...Tejeda1 Nick Tejeda Period 1 Watching my sister This day is going to be like any other day. I have to go to school which sometimes I don’t really want to go. After school I usually take the bus but sometimes I walk. When I get home I go in my room I take off my school clothes and put my home clothes. At this time my mom is at work and my dad is at work. So it’s usually my grandma and my sister home when I get there. My grandma is always making food before i get home from school. She makes different things every day. My sister is always playing with her dolls she yells at me when I go to say hi to her. My grandma barely leaves the house so she is always watching my sister. My sister gives my grandma a hard time so she is always yelling at my sister. When my mom and dad come home my grandma tells them about how my sister gave her a hard time. Now I watch my sister so now she gives me a hard time. At least I’m helping my parents with watching my sister. My sister never listens to me when i tell her not to do something she does it anyways. My sister is always mean to me she loves to mess with me. I can’t yell at her because she goes and tell my mom. So I have to be nice to her all the time. I’m always trying ways to get back at her but they never work. Now I’m going to give up on getting back at her and trying to be nice to my sister. When my mom and dad come home its there turn to watch my sister. I usually ask my parents if i can hang out with my friends. They usually say yes so...
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...Throughout my life, my sisters, Bethany and Merridee, have always been there for me. Through thick and thin, they would always be there to support, advise, and comfort me. I know that my sisters have undoubtedly shaped the growth of my character and boosted my confidence to formulate me to be the person I am today. During my younger years, I felt overlooked because I was the little brother. I felt the expectation to follow the paths of my two older sisters was beyond the bounds of my abilities. I noticed them doing exceptionally well in high-caliber classes, such as AP Calculus, and at the time I thought that was unattainable for myself! I was discouraged because at that time, I was only taking 7th grade math and had trouble understanding it. I thought to myself, “How could I ever be as good as them, if I can’t even remember the Pythagorean Theorem?” So, before my oldest sister left for college, she wrote me a letter and told me not to open it until she left. I saved that letter and still cherish it to this day, for she wrote about all of her struggles in high school and insisted for me not to give up on myself. She told me that while my parents seem strict, they were only looking out for us. She reminded me that I needed to learn to trust in my own abilities. She told me not to worry because I was one of the smartest people she knew for my age. She wrote many more thoughtful things about me and her advice was golden. If it were not for that letter, I would not have ended up...
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...when I overcame my adversary, how I overcame it, and who was there to help me along on my journey. I was about eleven the first time it happened. I was with my oldest sister celebrating New Years with her and her boyfriend. She had just graduated high school and was living with him, his little brother, and his parents out in the middle of nowhere. My sister, her boyfriend, his brother and I were all drinking and smoking what I believe was pot. I knew better, but it’s hard to say no when they are making fun of you. I did it. I remember feeling frazzled and not in control. I hated every second of it. Midnight rolls around and my sister tells me she has to go to work, and that she is leaving me there. I argue with her repeatedly over just taking me home. I was terrified to stay there without her. She told me if she took me home that we would all get into trouble because I drank and because she let me. I did not want to get into trouble, and I did not want her to get into trouble. I...
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... My inspiration is a unique person. She is a strong intelligent person who has been through so much in her life and she is still standing. She has helped me get through a lot of things in my life. Antonia has given me a lot of strength, faith and hope in my life. She is the author of the novel "Priceless Inspirations." Antonia Carter-Wright is my inspiration. A year ago my sister went to jail for murder. I was devastated when I found out. My family really took that horrible situation to heart. I cried and cried for days. I was always down never smiled nor did I talk to anyone. Everyone tried to talk to me. I felt horrible. Deep down inside I felt like everything was my fault. A lot of negative things always ran through my head. I was going through so much pain. My sister means the world to me. She is my other half. We did everything together and it just hurt me to know that she was going to be locked up for a while. It hurt me a lot. People used to walk around and talk about my sister, and what she did. Why she did it. There were so many rumors going around that everybody believed a different rumor. It really made me angry when I found out those people was talking about my sister. I just did not understand why people talked about the situation when they did not even know the honest truth about everything that really happened. The pain and the stress got worst over the months. It was killing me because I was not able to see my big sister. She was the...
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...It was my sister birthday we went to her favorite place to eat it called Texas roadhouse. It a good place to eat so it took a long time to get in. it was my sister and my little sister it was my older sister birthday and my other 4 cousin came with us to.We order are food it just like any other time you had a birthday at the Texas place they sing to you and let u ride little horse a give u a hat with ice cream. when that we all over we were going to my grandpas house ok in there was seven kids and some times are mom or aunt and are grandma forgets sometimes that there is more than just 1 kid. My older sister it her birthday and she decide to go to the bathroom and all the kids were playing when we were outside and we are in the parking...
