I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
The Glass Castle and jennet walls and I kinda have something in common, she had a pretty dysfunctional family with christmases and moving a lot. Jennet had many obstacles she had to go through with moving all the time she had to make new friends she was bullied her parents didn't have a whole lot of money so they had to skimp with things like christmas. She had siblings that she had to look out for since her parents were kinda neglective. This didn't stop her from being successful in her life though she is now happily married and she know has a different look out on life then most of use from growing up on the streets she doesn't take anything for granted.
My personal Artifact is a baseball my son and I caught at the Giants game. It is white, round, has red stitches, and is smooth when new, but when we caught it it was beat up and the blue writing on it was smeared. A baseball is small and light in size. It can be thrown at speeds up to 100 MPH, or hit at at speeds higher than 100MPH, so when playing the game or watching you should be paying attention at all times. A baseball is made of a rubber or cork center, wrapped in yarn very tight, covered by white leather with red stitching around the out side, making it a very hard ball.
The Pad is a burger place in north Topeka. The Pad has been in the same place for the last forty or so years. It is a medium sized building with its sign out front being a rocket ready to launch. Most days The Pad is not that crowded, but always has a good amount of people there. Many families have been going to The Pad for generations.
One night, I woke up to my sister screaming; her body was drenched in sweat, and she repeatedly said, “I can’t move my legs”. I was young then and didn’t understand what she meant. I slowly lifted the covers off of her legs. They looked perfectly normal to me, so I asked her to wiggle her toes. Thirty seconds went by, and no movement occurred; she says, “I really can’t move my legs”.
One food I have learned to despise is most definitively Jell-O. Throughout my childhood, I have been obsessed with my mom’s homemade strawberry Jell-O. Every time my mom made it I would have several cups within a few hours. The moment I began to dislike Jell- O was around the age of 10. I was feeling sick and was just getting over a very horrible stomach flu. I had just woken up from a long nap and hadn’t eaten anything all day, and I could smell strawberry Jell-O throughout the whole house.
Wait a moment, let me back the story up a little ways. It was Tuesday the tenth of March, and I was in my tiny bedroom with my eldest brother Clarence, my smallest brother Henry, my eldest, and only sister Ella Mary, and lastly me, Mabel. My throat was irritating me, and had I been sick this day. My siblings did not want to be around me incase it is a dreadful virus. So I was sleeping on the ground.
My Coke Bottle I have been lucky enough to live a very privileged life. My parents both work hard to provide an upper middle class lifestyle for me and my siblings. We live in a spacious house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I have attended private school my entire life.
Sofa In the corner of my memory lies a dilapidated, black sofa— my only loyal friend who had looked past my ethnicity and continuously supported me. Although I had always yearned to create a multitude of unbreakable friendships, fate was not on my side. Throughout my childhood, I have been unable to deepen the bond with my peers during after school hours due to my low socioeconomic status.
While I was trying to think of what my parents would say to me I heard a knock on the main door. I looked where I was sitting and saw long strands of hair surrounding me. I hastily grabbed the mini trashcan in the restroom and started getting the evidence of my cut hair and thown into the trash. I heard the creeck of the door. I ran downstairs to greet them the first thing they saw was the baby hairs sticking up looking like I had been electrocuted.
Life, one of the most basic things we never stop to look at, on June 11, 2016 I fell to the ground in a pain to difficult to describe. The light of the outside world closed as my eyes began to shut. I awakened to the astonishment that I laid in the grass with the excruciating pain still palpitating on my stomach and quickly verging to my back. An ambulance rushed me to the hospital and quickly into the operating room for a procedure. The cause of this emergency was an abdominal aortic aneurysm pulsating in the left side of my stomach.
This essay highlights the importance of queen Elizabeth I’s speech to the soldiers that were about to go to war, so this essay will analyze how she uses the resources of language such as diction, imagery and sentence structure. In the essay there was a metaphor and an example of that is, “I have the heart of a king, and of a king in England” and the meaning of that is that she is comparing her self to the power a king would have and that she is a strong women and capable of motivating the soldiers by saying that. And also another metaphor example is “and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all; to lay down, for my god and what is meant by this is that she is claiming to be weak but she isn’t. There was also first person narration
The Porcelain Bubble My legs and lungs could barely keep up with my body and bladder as my internal GPS attempted to point me in the direction of the public restroom. As I rushed into the lavatory, nearly taking out the door as well as a roaming delinquent avoiding class, I was hit with an atrocious odor that ravaged my nose. However, the stench started to dissipate as I approached the trio of urinals that were positioned against the wall. Out of the three, the farthest captured my eye because it was the only one that actually appeared to keep its original shade of white although spotted with golden marks.
I was only awake for a short while before I fell back asleep. The second time I woke up I was on the couch in my mother’s arms. Still very confused and unsure of the current situation, I asked my mother when we got a second TV in the living room. At this point it was very clear to my parents that something was very wrong. My mother was fast to contact my pediatrician back in our home town.
