That Day Jessie Died

1496 Words3 Pages
bulb-icon

Recommended: How does the media in modern society manipulate the public

Death, violence, and love were the three main components of my life. The love of money, cars, clothes, sex, and girls was what I lived for. But the love of attention cost me everything. The love to be in the “spotlight” and the love to have everything I wanted, everything that I thought I needed. But that is what cost me everything. The attention, the sex, the money, the cars, all of these things brought upon the violence and the deaths. These “loves” cost me the one person that I ever truly loved the most and the best out of everything. I have always been book smart. I got all A’s and B’s through all of school and never really went anywhere after school. My mother was kind of strict and did not want me to hang around the kids at my school and neighborhoods because they were just “no good” she would always say. She worked her ass off day and night to provide a good life for me. Since my father was not in my life she wanted to be able to give me everything I ever wanted and needed and she did just that. My mother went to school, while still working and taking care of me. So she just tried her best by me. I was her only son so she was a little more protective than most parents. Even though I never really talked to no one, everybody knew me regardless in school and in my neighborhood. But I did not have someone I could truly call my friend, I only had acquaintances. Not until Deshawn Johnson came along. It was the first month of my ninth grade year and I was sitting in my English class. Deshawn walked in and gave the teacher a piece of paper. She directed him where to sit, which was at my table. He had a hard, mean-looking face, dark eyes, and a mustache and beard. Simply put, he looked like a grown man. ... ... middle of paper ... ... turned around instantly and she was laying on the ground, covered in her blood. When I looked up Raphael was gone. That day Jessie died. I felt my life was over, I never recovered from it and I never will because I feel like it was my fault she died. Raphael was later found and put away for life. I got out the drug game, got a real job, and stopped dealing with weed all together I do not even smoke it anymore. I lost the one person I loved the most over something that was not even worth it. So I had to cut all ties with almost everything that reminded me of her. I am still friends with Deshawn, Arthur, Sam, and Rio but I do not really talk to them like that. A very, very long story short I lost all that I loved from the things that I thought I loved; from things that were not really important from the beginning and definitely did not matter in the end.

Show More
Related

  • Examples Of Familismo

    890 Words  | 2 Pages

    I cannot even begin to explain how it varies between how my mom and her seven siblings were all taught and raised. My older sister Tasha was usually the reason most of the rules I have today, were put in place. She was kind of a rebel child. Brittany followed in her footsteps. I threw my parents for a loop when I graduated not only from Utica High School, but from Career Technical Education Center of Licking County with honors and passing my registry exam becoming a Registered Medical Assistant. I really surprised them when I decided to go to college. I was their first child to attend college. My mother was extremely proud of me and even cried because she was so blessed to be able to afford to send me through college. Growing up, my mother was not given the opportunity to go to college due to financial

    Read More

  • The Great Depression of the Late 1800’s (An analysis of Emily Bronte’s and Thomas Hardy’s Poems

    786 Words  | 2 Pages

    Throughout the lives of most people on the planet, there comes a time when there may be a loss of love, hope or remembrance in our lives. These troublesome times in our lives can be the hardest things we go through. Without love or hope, what is there to live for? Some see that the loss of hope and love means the end, these people being pessimistic, while others can see that even though they feel at a loss of love and hope that one day again they will feel love and have that sense of hope, these people are optimistic. These feelings that all of us had, have been around since the dawn of many. Throughout the centuries, the expression of these feelings has made their ways into literature, novels, plays, poems, and recently movies. The qualities of love, hope, and remembrance can be seen in Emily Bronte’s and Thomas Hardy’s poems of “Remembrance” “Darkling Thrush” and “Ah, Are you Digging on my Grave?”

    Read More

  • The Giver by Lois Lowry

    631 Words  | 2 Pages

    the feeling of loss, hate and envy. As Alfred, Lord Tennyson said, “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”. He states that love is worth the pain that the feel...

    Read More

  • Educational Injustices in Smallville, Ohio

    733 Words  | 2 Pages

    During my first few weeks, I met a student named Joseph. He towered over me at 6-foot-4 and weighing 300 pounds. At first, I didn't know what to expect from him.I was surprised to learn he had failed the 9th grade twice and with this being his third try he was in the same grade as his younger brother, Jason. Joe and I became friends fast. I was treated differently because of my skin color but Joe did not judge me. Through students chit-chatter, I learned Joe was very popular and on the football team but had unexpectedly quit his first year. Joe struggled with his classes especially in English and Mathematics. One day in English, another kid was struggling to read a passage aloud, the classroom was filled with snickers and the teacher made the poor kid continue. After class, Joe comforted the kid and made him smile. That was his talent,, he had the ability to make people feel better.

    Read More

  • Self Comparison Essay

    713 Words  | 2 Pages

    First of all, my perceptions of my greatest strengths display that reasoning and enthusiasm to learn are some of my greatest strengths, however, my mother reports that my greatest strengths which we did not share were English skills, kindness, politeness, and trustworthiness. Another question in which our opinions differed was that I was not in high school long enough to have a solid experience which to explain about, but on the other hand, my mother had a great experience in high school, enjoyed school overall, and had mostly wonderful teachers. Lastly, my worries for myself in this school year include falling behind in my advanced class, not obtaining perfect A’s throughout the year, or accidentally being late. However, my mother had absolutely no fears or worries for me this year in school, demonstrating that she has a great deal of faith in me. Between my perceptions of my skills and my mother’s perception of them, the fact that there are differences between our opinions has been validated with these pieces of

    Read More

  • Overcoming Bullying: A Child's Turbulent Journey

    271 Words  | 1 Pages

    It was at Cline Elementary in the 2nd grade during recess when I saw two boys walking towards me. I knew that one of the boys were named Nick and the other was his cousin. At the time, I knew exactly what they were going to do, and I was right. "So, how are you and your disgusting boyfriend.", he sneered. This was everyday of my life, "He's not my boyfriend!", I fired back, "We're just friends." Back and forth we spat out venomous comments to each other.

