Connection to Self: Tears of a Tigers I can relate the characters from the novel Tears of a Tiger to my own life. For example, Tyrone,Andy, and BJ all lost someone close to them and they seen it happen and there was nothing they could do to save him. According to chapter Three Tyrone tells the officer that they were driving just fooling around and that they were drinking but Andy had the most to drink. He also tells the officer that the car started to sway and that they thought it was funny, he also mentioned that Rob had his feet on the dashboard then all of a sudden a wall was in front of them. Once they ran into the wall the car quickly burst into flames, but everyone escaped, but Rob and once they seen his legs poking out of the front window
the layers of walls inches away from freedom. The floor resembled that of a minefield with large holes big enough to fit the decaying bodies left untouched. Shadows could be seen dancing into the night as an old kerosene lamp fuelled their souls. These dark outlines moved through the wind stream lining as if they were kites transforming as they fly to an unknown destination.
“I pushed open the door open. I stepped into the bathroom. Suddenly I was on my knees, screaming. Screaming through my clenched teeth. Screaming until I thought my throat would rep and my chest explode.”
No smiles, no handshakes, or hugs, were needed. Nothing was the same, and as we pulled into my parent’s driveway. I felt content for the first time in a long time. The “fighting days” were
Dad was downstairs working on the finishing touches of the coffin. When i walked into the kitchen i say mom, she looked so beautiful in her black dress. Even though it was a sad day everyone was in a happy mood. Dad quickly loaded the car and then we were off to church. When we got there their was so many people, it seemed like the whole town was there.
This psychological assignment requires us to break a social norm. In my case, I decided to break an appearance social norm. I thought in something weird, but at the same time really funny. Therefore, I entered to my little walking closet and I took the most brilliant and extravagant high heels shoes that I found to wear them at a place when people usually used flip flops.
In my personal essay I acknowledged the theme of sound heart, deformed conscience. Huck goes through this when he knows he should be turning Jim in because it’s the law, but he doesn’t because he wants to help Jim. I had my conscience telling me one thing and my heart and head telling me another, when I explored my situation. My Sound Heart One night about a month or so ago, I was at a friends house. There were a few of us over, just chilling.
On September 8, 2008 I arrived to the hospital at six o 'clock in the morning to get induced to have my first daughter due to a blood clot I had in my leg. The nurses first told me to change into a gown. Shortly after they hooked me up to the monitors to hear the baby moving all around. Also to track her cute little heartbeat. Another one was to monitor my contraction and watch them on the screen.
Age 4 The screams became louder as I hid under my covers. My tears had soaked my face as the noise got closer. I could hear the gruesome noise of the cries of someone out in the hall.
When my mom was in college for nursing she had to do clinical 's. She couldn 't choose where they put her but she could say what ones worked the best for her. Even tho she told them not to put her in Independence they still did. So me my brother and sister all had to stay with my grandma and grandpa for like 1 or 1 ½ months. But anyway when she was in Independence I had my birthday (May 8th)
I got up at 5:45 alright I slept later than usual to finish of a narrative writing. I laid in bed a little longer and then did my morning routine. I wore blue burmeds,light blue sandals,and brown/white/blue strip shirt. Jane left early to work because she needed to get things done.
Want to know the first traumatising experience I can remember. Well I was about 4 years old and I had just gotten this new lemonade maker. It was the full package. It had a ton of amazing and advanced things, well advanced for a 4 year old.
Have you ever felt the anger behind something? Have your parents ever fought? Have you ever witnessed this fight? This is the story of the slammed door.
My parents laughed and smiled still, they kissed like they were in love and tucked me in every night with a tender kiss on my temple. They were living the dream; with their unconditional love, roof over their heads, and a beautiful daughter to cherish completely. I grew up with the sounds of their happy voices echoing through the walls, and the image of them dancing in their underwear through the kitchen. Their smiles were unstoppable, I felt as though no evil could hurt
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.
