...The one person I look up to the most is my mother. She is a very hardworking and caring mom who is always there for me when I need her. Every time I have a problem or have a bad day, she is the person that makes everything better. I know I can trust her with anything, and to me that’s one characteristic that is very important. My mother has always given me wise advice. She has taught me so many things that will help me through life. She has always told me to stand up for what I believe in and not let others persuade me. She is always faithful and always there to listen. I know I can always count on her with anything. `One characteristic that stand out the most is her caring attitude toward us. She puts us children first in front of herself. Always making sure we are having a good day, and having food on the table when we come home. She has always helped me with school and I can remember when I was younger she would stay up all night helping me study for all my tests for school the next day. I remember a time when I was in middle school; I was having a lot of difficulty with my friends. They would constantly start drama and I would be in tears coming home from school. My mom was the one person who would give me the best advice on how to deal with the situation she would always be there to tell me everything is going to be okay. She has even helped me out with my hard breakups with boyfriends. She is the one person that knows when something is wrong. Recently, I just broke up with...
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...The one person I look up to the most is my mother. She is a very hardworking and caring mom who is always there for me when I need her. Every time I have a problem or have a bad day, she is the person that makes everything better. I know I can trust her with anything, and to me that’s one characteristic that is very important. My mother has always given me wise advice. She has taught me so many things that will help me through life. She has always told me to stand up for what I believe in and not let others persuade me. She is always faithful and always there to listen. I know I can always count on her with anything. `One characteristic that stand out the most is her caring attitude toward us. She puts us children first in front of herself. Always making sure we are having a good day, and having food on the table when we come home. She has always helped me with school and I can remember when I was younger she would stay up all night helping me study for all my tests for school the next day. I remember a time when I was in middle school; I was having a lot of difficulty with my friends. They would constantly start drama and I would be in tears coming home from school. My mom was the one person who would give me the best advice on how to deal with the situation she would always be there to tell me everything is going to be okay. She has even helped me out with my hard breakups with boyfriends. She is the one person that knows when something is wrong. Recently, I just broke up...
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...I never thought that exorcism would look this scary, but I knew if she tried to escape, it would never go away. It was like taking out a soul and replacing it again and 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...
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...know about me, without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before. Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece—all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and putit out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round—more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’t stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back. The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost...
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...with someone. It all started in June during Badger Connection. That’s where I met Brittany Dyson. We spent the entire day together where we really learned a lot about each other. Brittany is from New Orleans, Louisiana where she graduated top of her class. We left Badger Connection being really good friends. We kept in contact over the rest of the break. Once school started we were right back where we started. We hung out a lot during the first week of school. Everyone thought that we were dating because we spent so much time together. We were not dating. One night we were sitting in the lobby in Toolen Hall watching “House M.D,” and she leans over and kisses me. It got so awkward that she left Toolen and I didn’t see her for two days. During those two days I started to think about our friendship and the kiss just kept playing over and over inside of my head. When I finally saw her again it was still pretty awkward between us, but I swallowed it and just talked to her. I told her that I had feelings for her and she told me the same. That day we decided to date. Dating lasted all of three days, then we decided to become official. Our friends were relived because it killed all of the tension in the air. It has been a week since we started dating. I made a promise to her that I would never keep a secret from her so I told her to ask me anything she wanted to know that we didn’t discuss and then I asked her if she had anything that she wanted to tell me and she said no. Later on...
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...between knowledge and beliefs? We all believe we do, but are we sure? Every day we use our senses to observe the world around us, which helps us to determine if what we see, feel, and touch is real. But in our daily lives we also have beliefs that we except because of our innate ability to reason. Because of this I agree with recent philosophers when they say that knowledge is “justified true belief.” (Solomon & Higgins, 2010) The Love We Share We all share our love with family members or our spouses. Some people even share their love with their pets. Is it returned? I feel it is. As a child I felt that love came from my mother. It was a love that was always there no matter what I did. I just knew she cared whether I understood why she did or not. But as I grew I began to feel what the depth of her love meant to me. She was always there when I needed her to be. She helped me through the hard times as well as the good ones. All I had to do was to ask and she would do what she could. For this I feel her love was unconditional. It was not until she became sick with cancer that I realized what her love really was to me. Because even being sick it did not change. She was still willing to give to me what she could. For all my life I have loved this woman and she me. With the thought of her sickness possibly taking her from me, I began to weigh what I might lose. The Reasons We Share The thought of my mother leaving me made me wonder if our love would continue...
