“Which army, Quackenbush? Mussolini’s?”Show how they joke about the war even though it 's a real thing. They make fun of Quackenbush. John Knowles uses the prospect of war as a joke in this situation. “Naw, he’s a Kraut.”
Day 2 Immigrant. That word gives me a label here. I am crossing the border to the U.S because my parents think it will give us a new beginning and a better life. I think they’re wrong. Our life in El Salvador was fine: We had a nice house and we were healthy.
Nathan. Schlosser Rowe acc english/7 John,Sam,and Joe were on a trip to the badlands to find the legendary Buckram Laboratory. It had grown to be quite dark in the cool autumn night . The group of boys decided to find a decent camping spot much to Joe’s dismay ,but as they were looking for a spot to set up camp they saw two boys walking on the same side of the road. They pulled level with the two boys to ask if they wanted a ride to wherever they lived,but before they even had a chance to ask the older one said in a low dark,and sinister voice”You shouldn't be here” then he looked Joe state in the eye and pointed a bony finger at him then was gone.
said “Hi.” Salika said as he walked away 25 weeks later “I have somehow survived training with no friends at the beginning now I have to friends named Chicken man and monkey man and they are both making it to the war like me.” Salika said “Hey Salika get up we get our guns and armor today.” Chicken said “Ok ok I will get up.” said Salika as he yawned and got out of bed “Where is Monkey.”
Once the grey stormy clouds started rolling on the horizon, something was coming. The smell of smoke was in the air and the grounds started shaking. That’s when everyone started running. It was another bomb attack where all the buildings were falling and people were fleeing. With all the chaos of people trying to run with their families, leaving everything behind to get to a safe place I had to stop.
Running through the infected ship, I was crushing every enemy in my way. If I stopped running, then I would become one of them. I am a green super-soldier by the name of John-117 aka the Master Chief. Sometimes, when I wasn’t the Master Chief, I was the Arbiter. I was an alien that was betrayed by his alliance working alongside the Master Chief.
World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War is a tale following forty-three citizens ' experiences with the Zombie War from across the world. The Zombie War required people from every nation to develop new war tactics and separate all differences in order to come together to fight their true enemy. This war incorporated themes of change, fear, politics, man versus nature, war, love, and prejudice that allow the reader to see how they relate to their own daily life. Along with these themes, the book provides an interesting view of gender roles, religion, and education.
The Move The thought of leaving my friends terrified me. That was my exact thought, when I was discussing the move with my mother. My parents had decided on moving me back to our hometown of Woodruff, in hopes of starting a business there. Of course, like all teenagers would have been, I was angry.
Long ago in a land once known as the United States of America, in a time where everyone had freedoms that no longer exist today, religious freedom had no price. Back then, everyone was free to practice whatever religion they pleased. That all changed the day the continents collided; an event that was much later given the name the Collision. For a time, there was peace but even a tentative peace can’t last forever. Only days after the Collision, the Vatican City sent its troops out across the newly formed continent.
I often find myself absentminded and questioning myself “who am I”, and I spontaneously have a conversation with my inner conscience to figure out the answer. The conversation gets frustrating because it cannot produce a solid answer for the simple, yet complicated, question. Although the question contains three syllables, it accommodates an intricate definition of my identity. Unlike a static snapshot, I personally feel that my identity is an ever evolving process. Likewise, multiple identities construct my distinctive identity.
I am the child of a Jamaican Immigrant and Bronx native, raised in a single parent lower-middle class family in an affluent suburb, 18 miles outside of New York City. My father was absent for much of the first couple years and constituted monthly visits for most of the first two decades of my life. It wasn’t until I was 16, that I truly started building a relationship with my father and as a consequence my mother was the central influential figure in my life. Growing up there was always a strong emphasis placed on the importance of education, as I watched my mom juggled working two jobs and going to school while simultaneously raising me. She made it clear that the reason she stayed in America was in order to pursue her education and that
Coming Again How did you feel when you back to you back to your family from long time period? I returned back to my community after many years of being away at school and seeing my family again is very depressing and missing all this things. To start, I returned back to my family when I see my family I felt excited. But, then when I see my family and I look myself I look so different. All my friends and family have long hair but, I don’t have long a hair anymore.
My family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting. I went with my mom to go pick up my friend, while the rest of the family went to the Rockies game and went to get some food. Sometime later me, my friend, and my mom all arrive at the Rockies game.
One of my best friends had a dream a few years back. We were sitting on a beach somewhere with rocks around us and she looks at me and says, “I know you’ll have a beautiful journey, but I’m going to miss you Steph.” “It’s okay Tams, I’ll be right back. I just have to meet someone at the lighthouse,” I replied.
I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign for me.
