...Understanding: Storytelling 1 – Objective 2 Read the selection, and then answer the questions that follow. (1) "It's going to be one of those days," Marek thought to himself as he looked up at the board labeled DEPARTURES. His flight was delayed. He thought back to how the day had begun. When he woke up, the sun had been shining brightly and robins that had built a nest outside his window were chirping loudly. He'd jumped out of bed, anxious to start the first day of his vacation. But he'd tripped over the clothes he'd carelessly dropped on the floor the night before and banged his knee on the closet door. (2) Now he sat at the airport thinking, "I guess I should have known this morning! Maybe it was an omen." He wasn't exactly sure what an omen...
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...to look for it. My father who was named Bret about fifty-two years ago is about six feet tall and has a graying mustache. He has dark brown hair, short of course, much like mine. My father is a baker and always came home smelling like donuts or cookie dough. His eyes are almost as blue as the sky itself and his smile will make anyone laugh with joy and love. Bret, my father, did not graduate college. But in all reality, this day in age that does not even matter anymore. He has gone so far in life and I believe this is because of all the hardship he has gone through in his life and even though the rough patches has brought him down in life from time to time, he always had a smile on and said that he will try again and again. He taught me that life will get rough and when you are at your worst, life will test you until you fight back and realize that it will all get better. He said "Time to get back up and try again." And I truly believe that is why, even as a baker in a Publix grocery store, that my dad is truly happy what he is doing. Happy because he knows that's what he loves doing, and that's all that matters. My father is tough and I've never seen him give...
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...Maureen’s Struggle When you are in a big family where is normally a sibling that grows up differently from all the others. They might look different or act different. It all depends on how you grow up. In the book The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, Maureen is the youngest out of the four siblings. Maureen turns out differently because she did not get enough attention. She grew up when the family was at their lowest. Maureen’s life was turbulent even before she was born. When they were on the way to Battle Mt. Dad and Dom got into a fight about how many months mom had been pregnant. Mom said, “I always carry children longer than most women!” (42). Mom got so angry that she bolted out of the car and ran into the darkness. “Dad...
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...father. In this case, my step- dad filled in the void, but the longing to have my biological dad in the picture was definite. I felt a gut wrenching pain every time I thought about this man. A pain so strong, only the love from him could take that pain away. He loved me with a string attached. Every time he walked away and disappeared for years, he snatched a piece of my heart way with him. Being so young, timid, and naïve; I knew no better. I was just thinking maybe he was just busy, but no one is ever too busy for their children. My father built up my spirits in him, only to let them crumble. He raised me to dislike him unintentionally, but my heart is too big. I always gave him the benefit of the doubt. The day he married, was the last day I settled for his lies and betrayal. He married the Wicked Witch of the West, Cruella, but left his innocent kids to fade away in the memories of his irresponsibleness. Mid-Past… I am a senior in high school now, an impeccable straight “A” student, captain of two teams, and a state powerlifting champ. Everyone thought I had the world held high over my shoulders, when in fact the world was sitting my chest suffocating me, trying to swallow me whole. I focused all of my energy into my academics and extracurricular activities, just so I would focus on any issues I had. Of course, that last really long. I got a call from an unfamiliar number one day, normally I would not answer, but I did anyway. It was my dad. “Long time no hear big head”...
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...My five year old self was sitting in our living room, surrounded by my mom and siblings, talking to our dad on the phone. We were all extremely tired and my brother and I were up way past our bedtime. The only reason we were up so late was because my dad had called. It was a rare moment when my dad could actually talk to us all. When he wasn’t driving, he was partaking in his hard earned sleep. As a truck driver, he lives in the cab of his truck. It’s a rough and lonely life. That night, we were all so excited to be talking to him again, it had been weeks since the last time I had heard my dad’s voice. Everyone was trying to talk over each other to tell my dad about our soccer games and music concerts. Although you could hear the tiredness...
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...In the book the Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls has a serious of events and attention grabbers. I related to Jeanette when she said “I told him I would never lose faith in him and I promised myself that I never would” (pg 79). I can relate because my dad is my favorite person he probably is not the best person but he is my favorite person. My dad can do so much and does do so much but no matter what I will not lose faith in him. He might irritate me, make me mad, and make me cry but knowing no one else's is there for him I will always be. In the book the Glass Castle Jeannette family wasn't always supportive of what her dad was or the way he lied but she was always had a cover up and still thought no matter what he did he was always the...