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...born. My parents were never a legitimate couple. My mother was a 28 year old woman with a 10 year old son, and even though she was legally married her and her husband weren’t together. As for my father he was a much older man living in the next town with his wife. Now my mother never made up any stories about their situation, it was a mutually beneficial relationship. He wanted her for her beauty and body, and she wanted to be taken care of financially. During the same time my grandfather became very ill and had to stay in the hospital for an extended amount of time. When my grandmother and mother went to visit him he had become somewhat delusional because of all the medication he was on. He asked my mother to stop her baby from crying, but she was confused because there was no baby in sight. When she proceeded to ask him what he was talking about he told her he was talking about her baby girl. At that time my mother had no idea whatsoever that she was pregnant with me. So when she took a test and found out she was pregnant, she was beyond surprised because there weren’t any symptoms. Then she told my father and told her to get an abortion because he already had a family and wouldn’t be able to be there for the child. Despite what he told her my mother didn’t have an abortion because she felt as though I was special because my grandfather had in a sense “saw” me before I was born. Who has been most influential to you? Why? I had a very difficult time in my early years growing up...
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...Norton Anthology remind me of a great deal about the women in today’s society. Women today and from the past had to face the same hardships. They had to rise up from their invisible constraints just to gain their equality. Women always had to fight to gain their gender liberation. I would like to compare my mom to Queen Elizabeth. My mom always reminded me of a military mom. She was very strict in her ways, even when it came to the dinner table. I remember she told me I could not have juice until I finished eating all my food. Even to this day I eat mostly all of my food, before I drink any kind of liquids. I tell people do not blame me, blame my mom. She made sure that she would not baby me in any way. My mom made sure to raise a man. When she saw me being picked on one day she made sure I would fight them no matter how big they are. She always told me life was hard. There will always be challenges in your life, but you do not run away from them. I guess she was talking from personal experience about when she found out she was pregnant. She did not run or hide from the fact she was having a child. She embraced it and acknowledged the fact that she was basically going to be a single mother. My father was always in and out of jail, so she knew she could not depend on him. In the same way I am like my mom. We are both realists. I hate when someone say they are going to do something, and they do not do it. My mom told me that a man does not lie...
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...change the world, but she is still my hero When I was asked who my hero is, without hesitation, I knew my answer would be my mother. A hero to me is someone who you look up to, someone that you can model yourself after. Someone who sets an example for you with a good set of morals and values. While most people think a hero must be a famous person ,others think normal people could be too. Despite the fact that my mother didn't have to overcome impossible obstacles, nor does she have an astonishing success story she is still my hero. A hero to me is a person that is there for you no matter what; they will always be by your side even if times do get tough. My mom has never left my side, and I know she will always be there for me whether I am upset and crying or I am celebrating a new accomplishment in my life. I have never met someone who is so selfless as her. She has always put me first in her life and done everything she could in order to be the best mother and give me the best life. Putting up with me is not easy. I am moody, stubborn, and at times I think I know everything as If I were 100 year old . My mother and I don’t have the perfect relationship. Even though we get in arguments and disagree on a lot of things ,we always make up by the end of the day because we both know we couldn’t live without each other. When I think of a hero whose personality is brave, strong, hardworking, trustworthy, and unselfish, I find my mom has all of those qualities. She has been setting examples...
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...#4 Halloween Special.Sorry guys for the wait.I finally got a video for you all its 14 mins and 39 seconds long,and its a dozy.I know its been awhile since my last post and i hope this makes up for it things have been crazy with life things,this being the holidays,and my computer is acting up,been have problems with it lately.Anyway to the story. Btw Ill try and upload another video either today or tomorrow. So i got a phone call from my friend called me on Halloween(this is only after a few days after video #3 happened) & asked if i wanted to go out to a Halloween Party that night after he gets off work.I said sure and he said he would have to drive because it was out in the country and since i haven't been there before.He asked me where i wanted to meet him at when he comes to pick me up,i thought for a second and a lighting bolt struck in my head.I said id wait at his house for him since he had to go there anyway and change into his costume.He agreed and my evil plan was already in motion.Ms.Shore always celebrates Halloween she once told me it was one of her favorite holidays and she always dresses up and hands out candy.Last year she dressed in a sexy bumble bee costume with black shiny tights,ballerina shoes,and her hair styled like a honey comb.Ive been to her house every Halloween just to see what she dresses as and she always has worn nylon,pantyhose,tights,knee highs, especially for Halloween.So i dressed casual with my favorite blue Jeans and favorite dress shirt...
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...“I’m dying” she said it as if she were talking about the weather. She was leaning against a tree, her eyes looked at the autumn leaves and the red scarf she bought danced in the warm wind. “Wh-What!?” I asked, not sure I heard her right, or expecting her to smirk and tell me that she wanted to see my reaction. I would give her a thorough beating if that was the case. Death was not something to joke about. She finally looked at me, really looked at me, she was serious. “Rowyn, I’m dying.” Those words stabbed me, they pierced through all my defences that no enemy had been able to bypass before. “You-you can’t just joke like that Aeryn,” I gave a weak laugh, that caught in my throat. “You seem perfectly fine to me.” I was so panicky I smiled. She...
