I called walter for supper late that evening, He spoken back and said “ I’m not hungry.” I was thinking about what he said because he has not ate all day. I called him a repeated time and said “come down to the kitchen “ My husband was already sitting at the table with his meal ahead of him. Walter was walking pretty stiffened looking but i did not mind it. His father ask “ What’s wrong with you, boy?” Walter talk back as his common answer “Nothing.” My husband said the same thing just his tone a little more deeper , more resolute. Walter says “ My leg hurts,” My husband commanded walter to take is pants down. When walter undid his belt and his pants went down i was shock and gasped from how much dry blood, bruises, and swelling. I was also thinking what in the world was he doing outside ! my husband said in a demand tone“what happened to you?” And right then and there he said something so outrageous that god probably was listen to the conversation now. Walter said “Mama beat me with a stick,” and he started to cry. I was so mad and shock that i just didn’t say a word. In my head i’m thinking my walter. My baby walter just lied to his father and lied on me , but i kept my mouth trap closed. My husband went crazy he said “If you ever . . . how . . . why . . . If you ever…
Arriving home from school, being picked up by his neighbors, “At two o’ clock our neighbors drove me home”(3). He heard the devastating news that someone died in his family. Upon arriving home, “In the porch I met my crying father”(4), showed how death can causes so much trauma and confusion. His father crying,…
It was early in the morning, the house was completely silent, and Judson was the only one awake. Judson swept quietly through the house, he peeked through an open door to his parent's room and it was empty. His parents must have went some where without telling him, again. They left Judson home alone often, well, actually he wasnt fully alone... Judson opens a door across the hall and peeks in. There, in a dark room laid a little girl covered up to the chin in blankets. That was Judson's little sister Holly, he smiled slightly at how cute and peaceful she looked asleep, He slowly shut the door behind him, letting her sleep for as long as she wanted. Judson walked quietly into the kitchen, getting ready to make some breakfast…
Emerson has been grieving every day for two years and now tears are not able to fall from her eyes anymore. She decided to go talk to Brandon in prison. As Brandon walks up the glass, he is very hesitant to pick up the red phone. Ms. Emerson had a smile on her face which confused Brandon. “You took the greatest thing that happened to my life but now here with you to hear your side of the story,” she said. With tears coming down his eyes and face turning bright red. “I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the awful act I committed. My sister and I decided to run away from home because we was being treated really poor there. I knew that my sister was very hungry because she could not walk talk. We didn’t have any money so I decided to go look some food. As I was walking through your neighborhood and I notice that your door was open. So I walk in and went toward the fridge and I heard someone walking down the stair. I stood still because I did not know what to. He stared yelling and was going to call the police. I just couldn’t let him call the police because they was going to send us back to a foster house. I just could not let me sister suffer in another foster house. So I grabbed a knife and stab him in the chest. I ran away as fast as I could not knowing what I just did. I promise I did not mean to kill him. I am very sorry for what I did and I hope that I spend the rest of my life in prison so that can bring a smile to your face,” said Brandon.…
The moment I picked up my phone I knew something was wrong. The tone of my friend Danny’s voice sounded very grave and worn. The reason why followed in lowly uttered words. “CJ is in the hospital.” In sort of a daze I rushed to the hospital and found a way into the Intensive Care Unit. There in the bed was my friend with two broken arms and internal damage to his kidneys. At his side sat his mom. When I asked what happened, she said that Cj was hit off of Brooks Bridge by a drunk driver. A thirty-foot fall into the ground below, landing in the grass. Cj was two-inches away from the stone hard concrete that could’ve ended his life.…
“Nine years ago I had a little brother who couldn’t walk”. I could see people’s faces get more serious. “He was a very happy kid who was determined. I was a little embarrassed to have him around me because I had to carry him everyday in a little cart. We would go out to the swamp near our house and I would try to teach him to walk. Finally, on his sixth birthday, we showed off our work to our parents. I couldn’t have been more proud and happy at the same time.” I started to tear up just a bit. “Time went by and I had this goal for him to be able to do all sorts of activities in a year. He sadly wasn’t able to do so but towards the final weeks before our deadline, I started to really push him. One day, it was raining and as we were running back to the house, I sped up. I was just trying to make him keep up with me. After a while I couldn’t see him. I went back the route I came and saw him lying their”. The class leaned in as I was about to say my last words with tears flooding my eyes. “He was…
