I sit down quietly and find my favourite spot on my bedroom wall to stare at. The future seems promising but there is the stiff air of realism that is threatening me from getting to my dreams. The piercing baby blue eyes of that despicable Vincent Gallo poster bore through the side of my head. The Vincent Gallo poster is a reminder of my ‘Ugh! Look at me, I’m so freaking unique’ phase. A phase I’d rather forget. The pretentious behaviour that I displayed in that dishonourable era is something I try to erase from my mind. The Poster is a sentimental remnant of that era, I love to hate it. I always imagine that the Vince Gallo poster gives me pieces of witty and intelligent pieces of advice my friends would never dare to give me. Now, …show more content…
So, feel free to speak to me whenever you want to.” Xander says- his voice is calm and pleasant, like a warm summer breeze. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, Xander.” I non-chalantly reply; I am good at concealing certain emotions. Right now, I only show a hint of ‘the smile’. The smile that apparently ‘shows off my dimples and makes my eyes twinkle’ according to my father. I always gave him ‘the smile’. “Sorry, I need to go and study” I lie and I get out of the kitchen then dart up the stairs and head back to my room. Gah, so much effort! I try to return to my stream of thought. The Poster finally decides to give me some advice, very shitty advice. “Stay true to yourself and go with the flow.” Haha, thanks a lot Vince. That Vincent Gallo poster, is important to me, yeah, the guy requested to get blown in his movie and has the worst comebacks in retort history but the guy still has a small place in my …show more content…
I am in a place that I’m not supposed to be in. I’m in the goddamn day that changed everything. There’s a rhythmic knock on my bedroom door. “Come in,” I sing chirpily. My dad comes in and sits on the edge of my bed. “Hey, angel. Do you need anything?” My dad asks. It’s going to be my birthday in a week. Do I need anything? Nah. Do I want anything? Hell yes. I am going to be 13! 13! I’m going to be a woman! I can cuss, listen to rap music, talk about puberty and drink cola. I will be a teenage woman (wait, is that even possible? ). I’m only kidding. It’s amazing how you always want things when it isn’t your birthday and when it your birthday you don’t know what to
Coming up to a jump about to go airborne but then smash! He crashes into the dirt breaking his leg and part of his knee, but he has no support. This is where you would go to Road 2 Recovery(R2R) for help. There are many foundations out there to help people with sport problems, but there are only a few to help with dirt biking. This is why The Road 2 Recovery foundation is a dedicated program to help AMA professional motocross and supercross members with financial and emotional assistance if they have a career ending or very critical injury (“Welcome to the Road 2 Recovery foundation” 1).
In Justin Pearson's memoir, From the Graveyard of the arousal Industry, he recounts the events that occured from his early years of adolesence to the latter years of his adulthood telling the story of his unforgiving and candid life. Set in the late 1970s "Punk" rock era, From the Graveyard of the Arousal Industry offers a valuable perspective about the role culture takes in our lives, how we interact with it and how it differs from ideology.
‘Then why you don’t stop it?’ asks my mother. And it was such a simple question” (p.165)
Women of the 1800s struggled through life, and fought for the same rights that men had. They were often stuck in relationships that made them unhappy. Kate Chopin wrote The Awakening hoping to demonstrate the life of a woman searching for a new life. Chopin lived the life of a curious woman in the 1800s. Normally “… the role [of wifehood] has traditionally satisfied a woman’s love and for a feeling of belonging” (Skaggs, 2) but for Chopin, the circumstance was different. She believed that becoming a wife and a mother forced her to subordinate herself from masculine authority. She lost many people in her life and had to begin supporting her family at a very young age. Then, later in her life, “she found herself thrust into another new role, adjusting again to new relationships with people and to a new image of herself” (Skaggs, 2). All of these experiences in Chopin’s life helped her to develop the main character of her novel; a young woman striving for love, freedom and independence.
Throughout my life my mom has always been selfless and generous- especially when it came to her children and grandchildren… ever putting her self last! SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING… Unlike my sister, I was the one that gave my parents their grey hair… It took me longer than most to mature, and the truth is- that’s putting it mildly. Yet through all the ups and downs, and all the times I would end up disappointing her expectations of me, one thing NEVER
The Day in Pat Frank’s Alas, Babylon is that one terrifying, unanticipated, and shocking day when bombs drop on many large and important cities in the United States. This day puts many people into situations that they are not used to. They must adapt to the world rather than try to live their regular live which is now nonexistent. If one is sick, good luck getting medication; scared, good luck finding food when the supply runs out. The mentally and physically strong survive and the weak die, that is the rule of life. Randy Bragg was forced into a leading position because he knew that a leader is needed if his family wanted to survive. He is forced to put his selfishness aside for the survival of him and his family and was willing to do whatever it took to survive. That type of attitude and stubbornness is what was needed to make it through this tough time in America and the world.
It’s 10:30am and Janice, Alex’s mother, receives a phone call. “Hi Janice, this is Mrs. Smith calling with regards to Alex. Yes, he isn’t having a good day. He has been very disruptive this morning. We tried calling down Alex’s older sister to calm him down, and to talk to him, but he wouldn’t calm down. Would you please come and get him?”