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...Rachael Smith, my sister. Her death was ruled as a homicide. The cause of death of my sister was determined the day she was found. Rachael had been intentionally drowned to death. However, the detectives on her case could not identify the suspect. Even six months after her death, they still could not crack the case. The mystery of the murder of my sister was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to figure out who killed Rachael Smith. I had seen my sister just in the morning on the day she was killed. Rachael had seemed her normal self. I had not suspected anything was wrong with her. We had gone to breakfast on the boardwalk. She ordered her usual two chocolate chip pancakes and a side order of beacon. After breakfast, we went to visit our mother who was in the hospital. Our mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer eight months prior. The doctors said she should die any day now, and my sister and I were at peace with the thought of our mother being with our father in heaven. Our mother knew her days were numbered, so during our visit at the hospital, she decided to have her attorney read her will aloud to us before she died. Since my...
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...and listen to me for once.” Kim pleaded to me. “Gimi a second,” I responded. Half an hour after the door slammed. I lift my head up for a millisecond to realize it was my girlfriend, Kim, who had left. “Darn it! I have to call her, as soon as I respond to this blog,” I said to myself. The grumbling in my stomach for hours after reminded me that I needed to eat. I really have to shake this addiction. My last three girlfriends left me because my addiction. I hardly communicate with my family because of my addiction but I LOVE this world. I LOVE the adventure, the challenges and the technological devices….it is like heaven to me. I have to own the latest technological device or else I will go crazy but I am already technologically crazy. Keys penetrating the doors brought me back to reality “Wow yuh eating!” my sister greeted me. “What’s for dinner ipod or laptop salad,” she asked mockingly. I responded with a daggering stare and turned my back. I booted my laptop and resumed life in my world. I won’t be bothered by my parents. They were gone for the weekend. I will be in my zone and my annoying sister in hers. I retired to my room soon after. Ignoring my numerous assignment deadlines, I plopped on my bed. ‘It is now 7pm.’ I heard my speaking clock proudly announcing. I ignored it while sticking my best friend-my earphones in my ears. Ahh my world! I smiled as I ventured into the world of my latest Android Tablet. I pulled one side of the headset from my ears, I am sure...
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...AND TWO BOYS Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto 2009024361 ABSTRACT Looking at my little cousin, ideas flew into my head-why can’t I put down something about children on paper? How can I show what goes on in the mind of children? How do children see the grown one in the world? As I have imagined all these things, I discovered that I can show this view through a play (drama). This play tried in the way it can to show the world view of children between the ages of five and seven, how the adults have influenced them and what(how) they perceive their actions, characters and utterances. The language of the characters is as the languages of the children in Nigerian society. Their languages are always simple and to some extent lack syntactic and semantic organization. But to depict and maintain the interest of the reader, some touches are made in some aspects of their utterances’. We should understand that in the world we live today- children also have a room in it; therefore we should in all ramifications make them understand the essence of life through our behavior, actions and utterances. We might ignore them but they are always sensitive about their environment-we (adults) are part of their environment. Characters GIRLS Chioma Chizzy Ngozi Angela- Ugonna’s sister BOYS Ugonna- Angela’s brother Chukwuma MOVEMENT ONE (Two little girls are in front of a compound playing...
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...What does family Mean to me? Some people would answer that question saying is all about having a mother and a father who love and care for you. But to me is all about having at least a mom or dad who loves and cares for me. In my family my mom my dad got divorced when I was about 18 months old. I lived with my mom during the week and my dad on the weekends. It was just my sister and me until my brother was born at my mom's in 2007 and then my other brother was born at my dads also in 2007. It was just the 4 of us until 2014 when my youngest brother was born at my dad's house. My sister and I went back and forth from my mom’s during the week and my dad's on the weekend for about 12 years. My sister and I always liked it at my mom's better than my dads. Why we like it at my mom’s is because we like how my mom cares and doesn't blame everything on my sister and me. Why we didn't like it at my dads is because he always blames everything on my sister and I,...
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... This is a story about me and my sister. I mean my non biological sister. We came from different blood, different mom and dad. Yet we consider each other as a sister. We’ve been sisters for almost 16 years. We lived in the same place. We go to the same school, we enrolled in the same sections. I know her well. I know...
