Suemi’s life is very different from mine, she has household shores that require for her to go outside and use her hands. The most I do in my house is watch the dishes and its not as hard to do as it is for her. The transportation is basically the same we catch a bus in order to get to school but if she misses it she will have to walk for hours, I on the other hand just call my mom. She lives in a house with not much privacy, I live in an apartment but I have my privacy and I have air conditioning. Her school is the same too but she has to do her homework first if not she has no light I can do it whenever I like. In food we are the same except I have more choices on what I eat and how I eat she on the other hand can’t be…
Today, my classmate Mickey Spellacy’s sister finally passed away. Mickey’s hope became real. Now Mickey can get a week off from school because of sister’s death. He seemed really happy today. However, he did not keep the promise. Mickey promised to Billy Campbell and me that if we pray that his sister will die in the middle of school term, he said he will invite us to his sister’s wake. It was so silly and wrong that Billy and I prayed that Mickey’s sister will not die before school starts, but still we prayed for Mickey. And I am so angry that he did not invite me to his sister’s wake. I prayed every night before I go to sleep during the summer vacation. Also what kind of brother prays that his sister…
Her daughter Paula lived a life of service. She spent her days volunteering at several facilities. She spent eight hours a day, six days a week helping women and children. She never had the money, but she needed very little. Paula’s passing was a very hard time for her mother to cope with. She had to let go of everything that might reminded her of daughter; everything from her voice, laughter, appearance, and also her spirit. Losing Paula was a cleansing experience for Isabel, she was forced to get rid of excess baggage and kept only what was essential and important. Paula taught her mother Isabel a very valuable lesson “don’t get so attached to anything”.…
She whispered, “You’ll never know how much I love you”. As the person living on the child end of the parent-child relationship, it was wonderful to hear, even under the horrific conditions we found ourselves. It gives credence to that saying, “tell the people you love you love them because you’ll never know if you’ll ever get the chance again”.…
From a very young age, Liz has had so many responsibilities. Not that she always did what was required of her, but just the fact that she had so many responsibilities as a young child. Her parents relied on her for so much. Among other tasks, she cleaned up after her mother (Murray 164), helped her father sneak out of the house (Murray 53). She was also responsible for getting herself to school because neither of her parents knew that she was not going and really were just indifferent. Although she was responsible for it, she never based her actions on that responsibility. Nonetheless, Liz had a lot of responsibility thrust upon her at a really young age. On the other hand, I have never really been responsible for much more than my school work, which may have come from the huge emphasis that my parents put on academics. My parents took care of me; they fed me, took me to school, and pretty much did anything that was needed for me. I never had to worry about anything, except for school work. These different levels of responsibility have caused Liz and I’s lives to manifest themselves differently. When Liz finally took charge her responsibility for school, she was able to handle it fairly easily because she was so used to handling different kinds of responsibility. When I finally was forced to be independent in coming to college, I had to make some adjustments because I had to accept responsibilities that I never had to worry about at home. Liz’s excessive amount of responsibility prepared her for the life that she is living now while my lack of responsibility at home required a significant lifestyle change. In this case, Liz is motivated to be responsible for her life because she has always been responsible for it. On the other hand, I am motivated to be responsible to show that I can be, but I have to work at it because of my…
“Life is tough my darling but so are you.” A powerful quote and a meaningful one. Isabel…
“Just until the end of the summer, my father got a pay raise last year so we were able to come here this summer. I have always wanted to, and my father finally gave in to my guilt tricks,”she explains back to me with a hint of humor in her voice. I wave of sorrow washed over me. For once she actually feels like a real friend, and like always, another thing that I care for is going to leave me.…
After my mom told me all the rules and constantly telling me to call her if I needed anything or if she wasn’t taking it well. Finally, I was alone with my sister at last. As I sat there I realized what I was going, I felt accomplished and more mature. She usually doesn’t do good with people other than her mom and dad, but I knew that would change. I was going to be the best big sister ever. When she needed help, she would come to me, and not her brother. It was my job now. Everything went well except the part where I had to change her diaper. I was considering letting her sit in it until my mom came home so she could change it, but thenthat wouldn’t make me a good big sister if I didn’t do my job my mom had trusted me doing. Throughout the night she cried a little bit here and there but after I put her down and my mom came home it was the greatest feeling ever that my first time when well. My mom told me I did good and that I could do it more often. I liked it being my first time but also my last time. My mom didn’t like that idea especially after I did such a great job watching my sister with no calls or texts towards my mom through the…
