After I can't even remember how many Gilmore Girls episodes. We finally decide to call it a night. I flip off the tv and slowly make my way up to my bedroom. I kept yawning, the idea of driving all the way home tomorrow didn't sound like fun. I crawl under my covers and quickly fall sound asleep.
Tink. Tink. Tink. I stir in my bed, did Scarlet not fully turn the facet off? Tink. Tink. The little noise slowly gets louder. I then realize it isn't coming from my bathroom. It's coming from my window.
"Caroline!" A voice shouts from outside. Still half asleep I stumble over to my window and peer outside, then I groan. Chad. He's here. At, I look at my phone, 3 in the morning. I turn back around completely content with just going back to sleep and ignoring him completely. Maybe soon he'll get the message.
The few more pebbles hit my window, then a thud is heard. Apparently he's moved on to bigger rocks now. "Caroline!" He shouts again. I groan. Now I'm pissed, he's interrupted my sleep, and he's probably only here cause he thinks I'll let him into my bed. Well, he's got another thing coming. How dare he show up here especially after how he treated me earlier.
I storm down the hallway, down the stairs and outside. Chad is still throwing rocks at my window and half shouting
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You never understood what you had, you had me. And damn I'm a catch a great one! And Jacob, he gets me, he appreciates me! And you're wrong about one thing Chad, I may have slept with you but I never loved you." My words sound so much harsher once their out there. Hanging in the silence, we both stopped. No one breathed for a minute. Then, then Chad snapped. "You. You. Never? You never loved me?!" Chad screamed at me. He was pacing in front of me his hands in fists. I took a step back from him towards my front door, his arm snapped out quick as a bolt. His hand encircled my
Gregory heard someone giggle. He banged on the flat of his hand on the door “Let me in. Gregory. Let me in” There was nothing but silence… He waited and called again, but there was no response so he wondered away. He couldn’t demand to be let in and pleading would do no good.
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
So even after my “job” is done, I start a new one by walking and feeding Ringo, and making sure the cats have a clean litter box and they are also fed and watered. I begin to make something small for dinner and place it in the microwave for when he gets home. So finally off to bed I go! And to bed, I mean to sit in my bed as I study for school.
The love between these boys is unconditional and they will always have each other. “Then I saw Darry. He was leaning in the doorway. His fists were jammed in his pockets and his eyes were pleading. Suddenly I realized, horrified, that Darry was crying.
Shameless is an American TV series based on the self-destructive and dysfunctional family of Frank Gallagher, a single father of six children. The program is set in Chicago and illustrates a story of an alcoholic father who spends his day getting drunk, while his kids learn to take care of themselves. Fiona, the eldest daughter, takes responsibility upon herself at the age of 15 to become the caretaker of the family both physically and financially. Although the Gallagher’s do not have the structure of a nuclear family, they still hold the functionalist perspective of having a matriarchal family system, with the sister leading the family. They fit with the functionalist theory, however not in the generic stance of having a mother and a father
My parents split up just before my 14th birthday, and my mom was granted primary custody. I felt like my family had been broken. One thing that helped me reframe my views and accept my new reality was watching shows about teenage daughters with single mothers. Though they were fictional, seeing that those characters could be happy and loved made me more accepting of the changes in my own family’s dynamics. Shows like Gilmore Girls and Parenthood helped expand my definition of what a family could be. In this paper, I’m going to compare and contrast the mother-daughter relationships between Gilmore Girls’ Lorelai and Rory Gilmore and Parenthood’s Sarah Braverman and Amber Holt.
Shameless is about a dysfunctional family of a single father and six children on the south side of Chicago. The show is usually centered around the elderent child trying to raise the rest of her siblings and figure out life as their dad goes around town drinking and being a nuisance. Shameless has became one of my top shows to watch while growing up. There are a lot of strong characters that the world knows and love, but one that has always struck out to me has been Ian Gallagher. Ian is the middle child in the Gallagher family, a snappy ginger, and identifies with the LGBTQA+ community.
As quickly and quietly as possible I remove myself from the horse blanket, my skin still itching from sleeping on it. I stride as fast as my little legs will let me to wake up Jacob. In disbelief upon approaching the bed I recognize that it is empty then in a frenzy I make my way
TRISTAN [angry]: Look, we both don't want you to be here. Now, because of you I have to spend a perfectly good Friday night babysitting you. If I have to suffer, so do you. You're going in, deal with it.
Amy Cuddy prioritizes her discussion and infers on how Nonverbal behavior affects people dominance in their education and life style. While attending Harvard University, she identifies the strongholds that made her powerless, in rebuttal describes the gratitude in her actions and she quotes “fake it till you make it.” and that,”tiny tweaks can lead to big changes.” She idolized these quotes in her message to elucidate how stressful situations can be solved. ”What I have inferred is Amy cuddy is a social psychologist who is interested in the characterization of power in dominance and Nonverbal behavior. What I learned is that she separates gender equity in the school classroom and experiments and informs us of the behavioral studies she conducted
I decided to review and observe my current favourite TV show, Gilmore Girls, through the archetypal literary theory lens. It's so interesting how you can miss the archetypes. However, while watching and actively looking for them, they clearly present themselves. (Warning: some spoilers ahead!)
Remembering my position, I slowly walk to where I heard the source of the voice,the kitchen.”Hello,” I croak.I peek my head into the kitchen door after getting no response.There it ,no,there he was. A man about 6’1’’ tall, dressed in all black except for a pure white mask strapped lazily around his face.His age, I can’t tell.
...e in silence. But now he had this huge grin on his face. “that’s what you were crying about?” he finally said. “Oh, I knew you wouldn’t understand.” I crossed my arms and pouted. I sat there and watched his lips move as he said “No, I understand, I just thought that she should be the one that cries for over ten minutes. But hey, it’s your life.” I turned away and looked at the ground for a few moments. “hey, I’m hungry, do you want to go grab a bite to eat?” I had decided to drop the topic, and forget about it, but it didn’t seem that I would get away with it that easily. “Fine,” he replied “but we’re not done talking about this. In fact, I think we should talk about this over lunch.” “Awwww, your so annoying!” I shouted as I punched him in the arm. I stood up, and once again offered my hand, and this time he took it. I guess my life wasn’t such a big mess after all.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
...g that smile. Is he going to leave now? I stop kicking the floor and sit up, watching him. But instead of walking over to the door, he stands up and walks towards the piano. I stand up and follow him anxiously, almost certain he knew my secret.