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...again. It felt like there's another person replaced by her soul. I just wished that we hadn’t done such a stupid idea and visited that place... Emily Ayden was a fascinating soul that inspired her friends to have a better attitude towards life. She was always looking for an adventure with a fearless attitude. On the other hand, Emily's roommate knew it, because she came from a barbarian family. Victoria felt envious toward Emily’s barbarian beauty, and always tried to copy anything she did, hoping that she could look just as beautiful. Waking up to the ringing of the alarm clock set on my bedside table, I put on my glasses and headed to the bathroom to get ready before Emily wake up. She always got angry if she woke up and I was not done with the bathroom, since she took forever to get ready no matter what the occasion is. The bell rang indicating that the first period had started, and I hurried to my first class thinking about some plans for tonight since it was Friday the thirteenth. After attending four classes, the nuns dismissed all the students to get ready for tonight. While everyone strolled away excited for their plans, Emily and I walked to our dorm hoping that we could find something to do tonight. "Can we please visit the cemetery next to us?" Emily said eagerly, hoping I would agree to go to the HAUNTED cemetery next to our orphanage. I just couldn’t believe she was this crazy, but I added courageously "We can drop by and come back before the sunsets since we have nothing...
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...and listen to me for once.” Kim pleaded to me. “Gimi a second,” I responded. Half an hour after the door slammed. I lift my head up for a millisecond to realize it was my girlfriend, Kim, who had left. “Darn it! I have to call her, as soon as I respond to this blog,” I said to myself. The grumbling in my stomach for hours after reminded me that I needed to eat. I really have to shake this addiction. My last three girlfriends left me because my addiction. I hardly communicate with my family because of my addiction but I LOVE this world. I LOVE the adventure, the challenges and the technological devices….it is like heaven to me. I have to own the latest technological device or else I will go crazy but I am already technologically crazy. Keys penetrating the doors brought me back to reality “Wow yuh eating!” my sister greeted me. “What’s for dinner ipod or laptop salad,” she asked mockingly. I responded with a daggering stare and turned my back. I booted my laptop and resumed life in my world. I won’t be bothered by my parents. They were gone for the weekend. I will be in my zone and my annoying sister in hers. I retired to my room soon after. Ignoring my numerous assignment deadlines, I plopped on my bed. ‘It is now 7pm.’ I heard my speaking clock proudly announcing. I ignored it while sticking my best friend-my earphones in my ears. Ahh my world! I smiled as I ventured into the world of my latest Android Tablet. I pulled one side of the headset from my ears, I am sure...
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...between me and my younger sister, we are not nearly the same person. We both have our own characteristics that shape us to be the person we are, most of these traits we have are not similar. We are not the same when it comes to our personality and we are definitely not treated them same when it comes to our parent's expectations of us. We do not have the same outlook on life and we rarely ever agree on anything. I do believe being the younger child can sometimes be a challenge but I cannot compare it to being the eldest. Being the eldest is a challenge especially when you are expected to resolve every situation that occurs between you and your sibling. Whenever my and I sister...
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... Apr. 26, 2012 I Believe I believe in the power of sisterhood. My childhood was wonderful. My immediate family was small, but we were very close. I was privileged to have both of my parents in my life. Most of all I was proud to have an older sister. My sister and I had to do everything together when we were young. It was funny to me, because she was the oldest and she did not want to take me everywhere she went. Still, she was the best big sister a girl could have. Michelle loved me and protected me wherever we went. I remember her saying things to tease me like big sisters do, but there were times when she lifted me up when I was down. I thought I was a “fat kid”, and she reminded me how beautiful I was on the inside and out. As we got older we grew closer. She began asking me could she go wherever I was going. The tables had turned, but I didn’t mind, I wanted her to be with me all the time. She would laugh and crack jokes, but the one thing that I admired about her was her ability to lead. She received good grades in school and she was a great basketball player. She was a great role model. I was very glad to have had a sister and I loved her very much. We even attended the same college because I couldn’t be without her influence everyday. It was a scary feeling to leave home for college, but as long as my sister was there I felt at ease. We had our own apartment together and we lived the college life. It was...
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...issue with my mother regarding my sister temporarily staying at my place. Prior to my sister coming to the city I had explained to her that I did not have the room to accommodate her and my nephew so she would have to stay somewhere else, but I had no problem with her staying a few nights if she wanted to. My sister arranged for her and her son to stay with another sister. However, once she arrived there, she felt like her home was uninhabitable for her to stay; I agreed that she could stay over for a few days until she worked on other options. In the meantime, she had already had her belongings coming from Tampa, Fl. Once my mother informed her that her things would be arriving the following day, she decided to go to New York to visit with friends and leave the responsibility on me to decide where her things would go. I had no room for them to come in my apartment once they were off the truck. My feeling was that since my sister had decided she no longer wanted to live with my mother and move from Tampa to Houston, TX, she then made the choice to be responsible for herself. Having to decide where she was going to live and making sure her things got there was not my responsibility and I did not want to do it while she went to NY and to me, did not care what happened to her things. My mother yelled at me and accused me of being selfish and not wanting to help my sister. She completely misunderstood my point of view on the issue, and I felt that she was giving my sister a pass to...
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