However, every cloud has a silver lining, where some people claim that the ‘Me Too’ campaign has its disadvantages as well. The first argument presented can be found in the article ‘#MeToo sexual assault stories trigger trauma for some' where it states that the campaign could act as a trigger for survivors of sexual harassment and that it could cause other survivors to feel isolated (LaMotte, 2017). The article explains that this is due to the fact that since the campaign can be seen by everyone, including survivors, it could act as a trigger for them as it serves as a reminder of what they had been through. Not only that but not all survivors are comfortable with sharing their stories, therefore when they see other survivors sharing their
With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities. I managed to graduate and proceed to middle school where I continued my athletic career of basketball, and outstanding academic profile.
“Darn, surrounded by all of these nice homes and communities, this High School should be really nice,” is what I thought once I got to the North Druid Hills Rd and North Cliff Valley Way intersection. In front of me all that I could see was vibrant communities that displayed their affiliation with the Lenox area, which is a very rich area. Making a left onto North Druid Hills Road, I continued to see beautiful homes on my right and my left I began to see the campus of Cross Keys High School. Due to the tons of leaves that had fallen, the bare trees that occupied the front of the campus, and the splotchy patches of grass, viewing the Cross Keys campus was not as striking to the eye as was the view of the surrounding homes. Having such a bare
The sirens distinct tune followed me as I ran, the loud screeching music closed in on me like walls in a small room. I firmly grasped my candy bar as I turned down a forgotten alley way flooded with smoke smells. My worn shoes were not ready for such a sharp and last minute panic turn, almost diving into a puddle of recently used cigarette butts, I pulled my top heavy body back up to it’s original and close to vertical form and continue my fast paced journey in the night. My journey only lasted a short while before I heard the cop car’s sticky tires scream and slide across the alley’s old and cracked pavement and quickly accomplishes the sharp turn into the narrow alley.
Revised Memoire People change, minds change,places change,but memories don’t. Memories are good and bad, but they make up your life. Our lives are full of memories, like on holidays. When they are special in our hearts. So, i'm going to tell you my special moments.
Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
I drive my white Nissan maxima over the speed bumps probably a little too fast as I leave the parking lot. Once I reach the stop sign, I take a moment to turn around and look at the beautiful school building behind me. Rigby High School—I can’t believe I go there. To me, that beautiful building is almost as breathtaking as the work out I just finished; running over and over through the halls of the school because it’s too cold to run outside. What used to be a small school when I was young has seemed to grow to be competitive and quite big, and seems to grow bigger each year.
I was a remarkably timid seventh-grade girl who, for English class, was assigned to memorize and recite a poem. I recited “Where the Sidewalk Ends” well enough to advance onto the schoolwide poetry slam. I was incredibly nervous to be on stage before the whole school, nonetheless I did my best. When I walked off the stage however, I felt certain I was going to lose. So, when my name was called for first place, I was genuinely shocked and overjoyed.
My fall walk started on a bright, and sunny day. The birds were chirping and flying through the sky. The wind was blowing the red, yellow and orange leaves off the branches of the trees. Walking through the grass, I heard the sound of dry leaves crunching under my feet. My neighbors had different fall decorations in their yard.
Good Bye? “There we laid her to rest in a dark oak coffin in her final spot.” My Dad told me as I snuggled up in my fluffy pillows, trying to sleep, until I remembered… The dark oak coffin just like the wood of my bed frame. Being 13 years old never helped either, watching the coffin being lowered down into the grave and being covered with dirt was like being shot in the stomach. I will never forget that.
In my life, I’ve switched five different schools. One of these processes was challenging to fit in. In the year twenty fourteen I switched schools from Roberts Ferry to Hickman Elementary School. I came up to school that morning. It looked a little scary and intimidating.
Falling I was walking to class one day with some friends when I suddenly found my eyes level to the ground and my face against the dirty floor. Pain spread throughout my body as I tried to process what had just happened. I could hear people laughing. I could feel dozens of eyes staring me down at once.
My mother graduated from this school, she thinks it will be a better fit for me than my last school. I vow to myself I will not change; this school will not change me, and I will not forget my friends. My mother and I came here for open house, but I am lost like the sock you can never find. I itch to ask someone for help, but my pride will not allow me to do so. The hallways leading to nowhere, the sense of feeling alone and not seeing a single familiar face in the
To begin with, I am the most vulnerable when I exercise in front of others, receive constructive criticism, and being rejected. I feel vulnerable when I exercise in front of others because I believe that people are criticizing me for being overweight. It is embarrassing when I am not able to match the pace of everyone else around me. In my mind, people are laughing at me because I cannot do something as simple as three push-ups. I am afraid to exercise in public because I am forced to look at myself in what seems to be a million mirrors.