Resilience; the word may seem foreign but it actually shines in some of the most difficult times. Resilience strikes courage into the heart of the most anxious person, and it makes the most difficult task turn into the easiest. Now, the question may be asked: if a difficult task, that seems impossible to overcome is presented, why might it seem so hard to be resilient? Well, although it may seem that resilience depends on the difficulty of the adversity, it depends on the strength of the person affected by the adversity and it’s their own choice they make whether they overcome it or not. In the articles How People Learn To Become Resilient, The Deafening Silence, 15 Common Defense Mechanisms, and Jericho, the contrast is show that while people
What is death? What makes death such an avoided subject? According to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary, death is defined as: the permanent cessation of vital functions; the end of life. So maybe we fear death and death’s process because the thought of life ending is unbearable or because we know little about the dying process and naturally, as humans, we fear the unknown. These all may be true and in most cases probably are. But if one was to take a look at death and the process and consider the true meaning of that very moment in one’s life, maybe we would view it differently and maybe, just maybe, see life itself in a whole new way?! Marie de Hennezel, in her book Intimate Death defines death as . . . “our life’s culmination, it’s crowning moment and what gives it both sense and worth” (xi). She sheds light on the positive side of death, the part no one thinks about or acknowledges. And she shows us that death can in fact make us see how amazing life can be. In his book, The Body Silent, Robert Murphy shares with us the changes in life and actions of society when faced with the process of death.
This essay will look at how Pink Floyd The Wall can be perceived as a postmodern film and will attempt to further analyze certain characteristics and influences of a postmodern culture through illustrated examples within the film. By considering the significance of postmodernism within the television industry, music and arts, Pink Floyd The Wall will be effectively deconstructed to exemplify what a postmodern film consists of. Furthermore, the theory of celebrity culture and its noticeable elements in Pink Floyd The Wall, will be knowingly applied an briefly discussed to reveal an intriguing yet indispensable relationship between Pink, the main character, and its faithful audience.
According to Witkavitch (2010) life is about change and as human beings we’re always changing, growing, transforming and transitioning our lives. Our whole life is made up of change. It is relative to time and a natural component of our everyday life. Things change, they grow, they develop, they die, and something else shows up. There are many changes that can occur during a person’s lifetime. For instance, we all were once kids who changed into adults. With that said, as we age, dreams change. There will always be something new in life and we can’t expect everything to fall in place as we wish because the future is constantly changing. In the age of globalization, information and communication revolution changes are affecting our lifestyles, our ways of thinking, feelings and the way we act. Life changes everyday for a person in some way. Just like we expect the seasons to change and children to grow older. Some changes are very small and can affect your life in an enormous way. However, other events can be very important and could change your whole life such as getting married, getting arrested, having a baby, and even losing a close friend or relative. The important events that altered my life are coming the United States, playing club soccer, becoming a U.S. citizen, going to graduate school and studying abroad. In this in paper, I will discuss how these phases transformed my life physically and mentally.
If for some miracle life was given back to you, would you accept it with open arms? Would you find your wings and dive to earth with a smile on your face? What about you? Yes, you! How would you feel about a second chance? Would it be meaningful to you, or would it just be another absolute right? I have loads of questions for him. He who’s name shall remain unknown. Yes, I decided on my own will that he is definitely a boy. How could he not be? This question never seems to grasp my attention for more than a second. I could not give you a valid reason for my assumption, because it is not just an assumption to me, but actual reality that thrives only in my mind.
My mother, Kari Jenson, is one of the most important people in my life. She gave birth to me, helped me learn to walk and so many other things that I find amazing. I cannot begin to fathom how much patience she had to have to deal with me all the time as a child. I’m sure she still has to have patience to deal with me now, but I imagine it was a lot more back then. She has molded me into the person I am today and I wouldn’t want it to be any different. She has always been supportive of everything I have tried from basketball to skateboarding and from football to paintball. Even though there are some things that I do she doesn’t like she usu...
Sometimes it just takes one event to forever change your outlook on life. One such event happened to me when I was only 5 years old. My day started out as most 5yr olds growing up in the south in the late 60’s, only I was a bit different because unlike my neighborhood friends, my mom was 55yrs old. My mother gave birth to me when she was 50 years old and I was the youngest of 8 children, most of which were grown with children of their own when I came along. My mother spoiled me rotten, she was very attentive to my every demand. And I mostly demanded cereal, Rice Krispies only! My mother wasn’t very playful with me (what 55yr old would be?) but I felt her love. She would not let me out of her sight, she was always there, until one day she wasn’t. I woke up that morning in my mother’s bed as I often did, and I shook her to wake her up as I always did, only this time the shaking wasn’t working. I remember yelling for my siblings to come wake mommy up, I needed my Rice Krispies! Only instead of waking her up they began yelling and screaming and calling people on the phone. What’s going on? It’s not that serious, just get mommy up! I saw men in white shirts running into the house and then leaving with my mother on a stretcher. I didn’t
...; I like to believe that I've accepted my self-induced isolation from her with grace, but I must admit that I do hold the hope of bridging the gap between my mother and I. I also hold the hope of amending myself for all the times I've knowingly and purposefully hurt her. Although she is not a god, as I originally assumed, she is a good woman. She has raised me, sheltered me, and loved me for over seventeen years without asking for more than casual chores in return. I believe that the greatest compliment I could ever give my mother is to grow up to be exactly what she wants me to be. I want to make her happy. My gift to her will be my success in life, so that when she's old and gray, and she's knitting me a hideous sweater in her creaky rocking chair, she can sigh, and mumble to herself, "Wow, it was worth it."