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Qin Shihuangti is known as the first emperor in China. He unified China in 221BC which previous rulers couldn’t achieve it. After watching the first emperor in China, I feel Qin Shihuangti’s s personality is very cruel and ruthless. But he also has an amazing skill in determination and leadership skills, otherwise he would not unify China. It was amazing that he could accomplished many tasks in short life span such as built a Great Wall, unified China and made Terracotta Warriors.
I wondered how he was going to take the news. Dad never reacted well to news, and as I stared up at the airplane gliding through the thin clouds, I wished I could turn back, and redo everything. The screen door suddenly opened, and I was greeted by my triumphant father, proud over my latest victory on the court. You did real good Carrie, he said as a small but bright grin passed of his otherwise blank face, Ive never seen a ball fly so fast.
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.
Everybody loves sleep. Who does not? It makes you feel refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to start the day. Unfortunately, we have time changes. It's hard for everyone to get used to losing and hour of sleep or gaining an hour of sleep.
“A pathological liar” my mind blanked after hearing that. Halfway through a one on one conference with my math teacher, he had just finished belittling me for what appeared to be ten minutes, when he felt he had a right to say this to me. I sat there frozen, the reason I even asked for this appointment so I could talk to him about getting more time on the test; It was a chapter final and I knew that my dyslexia would be making it more challenging for me. He followed up the name calling with an anecdote on how I’m going to end up in jail just like his daughter, I was completely stunned; I had no idea what to say back so I just let him talk.
Hate, an intense or passionate dislike originated from Germanic. Hate is a word that is extremely common everywhere yet uncommon to those who love. Hate also has an emotional involvement abhorrence towards a person, place, or thing. I personally experience several forms of hate such as, self-hate, general world hate, and sexuality hate. I experience many different types of self-hate such as, my height, my attitude, and my hair.
In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.
Why is this happening to me? I do not understand how they think that I could be capable of such a witch craft. I mean, I know that I have had my fair share of domestic disputes in public, but that does not mean that I would wish any harm to come upon someone. Because of this target on my back, I will be sentenced to death in less than four hours. Not only have I been humiliated for the past three months, but now I must be executed, leaving my family and friends behind.
Anxiety. The crippling disease that can tear an individual apart. The fear of fear itself. A silent torturer that hides behind a smile; the deception equivalent of a magician. However, just like any magician, his subterfuge is revealed upon close inspection.
Kill or Be Killed “I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself, you played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf. Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself. She had a baby by yo ass and you ain't giving no help Uh-huh big time hustler, snake mothafucka One's born every day and every day she was your sucka.
A warm, late spring breeze blows through my raven hair, carrying with it the charming fragrance of the encompassing sprouting trees that circumscribed the interstate we are on. The traditional radio station plays string music delicately out of sight, making a subliminal grin shape all over at the recognizable sound. It 's photo culminate, the way the late evening light channels through the leaves and reflects off the red metal hood of the truck that I 'm situated in. + Alex wheezes.
I am so sorry to hear that that happened to your friends father. It is very sad that the very people who are hired to watch over and care for our loved ones are the ones doing them the most harm. Even if no physical abuse is being done there is alot of emotional and mental abuse being done. it pained me so much to see some of the things that went on at this one particular place that after I spoke with eveyone from the bottom of the chain to the top and got no results I ended up calling the state and quiting that job once the state finished thier reviews and gave out their punishments so to speak. I wish more people would stop and sit and think that the very foundation we are using right now was put in place by some of the vry people others
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
Rage At 4 o’clock I sit down in the same chair I do every single day and prepare to settle in for the long haul. I pull out my agenda and promptly sink down in my chair when I see the growing list of things I need to do and things people are expecting from me. Thirty minutes later I look across the table and see my brother laughing, no doubt watching some stupid video on his computer, while I sit here slaving away. When I ask if he has started his homework yet he states that he doesn’t have any without looking up from his computer, as if I don’t matter to be looked in the eye when spoken to.
I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”.
