July 28 the jurnee is harder than I thot it would be. I thot that the jurnee wood be kwik and easeer then deelin with Dr Nemur bein grouchee. I want to go back. I want to go back to New York but evrywun hates me. Miss Kinnian even cried when she saw me. she must hate me beecaws who cries when they see sumwun they liek. I bet they even got a more better janiter at Donegan's Plastic Box Company so even if I do go back ill be out of work. maybee they secretly don't hate me and want me to come back. but who wood luv me enuff to want to see me. or spend time with me. If my own mom cudnt love me then how cud anywun else. I miss Algernon to but im never gonna see her again beecaws shes ded. Algernon was a very good frend. even tho she was a mouse. maybee they all will be hapee to see me again. maybee I will go back. …show more content…
there wus a sine that sayd WELCUM TO NEW JERSY so I shuld be. I dont think I speld New Jersy rite. I feel liek I dont spel nuthin rite anymoor. I really want to be smart again. mainlee beecaws evrywun in New Jersy notises me. I dont want them to notis me. I dont want to be notisd. I dont want there simpathee. most of all I dont want to be made fun of. even tho evrywun hates me in New York they only laffd at me a littel bit. evrywun in New York laffd with me. evrywun in New Jersy laffs at me. evrywun in New Jersy luvs to make fun of me. I miss the good old days in New York. I miss getting laffd at only a little bit. I miss laffing with people. I miss Miss Kinnian and Joe Carp and Frank Reilly and Dr Strauss and Burt and even grumpy Dr Nemur. but most of all I miss Algernon. Algernon was my bestest frend in the hole wide
I have arrived at my new home. The boat trip was very rough, even to the extent of making me lose track of time. That unclean, floating mass of death was merciful enough to let me be. Too many children have suffered and died on the way to America. I miss Roger a little bit, and hope he comes soon. I'm very lonely and I don't know what I'll do to keep myself busy. Roger was nice enough to give me money to live off of until he comes to be with me. There are a lot of handsome men around here. A single woman could have a lot of fun, and never be by herself.
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
“I still remember the day we left like it was yesterday I will never forget pulling away and looking back at my childhood home. I will also never forget that my best childhood friend was not home the day we left so I never got to say goodbye. I remember thinking I was kind of glad that we didn't say goodbye because I didn't want our friendship to end.” This was the experience Carmie Trayer, now forty-one living in Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania felt when she moved from Ohio to Pennsylvania.
I am not born with a silver spoon on my mouth to host a feeding program nor offer scholarships to others. I am just a college student. However, KINDLE, one of Rotaract Club's program, made me realize that we do not need to be rich in order to be of service to others. We could always help, if we truly want to. Afterall, money is just one of the million ways to
Today is the day I leave my city behind. I pack all that I need and or want to be able to remember, my photograph of President McKinley and a letter from my mother. I feel very sorrowful that I must leave, but I am
Unfamiliarity, in the broadest sense, can evoke a feeling of fear or anxiety. However, my unique cultural upbringing has made me comfortable with unfamiliarity, and eager to embrace differences among people with compassion and tolerance. I am the product of a cultural infusion—I was born in the United Kingdom to an English father, but was influenced by the Turkish customs of my mother. While living in England, I grew up eating dinner on the floor, listening to Turkish music on the radio, and waking up to a poster of Kemal Ataturk. I spent every summer living in Turkey where I learned the language, saw the way different people lived, and became familiar with the practices of Islam. At 14 years old I was immersed in yet another culture when I
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
When Jafar was young he lived in a small house in eastern florida. He lived with his dad, hank and is younger sister. His mom left when he was young but his dad always seemed too take care of them as much as was he was capable of. His dad loved them dearly but he had a lot of his own problems. He was an alcoholic working for minimum wage as a construction worker, so funds were usually tight. Jafar didn't care that his dad didn't make much money, he was just glad he had his dad and his little sister marcy. But his dad was really the lucky one as his dad usually said “I need u guys more than you need me”.
That’s how I can get him to hand his keys over to me trustingly. He knows I’m boss at this.
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
It was a Sunday morning when I woke up by the morning shiver and with the sweet smell of tea filling the room. I woke up with a yawn but still laying down because I was too lazy to get up. I stood up quickly almost losing my balance when why mom yelled my name. “Come down stairs I have good news for you” said mom. I went down stairs I saw my parents drinking green hot tea and watching news on the television. I walk toward the table distracted by the chaos of different loud noises like the news, my brothers watching cartoon, and my sister whining. I greeted my parents, as I passed them I heard someone saying “can’t wait to move” excitedly.” After finishing my delicious breakfast I ask my mom, where are we moving? “We are moving to America” with
This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.
A thin, brown stick glows. From its tip exudes a discreet swirling trail of smoke, as if from a genie’s lamp. The subtle spice of incense tingles my nose, and triggers an intense feeling of dromomania, the desire and longing for travel. My mind wanders off, and I find myself back in Vietnam, at the sacred Thien Mu Pagoda, where a field of bright orange incense sticks, set in a large bronze basin, glow against the hazy, muggy dusk. About me are Buddhist monks, some perched amidst the lush, green gardens; and others in a group over in a tiled, rectangular courtyard, immersing themselves in an intense, but friendly, game of soccer. The vision fades, and my nose transports me to the bustling streets of the Old Quarter of Hanoi where the sweet and
All the years we spent together are now images that rest in the back of my head. The memories remain, but the days and nights we laughed and had midnight snacks are long gone. All I can do now is sit down and wait; wait for time to take its toll, wait for the sun to come and go, wait for four months for her to come back home. Lina left on August 19th, leaving a sea of emptiness behind. She was hopeful and optimistic, but tears streamed down her cheeks as she waved goodbye.