Also at home many things bother me. I have a sister who is seven years old. She finishes her homeworks early, and then disturbs everyone. I try to do my homework, but then my sister comes into my room, and starts…
When I returned the next day I had F’s in all classes and I lost my phone for the whole semester. The night I got home from the worst day of school I asked my mom if I could go to the football game. She told me I couldn’t go because my grades were low. I told her it wasn’t my fault but she told me that I needed to stay home and study. I thought about it and it made me more aggravated every time I thought about it.…
My brother jumped out the bus, I decided not to, so I told the bus driver to let me off at the taxi stand.my dad saw me, asked why I’m not at home doing my chores. I had no response. My brother was crying out, he was in pain. My dad and I, walk up to my brother to assist him. Dad was very angry, because my brother jumped out the bus, and we both did not do our chores.…
Since I have started middle school, the one thing I’ve noticed is the large amount of homework that has been assigned not only on week days but also on weekends. I am usually confused to what I am supposed to be doing in class and with the work that I bring home. I have never been very good at understanding and then explaining my work load to my mom at home and she has tried to help me as best as she can by calling my classmates or looking up the school website, even emailing my teachers. So, on a Friday my english teacher gives us an assignment for the weekend. Read the two argumentative essay and pick who I side with. Then write it up. When I first read over the two essays, Putting Parents in Their Place: Outside Class, and Letter from a “Concerned Mother”, I really liked the idea to keep parents out of the middle school classroom. So I brought my assignment home and asked my mom how I was to begin my essay. My mom reread the instructions to me and it said, “…choose an approach to the subject that matters to you…”. By that time I had forgot that I was to make an argument for or against parent involvement in school. So I picked a completely different topic than what my teacher had said in class and wrote up my paper for school. Well, I got it completely wrong. So my mom who was really annoyed with me emailed my teacher for clarification. At this point I started talking to my sister about who’s side I should take between the two essays. My sister looks at me and says, “Look at what mom is doing for you. What do you think?” My sister was right. Our mom does help us as much as she can but she still tries to give us our space at the same time. I believe that parents should be able to volunteer in classrooms because it offers a support base for the teachers and students, sends a positive message that they consider school important and it allows interaction between teachers and parents…
First of all, she made my kindness to become responsibility. In the first year of college, I studied aboard so my dear classmates became my roommates. I would like to cook for my roommates because they didn’t know cooking, and it might also save us some money. However, after months my compassion made Ivy think that cooking was my responsibility. It went bad when she started to complain about all of our outside meal; “You must prepared meal for us, that’s your duty, and you have enough free time to cook everyday”, she said. That make me feel like I was her servant who paid for that job. In consequence, I hate her from that time and everything turned out worse day by day.…
One of the most important people who influence my life and makes me me today is my brother. No matter when I got into troubles or seem to get into one, he has always been there to help me. He gets really strict with my homework and my grades more than my parents do. I remember when I was in kindergarten till grade 2 my brother would always search my school bag and read the homework book. He would then took out my homework and teach it to me. If there are some questions that he couldn’t do it too, he would keep it and ask mum later. After he left for England, I became very lazy and hardly did any homework at all. I got scolded by him through phone many times about it too. He has always been a very good brother to me and has taken care of me. That is why he is my role model and I love him the most. He is very important to me.…
Before the examinations came up and everyone was busy reviewing, if not was busy submitting requrements. There I was moping around, I simply had no energy to attend school with a positve outlook, unlike what I always did whenever I come to school. You see, I've come to a realization that I've been giving my trust to people quite easily, which results to me, at the end of day being rather moody and tweeting everything out. I have been wrong with treating this so-called friend too good. It was already late when I realized that she is just using me. I was blind to see that she just remembers me whenever she needs to borrow things, or to ask for favors. The time arrived when I needed help, so I ran to her and asked her. I was shocked that she became mad at me and said that I was selfish.…