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...The sun is not up yet when I get up. You can see the rays of light start to come over the top of the trees. I'm getting ready for a day of offshore fishing on my own, I grab 4 spinning reels and 2 shark fishing reels. I grab all the rods, a cooler, food, drinks, and ice and head down to the boat. Right before I leave the house I yell to my dad “ Dad, i’m taking the boat out, keep in touch.”. I get to the boat and put everything on the 18 foot bright red rescue boat, I put the ice in the cooler, the rods in the rod holders, and the food in the front storage compartment. I start the black Suzuki 20, check the gas and start down the canal. When I get out of the canal and into the bay I go to the end of the pier. When I get to the pier I throw...
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...When we lived in Battle Mountain, I managed to make a few friends who were sort of like my family. I was hiding somewhere small while playing hide and seek until Billy found where I was hiding and squeezed in with me. Billy started kissing me and touching me in a way I didn’t like. Back at home, Billy showed up and was yelling that he had raped me. It didn’t bother me that Billy said that because Billy was full of lies. I looked up the word in a dictionary and kind of understood the meaning of it. From my understandings it was rather bad, but i simply didn't care. I couldn't ask my dad the meaning of that word because I knew he wouldn’t be happy, so I kept it to myself. This wasn’t the first time someone has touched me in such an uncomfortable...
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...occur in a person’s life and so much can be extracted from each moment. People are not perfect, we all know that, and the greatest thing about human beings is that we can always learn from our mistakes no matter how large or small. One moment, to me, is particularly special. That was the moment I utterly knew what I wanted and I did what was best for me despite some consequences that came along with it. When I was 13, I had to make the decision whether to live with my mother or father. I grew up with my mother my entire life and grew accustomed to my new family with a step-dad, a half-sister, and my biological sister. I was happy, but I knew that my father and I had a bond that couldn’t compare to any other. I decided to give my dad a shot, just for us to live together, no girls in the house, just “guy time”. I moved from NC to FL to start my life over. Everything I knew and grew comfortable with was now out of the picture. Friends were gone, mom was gone, and family was gone. Everything I had ever known was gone. It was like moving to another country you’ve never been to. My dad would say he understood that I was homesick, that I missed my mother, and he always told me that “It’ll all fade in time.” I attempted to convince my mind that this was my new life, it just didn’t feel…right? I didn’t want to vocalize my stress; I had never seen my father so happy in my entire life. Each and every day felt like this feeling in my stomach was eating me away. I couldn’t even function on...
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...Professor Katz Paper 1 September 11, 2013 Court Appointed Special Advocates (CASA) Growing up I never understood why my sister and I were so different, at least in my dad’s eyes. The most painful thing was I knew that he loved my sister more than me. When I was bad I got a beating; when my sister was bad, I still got a beating. My mom would always be there to save me even though she knew it would cause a huge fight with my dad. Fortunately my mom was a smart woman and she divorced my dad. I remember the night my dad left like it was yesterday, and I don’t think I will ever forget. I don’t remember what exactly it was that made him so mad but I’m sure my sister and I were fighting like sisters do. My only really vivid memory of that night was my dad hitting me so hard he left bruise marks on my backside. I could hear my mom and dad fighting so I knew my mom saved me again. Then my dad got really mad at her and he grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into the pantry door so hard that both my mom and the pantry door came crashing to the floor. When I got up for school the next morning my dad was gone. Some children aren’t as lucky though and Child Protective Services has to remove them from a bad situation. When called to check on the welfare of children, if it is determined the children are in danger, CPS will place them in foster care. Their parents must go to court ordered classes and pass random drug tests to prove that they can provide a safe environment for...