I told my mother that I was going to the post office hoping to have a letter from my father. My mom said “Miranda, I heard that things should get better soon and this will be all over with, please be quick and be safe, it will all be over soon.” That gave me some hope. I left my skis in the house, knowing what I was going up against. I stepped outside into the blizzard, expecting the worst and not returning home. When I finally got to the post office, I realized that it was closed. Feeling hopeless, I was ready to give up and let the elements take me. But suddenly a flyer blew by me. I snatched the flyer and it said there is a food drive going on at the town hall. I managed to get there; I looked up, strained of all energy. The mayor explained how he was proud of me because I was getting food for my family and thinking of everyone else before myself. Being so exhausted, I looked up at the sky; a patch of blue peeked out at me. I jump up in excitement, an energy rush running through my body. I jump up and down, knowing that things are only going to get better from here knowing that my little brother Johnny and the rest of the family have a chance to survive. The mayor asks what all the excitement was about; I said “look up; there is hope in the air!” He looked up with the rest of the people at city hall in awe, looking hopeful. I had received a ride home to inform my family on the news. Once I told my mother, she cried tears of joy, knowing that everything should be over soon. Johnny screamed in joy, knowing that we all made it. Life will only get better now. This will soon be the life as we knew…
It was a hot afternoon and i was setting by the river thinking when i saw my boy sam running towards me like his behind was on fire. His face looked frightened, so much like his father’s. He said that Mr. Finch and Cal just drove into our yard in those fancy automobiles that costs way too much. My heart started beating so fast but i still had hope. He could be here because they realized Tom was innocent and he was finally coming home to us. When i got to my home, I saw my children playing a game with their marbles. I saw Mr. Finch standing there with a look of sorrow on his face. He looked at me with regret. He didn't have to say anything because i just knew, I just knew he was gone. My knees gave out all of a sudden, I collapsed to the dirt. I wished that the ground would swallow me up. I was not strong for this, i'm still not. I held back my screams that will break out any minute. I have to put a straight face for my kids, i’m all they have now.…
It was October third a thursday night after our freshman football game. Lying in bed, not able to sleep, I hear the doorbell ring and parents going down stairs. Peaking my head around the corner to see who it could be at 11:03 pm. Just to see two state troopers standing in the doorway. My mind and heart automatically beginning to race, and my heart instantly dropping. To hear “I'm sorry to say but your son has been killed in a car accident in Ames Iowa”. A devastating night I will remember forever. With emotions being spilled and tears being shed it’s hard to stay strong for each other in that specific moment, but I know that I have to be there…
My mum was crying. She was trying to get to the car, but no one would let her. It seemed like forever, but finally they got Ryan and two other boys out of the car and rushed them to the hospital. Mum and I followed close behind. We finally reached the hospital, but no one would help us, or tell us what was going on. Finally the doctor, who treated Ryan came and talked to mum. She was crying. She came and told me that Ryan was in a coma, and that the other two boys where seriously injured. We sat waiting for hours. The doctor came out again, to tell us that one of the other boys in the car had died, due to serious head injuries. I couldn't believe it. Ryan had always been a great driver, and he loved his car. He would often take me driving when mum was out. Mum sat crying for hours. I just sat there, thinking about everything. Ryan had so much going for him. He did well in his exams, he had a great car, great friends and now, it would all be ruined. We still didn't know what exactly had happened. The police came to talk to us. It made mum even more upset, because they where telling her that it was Ryan who was driving the car at the time of the accident. I had looked up to Ryan for all these years, and this was…
