasn’t exactly enthused at the new that I would attend it for two years. To add to these, wonderful news; my older brother was going with me too. Goody. During the first few months I went I found it to be quite boring and unintriguing for me. I had to stay by my brother at all times because I didn’t know anybody else there; making the whole ordeal even…

Things The sound of alerts beeping at me from my comdev are what wake me up on Sunday morning. I check them with sleepy eyes, already knowing that they are telling me I have bills overdue. I sit up and stretch before changing into a pair of black jeans, a black tee shirt, and a red sweater. Grabbing my purse, and a hair tie, I make my way downstairs and slip on my boots. Uncle Lee is the only one awake at this time, and he glances at me as I make my way outside, shutting and locking the door…

experience, was not for me. I still wanted to be able to help people and make them happy. Dental hygiene caught my attention and I began my research. This is a career where I am still very involved with people and I will be able to help them feel more comfortable with their teeth and smile, ultimately boosting their confidence and self-esteem. Throughout this paper I am going to be discussing the time I spent observing two great hygienists Becky, who is very relaxed and welcoming to her…

courage, to falsely confess and admit his sins to the court, as much as John Proctor. He is a well-known farmer in the Salem community and minds his own business until his former mistress: Abigail Williams accuses people of witchcraft, including…

front of my family, I say that I am not tired. I speak lies of “I’m doing well.” Although I say that, there are times when I am completely worn and stressed out. Balancing out time between volleyball and school has gotten me drained. Lately, days are going too slow to the point where I count down the days until I can finally get…

I felt leather around my neck before I could be aware of anything else. What happened last night? I wondered. Did one of my exes have a fetish that I wasn’t aware of? Then I realized that none of my exes would have any clue what a fetish was, nor would they be able to execute it if they could. Jim was so strict about the girls staying on their level and boys on theirs. Faintly, I heard a voice. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Not again! I thought I wouldn’t… Fuck! Just… Fuck!” the female tone had an edge of…