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...sister Christine. When I was younger, she was the one I observed and learned from. She did crazy stunts that I would never dare to do. As we grew older together, we became closer. Aunt Ida, our mother, had never told us what her life was like. Of course the question of who our father was came up numerous times, but she always avoided the question. It was hard to believe that we had the same parents because we looked so much alike. Christine and I were inseparable, that is until Dayton came along. I started doing everything with Dayton, and leaving out Christine a little more at a time. I could tell she was jealous, seeing me pick Dayton over her, but I did nothing about it. He wasn’t from around here, he was new and interesting, but I liked him. He didn’t know our language or our background, but I didn’t mind. Sometimes I would catch him looking at Christine in a funny way. I wasn’t sure what he was seeing or looking for. I didn’t know if there was anything between them, and I really didn’t want to. Aunt Ida was always proud of me being a good student, but it was the other way around with Christine. Teachers never wanted to put up with her. Christine and I would talk our language with Aunt Ida, but otherwise we would proudly speak English with each other. Christine had big dreams for me, but the rodeo was my favorite thing. All over eastern Montana I was known. Aunt Ida and Christine never came to watch, only wished me good luck and waved good bye. I would...
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...companion though. She wasn't another person. She was my pet cat, Squeaky. Squeaky had been a part of the family for as long as I could remember. She was with me since I was two and a half years old. At that time in my life, I didn't see Squeaky as anything but another play toy. But as I grew older, I saw that she was much more than a toy. In March of 1991, we moved. The adults in the family were busy packing things up and transporting them to the new house. My grandma was entertaining my sister and me. After the last load was unpacked, Mom realized that Squeaky wasn't at the new house. My cousins jumped in the car and went back to pick up my very frightened cat. Once she was in the new house, she immediately darted upstairs. She found comfort among my belongings. There she stayed until my aunts and uncles left. When she realized it was only my immediate family left, she began to wander about. She made sure all of our stuff had made it safely. She seemed to understand that this was to be our new home and gave her approval. She wasn't your ordinary cat. Of course she looked like any other cat with her long white fur and patches of brown and black spots. But there was more to Squeaky than her appearance. She had a personality that made her seem almost human. If I ever had a problem and needed someone to talk to, Squeaky seemed to always be there to listen. In high school, it seemed like I was always in disagreement with one of my friends. My emotions would be eating me up inside and...
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...On a day to day basis, we are influenced by something, or someone that has a lasting effect in our lives. The fondest memories of my life have all been influenced by family members. To my belief, my mother Roslyn Stephens is one of the most influential. I appreciate my mother and all that she has sacrificed just to supply for me. When I describe my mother, there is nothing critical about it; it is all admiration. She is currently a Registered Nurse and is continuing school to achieve her Masters degree. She works with elderly patients who are very close to meeting the angel of death. My mother goes from house to house to supply medication to the elders in hopes of delaying their meeting with the angel of death. Seeing her at work is very awe-inspiring, especially her ability to put the elders at ease; knowing that their fate is inevitable. Every single one of her patients adores and trusts her; she is truly gifted with emotional intelligence. She has the ability to walk in a room, find the bleakest person there, and make them smile. This is where I inherited my compassionate trait from. If I see someone that is uncomfortable or dejected, I feel as though it is my responsibility to put their mind, soul, and mood at peace. When she smiles, it is as if she is using all her might just to see if it could get bigger. Her eyes are a russet brown like the skin of a winter apple, full of warmth and compassion. Her skin, a shade of brown, like the sand dunes of an Egyptian sunset...
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...amazing cooks. I visit with them all the time. I might as well just live at their house because I’m always there. My grandma isn’t a milk and cookies grandma. My grandma’s name is Sandy, well actually it’s Sandra but everyone just calls her Sandy. She is my dad’s mother. She is only in her early sixties but looks like she is only fifty. She looks and acts younger. She has short blonde hair and is around 5’5” and wears contacts most of the time. She has blue eyes but she sometimes wears green contacts and I tell her how I’m jealous of her blue eyes and she tells me that she’s jealous of my long eyelashes. She has worked at a bank all my life and at one point she was the president of the Collinsville Building and Loan, but now she works at Federal Community Bank in Collinsville. She is a very brilliant woman with a wide vocabulary. I love talking to her just because I love to hear the difference in the language use between her and me. She has a very wide vocabulary and I use a lot of slang terms. You can definitely see the difference in the generations. She is the kind of person that doesn’t judge a book by its cover. She gets to know someone first and even after that she doesn’t judge anybody. She tells me all the time that life is too short to have enemies so just be friends with everybody and if your personalities don’t click then find someone else. I try to live my life like that, but sometimes I catch myself still judging people. She has taught me a lot of what I know today...
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