When I entered the home the boys were playing with each other. They were climbing on chairs and hitting each other. Immediately Ms. Cortes told me she was not feeling well and had a sore throat. She could not yell. I understood I asked her what will she do when they act up.
I went to Jay Peak as my second time. I remember about my first time I went there when I was in Middle school. Also it was my first year in United State. I was a quiet student in Middle school so I don’t talk the whole time I was on the bus even when I get there. But yesterday I talked to people who were from different program.
COMPARE AND CONTRAST ON THE WAY OF RECOVERY Teenage protagonists have rough and different world and it’s hard to understand them completely. “Catcher in The Rye” and “The Perks of Being Wallflower” novels give a huge place about female relationships of Holden and Charlie. Even though they have different world, they have similar attitudes to their sisters, to their dates who they don’t really like and to their female friends that helped them to overcome their traumas.
I spent my days after the incident gazing at the sunsets. For ear I could see Johnny’s smile within the clouds. Darry wanted to host a funeral for Johnny and Dally. To be honest, I was troubled about this. I couldn’t bare the fact I might have to have to go through this again.
No matter what emotion I might be feeling one day, I can always count on flipping to a chapter in this autobiography to relate to. There is such a wide variety of emotions produced in this book, so it really has something for everyone. Plus, this book doesn’t have to be read in order. You can flip to the table of contents, and start any chapter you’d like without feeling as if you are missing information. This element is what really sets apart Seriously...
As a parent for the weekend, I lost a lot of sleep, didn’t get to do much, and struggled getting my homework done, but I learned a lot. I learned that I overall liked having a child. The fact that I had to care for another human being brought me joy. Along with learning what I did like, I learned about what I didn’t like. One thing I didn’t like was very time I picked up the baby I wanted to play with him
The hardest thing to be dealt with is someone you truly care about becoming addicted to something, like drugs. Growing up, that is all I ever heard about, who died, who was in rehab, who was in jail etc. Addicts, they are people that will never be understood. They are broken, mentally. It is even harder to get a grip on if someone has never had to experience what it is like to feel that way.
Interviewer: Can you tell me your relationship to J-MHAP Interviewee: Well, J-MHAP has its source, in the Guardian Ad Litem Program, that was started at Helpful Advocate in about 2005 and I was there at the founding of the program. What happened was, one day we were in the courtroom of Judge Louis Perez and he had been a real champion of our coming to Wister, which we wanted to do, and he wanted us to come into his court and help with kids with mental illness who came before him, as Chin’s cases. So, we had to figure out a way, with this one case, of how we could really represent the court HLA, so we came up with, and the we, was Judge Perez, Steve Bing who was a volunteer lawyer, and me, can up with the idea of modifying a usual guardian
I decided today was an appropriate day for a journal reflection. I just hosted my first YAP program all by myself. Now you are probably asking yourself, “what is YAP?” YAP stands for Young Athlete Program in which I took full charge of here at Nova Southeastern University. This is a program that meets once a week with children roughly between the ages of 3-8 years old.
My dad served in the United States Navy for 24 years. In the spring of 2009, my dad was deployed to Afghanistan. To be specific, he left on Sunday, April 5, 2009 at 5:00 in the morning. I woke up that morning, dreading what was about to happen. My dad had been with me all my life, to think that in a few short hours that my dad would be on a bus to the airport was heartbreaking.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
In the beginning of 2001 I was a SGT in the 82nd Airborne Division, by January 2002 I was standing in front of the Battalion Commander’s desk being read my second Field Grade Article 15 in seventy days. I was being demoted to Private First Class, being sent to Correctional Custody in Camp Lejeune, South Carolina for thirty days and being moved to a new company when I returned. The first field grade was for disobeying a lawful order from three senior NCO’s, the Brigade CSM, Battalion CSM, and my Platoon Sergeant. They had all told me in the same day at separate times to get a haircut and I failed too, the second was for stealing from the company supply room while on extra duty from the first field grade.
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone." I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?
Last year was my junior and i guess it didn't click in my head that this was my second to last year and that I needed to pull myself together and really focus on my grades. I didn't realize that I need to start paying attention in class, doing my homework, and stop talking while the teacher was giving the lesson. I didn't realize that I needed to start doing these things until it was almost too late It was a nice summer morning, I awoke to the site of a room sparkling with sunlight. Soon after I got out of my bed I heard my mom yell, "Damond get in here now!"
A long time ago in a school not so far away a peculiar event occurred,that I will never forget. It all started on the first day of school. It was my first year at Finley Farms Elementary and I was ready for the second grade, or so I thought. I entered my classroom and was happy to learn.