Having a hard time finding a job because you are “over qualified”? Well, not to worry, you are not the only one. According to Statistics Canada, one in every five people in the work force who have a university education are “overqualified”. Overqualified is defined as,” more experienced and educated than you need to be to do a particular job”(macmillan). In other words, all those hard years, and those thousands of dollars spent on higher education, won’t always pay off. In Adrian Wooldridge’s article”Dr. Dole Queue”, he claims that degrees have lost their value. Not only are students being ripped off financially, but, according to Wooldridge, they are also being stripped of their “best years”. For example, In 2008, according to the Bureau of Labour Statistics, over 10,500 Americans with PhDs or professional degrees were employed as “cashiers”, over 27,400 as shop assistants and over 4,700 as hairdressers, hairstylists or cosmetologists. In other words, Students spend many years and thousands of dollars trying to achieve their degrees, BA’s and PHD’s, and in the end, there may not even be a worthy pay off. With, more and more students receiving these degrees they are not befitting themselves, rather they are just simply neutralizing each other’s qualifications. Wooldridge argues that spending time in the workforce, rather then enrolled in higher education, it will benefit a person alot more due to the fact that the on hands experience is what will help you to succeed. In my essay I will demonstrate how Wooldridge argues that the problem with students spending more time enrolling in higher education is that they diminishes the value of their qualifications, which in turn causes it to become more and more specialized. It is clear that higher education is no longer as respectable as it has been in the past.…
Once again, I found myself wandering through the uncomfortable, brightly lit halls of the hospital. I was to find the room where my father was, an all too familiar task. "Room 443", I was told by my mother who had requested me to take my dad back to his apartment. Upon entering the elevator I let out a sigh of apprehension and turned to wearily push the button labeled "4". Whiffs of disinfectant products meandered themselves inside my nose while I looked around to see egg-white walls and nurses shuffling about in their bright, floral print scrubs. One of them approached me with a kind smile. "May I help you?" I briefly responded saying I needed to find my father, Charles Jolitz. "Go down the hall. He's in the last room on the left." Slowly making my way to the door, I speculated about what had happened to my dad this time. I entered the room thinking to myself, "Boy, he looks worse every time.", his salt and pepper hair ruffled, beard unshaven and a look of loss on his face. Though as soon as his eyes met mine, that face lit up and the corners of his mouth upturned into a smile. "My chickadee!", he exclaimed. I asked him how he was feeling and if it was time to go as the nurse carted in a wheelchair. All three of us made our way down to the lobby exchanging small talk. I dashed to my car, happy to be out of the dreariness that is a hospital. I hoped he would tell me why he was there yet again. Once in the car, he told me in a few words that he had had another episode due to taking his pain medication with a fifth of vodka and had lost control. He ended up dialing 911. My dad hurriedly changed the subject asking if I was hungry and if I would like to go have a burger. I let out another sigh. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm not hungry, I've already eaten but I can take you to get one. We can go for lunch later this week." "Alright, sweetie.", said he. We arrived at his apartment complex and I walked him to his…
We had never seen our mother in such despair; it was a shock to see our mother’s vivid emotions. My mother asked us if we wanted to see our father and we all replied “yes” and so she took all of us to see our father. However, my siblings and I went individually, but little did we know that what we were about to witness would shatter our hearts, feelings, souls, and…
The phone that rang was our counselor’s phone. He immediately picked it up and after a few seconds a bereft expression appeared on his face. The light in his eyes disappeared and his joyful air was replaced by a dour look. He slowly removed the phone from his ear, and with the little energy the shock had left him, stood up and walked away. We gaped at each other in silent knowing. How devastated he seemed worried me since I knew about the situation with his sister I was afraid to even think it could have been something to do with that. We were only missing a few minutes to then have a camp wide break, during those minutes the air surrounding us filled with a solemn silence. Finally after what seemed an eternity we heard the voices of the rest of the kids leaving to break so the counselor’s assistant told us to do the same. We slowly stood up and followed the crowed. We were so afraid and surprised that none of us spoke; I guess it was because we…
One day in New York City, there lived a man whose name was Albert. He was an egotistical man, who hated children very much and never shared anything. He would usually stay inside, where he thought he would be safe, from all of the chaos and confusion, going on outside. All of these things happened because his wife left him and he is all alone. The reason why he hates children is, because they run across his yard and ruin his grass each day. No matter what they do, he will never forgive them. Some say he should just move on with his life, but others say he should stay there, because he will have memories of his childhood and of this house and family.…