    Read More

  • Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel

    815 Words  | 2 Pages

    stories of the tragic effect of a love so strong that it can kill sets the table for the

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Becoming A Bully Victim

    596 Words  | 2 Pages

    When I first changed elementary schools, I was shy and concerned that this would keep me from making friends. I moved to Harper just before finishing second grade, but it wasn’t until August of that year that I actually attended school in Harper. At first, I’d spend my recesses walking the playground and watching children play with their friends. After my first few days of school, students began to bully me about my size, appearance, or shyness. Counselor visits became a regular and my once happy nature slowly became a rarity. I don’t remember how long I’d been in Harper before Samuel and I met. He once stood up for my when I was being called fat and we had been friends ever since.

    Read More

  • Third Grade Failure

    553 Words  | 2 Pages

    Today, people are categorized as either smart or in need of extra help. I was one of the people who were categorized as somebody who needed "extra help" in the third grade. In the third grade, I had a challenge with reading and writing but at the same time I was seen as the best student in the class. When I was in the third grade my sister was in the fourth grade and she was the opposite of me. My older sister has always been the best at math, reading, and writing, my parents always said, "I should learn from her." Believe it or not, it affected me in many ways, I felt as if I was a failure to the family every time I brought home a test that I did terribly in. My sister is the first to drive, work at the age of 16, and the first to

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Why My Failed Math Test

    261 Words  | 1 Pages

    I had expected my performance in school to make me truly happy when it really couldn’t. When something as important as my identity failed me, I felt empty. Although the real reason for this emptiness was unimportant, it revealed a much larger and deeper issue. Instead of putting my confidence in unfailing love, I had let a worldly concern determine my

    Read More

  • My Grandmother, Grandma

    398 Words  | 1 Pages

    My grandmother was born at a time when the Japanese had invaded Korea. At those times girls were not considered to be very important and guys were valued. That has not changed a whole lot even today. Yet my grandma was an extraordinary women, she was the youngest girl in her family and her mother died when she was only five years old. She went to about third grade because Korea doesn't have a public school system and learned most of her reading and writing skills through her older sisters, who knew a little more than her. My grandma was a fast learner and was able to learn Korean and even Japanese quickly. Living under a very strict father she was not able to go farther than the front yard. She was often discouraged in learning stuff such as math, history, and reading and writing. Most of these stuff was often taught only to boys that could afford it. Girls were not taught anything but how to cook and clean. Regardless of her sex she desired for something better. She learned these basic skills independently and even exceeded in them. She loved reading books and read what she could find and she is the most intelligent person I know.

    Read More

  • Influential Social Factors: Education, Family, Socioeconomic Class

    837 Words  | 2 Pages

    First off, none of my family has gone to college aside from one or two random classes required by their jobs. So this was a big deal with my being in the “smart classes”; it meant I was going to college in their eyes. Another contributing factor was my grandparents. I’ve lived with them my entire life essentially; they’ve basically raised me. This being said, I was also the first grandchild, which translates into disciplined. Since I was a “smart kid”, perfection was expected, and nothing less. Anything less would be questioned, scrutinized, and more than likely chastised. There was no choice or question for me; “I was supposed to be smart”. So, that meant I had to take the harder classes, I had to get good grades, and I had to go to college. And, being a “smart kid” was the only way I could get

    Read More

  • My Mother has had a Positive Influence on My Life

    1191 Words  | 3 Pages

    Equally important are the standard my mother has set for us she has taught us that if you set your goals high then it gives you something to reach for. She also believes that you can do anything you set your mind on. We never went to the schools in our district because my mother wanted to enhance our education. She would say that just because you don’t have money doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have just as good of an education as the well to do. She sent us to Catholic School for a few years till the expense got to be too much and then switched us to a good school in Chandler. We are not allowed to get a grade lower than a C if we do we lose something that is of importance to us, till we bring our grade ba...

    Read More

  • My Education

    1316 Words  | 3 Pages

    It started out with parents that were always interested in education, mine and their own, whenever I learned something new; they were always interested in it also. I was taught from the beginning much about the things around me, outdoors and in. I remember when I was in high school my mother would actually want to work with me on calculus, b...

    Read More

  • My Mother In My Life Essay

    767 Words  | 2 Pages

    Even at the age of 17, many adults have praised me for being a well-rounded, responsible, and mature young adult. Though I am often complimented for my character, I have my mother to thank. She is a big part of the reason why I am the person I am today. From academic awards to character recognitions, my mother has helped me reach all of those accomplishments. From a young child to a young adult, my mother has taught me to be obedient, respectful, and nice. She has ensured that I keep my conduct in check and my grades up to par.

    Read More

More about That Day Jessie Died

Open Document