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...ordinary teen with an extra twist. I have a gift, yet to be revealed. A gift that no-one else can understand. Not a single soul knows about my gift. People might see it as a curse. A curse from God. Maybe a test, a test of courage, strength and determination. But now that’s for you to decide. I, Jason Hood, can see the unseen. Yes, I can see ‘dead people’ as others put it. They may be dead, but I prefer the term ‘ghosts’ or ‘spirits’. I believe that souls remain on human earth after death because they have unfinished business. Hunting for their murderer or needing to desperately pass on a message. And that is why I was born. To be the messenger or person who helps to search for the murderer of such spirit. And quite frankly, I love it. When I was just a child I used to see people around me with bullets through them, heads chopped off cradled in one arm, burnt kids, rope slung around their neck, and once…a man. A tall man, with a mask plastered to half his face. He was tortured; his face cut off and once he escaped his torturers, he hid his face beneath a mask to hide all past. Scary it was. I can be walking down a corridor at school and walk round a corner and see a spirit standing there, watching me. As if I know something they want to hear. Anyways, about me, I’ve been told I’m good-looking; it’s definitely an answer for all the girls following me at school and flirting away with me. Sadly, I’m not interested. I’m tall; 6 foot maybe, brown hair with a fringe; I could put...
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...Looking back of the memories; my dad’s smile, laugh, and all of our adventure’s is what I pictured. My heart was shattered and it was unfathomable to believe that my dad was possibly gone forever. A memory stuck out to me a month before my dad went missing. We were at the cabin sledding down the steep hills, laughing, feeling inevitably euphoric and stuck in time. The sun was shining through the trees and I remember looking up at the sky, seeing it was clear blue as I layed down in the snow, with my sled beside me. I could hear dad laughing, running down the hill to lay next to me, with that gigantic smirk on his face, “Cheyanne i’ll be right there!.” And thinking about that makes my heart smile because I know he was happy as he can be, as I was too. Time is fleeting by as it seemed because on April 10, 2010, the case of my dad was already forgotten from everyone. Everyone gave up on finding him and it was impossible to move forward when there was no evidence or tracks of him, so the case ended. After a couple years, the memories of my dad faded, I lost hope of him being found, and I was still in deep shock. I had forgotten his smile, his laugh, everything about him. I went to school everyday after he passed away...
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...Death is something I've gotten use to over the last few years. So use to it that it doesn't really effect me. I first truly met death when I was 10 and my Grandfather died. It wasn't the first time I lost a family member, as both our dogs died in the years before. I didn't find out he died till three days after, on the day on the funeral. I cried a lot then and didn't want to talk to anyone either. At the time it was the worse feeling in the world. I didn't know how much worse it could be. 7 months later my younger brother dies during a normal visit to the hospital. I was 11 at the time and can still remember every detail when I found out. It was around 11:30 in the morning on the weekend, I was on the computer playing a paintball game on Roblox...
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...Influences I’ve seen the light in which my parents possess; I’ve watched over the years it dwindles. I’ve learned that love can kill who you were. My dad has intelligence in many areas, but lacks common sense in others. Neglecting his intelligence on a daily hoping to cope with a bottle. Until his vision is impaired his heart is in fragments. My mother is a broken soul, but not the typical type. She lost herself a long time ago and I watched her go. She’s so loving even though when she’s hurt she still tries, and being open minded is a characteristic I adopted from her at youth. I don’t know her whole story, but in her poems, I see my words and how I relate to the world just as she does. She was a born hustler…doing everything in her power...
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...called Red Tongue Jurgis because of his love for the sweet red shots. The two boys are living a normal life with the daily enjoyments of going to the cinema and a walk to the railway. Doug is living in a small town with his mom and dad, and his brother Skip. The life is good, and the news of the circus coming to town makes the smiles on Doug and RT´s faces even bigger. As the excitement gets bigger, the closer the circus gets to the small town and Doug is dying of delight. The two boys decides to go do the railway to see the circus arriving, and the looks of the big animals and the clumsy clowns surprises the two young boys in a way they have never tried. But when the two boys come home, they find Doug’s dad in shock of what he have read in the paper. Headlines with the word “Atom-bomb” and “Cold war” makes the father scared of what might come out of the war that is unfolding. The family situation gets more and more stressed as the dad reads aloud from the paper. The family is in shock, but the two boys are not in the same mood as the two parents. They can’t relate to what is happening around them and what might happen if something goes wrong. This really shows the difference of how the two boys look at the world, and how Doug’s parents react when they see the article in the paper. The two grown-ups get all worked up and scared about what might happen,...
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