Walking out the door and find you there, still haven’t done your hair. Pull yourself together you tell yourself, it’s all the weather. Break your surroundings before you try, I swear you try. California can’t solve you, I can’t solve you. I’m a piece of you that could fall off, at any point. Why don’t you want to, why don’t you want to. Crumbling inside, i swear you flied, you help me by. Confidence is mine, up hold yourself, you can’t peril. You held me up, I was told i could live up. Bee sting inside, capsule can’t make you bright. California can’t solve you, I can’t solve you. I’m a piece of you that could fall off, at any point. Why don’t you want to, why don’t you want
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Although the 1970s are greatly remembered as a decade filled with social influence, personal freedom, and a nation-wide cultural rebirth, they also presented a tense time period of American history. Civil unrest heightened at the United States entry into the Vietnam War, and as expected, protests in various shapes and sizes broke out across the country. However, one particular form of protest proved so important that the protester found himself before the United States Supreme Court in summer of 1971. The protester is also known as Paul Robert Cohen, and the case is also known as Cohen v. California. The decision that resulted from the case positively impacted America as it upheld the right of the People to voice their ire on governmental decisions without fearing law infringement, so long as violence is not the primary goal.
It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
There’s a lot that could be said to convince you that renting apartments in Oakland would be one of the best decisions of your life. Maybe you’d be interested in the fact that Oakland is a smart city; it’s one of the top cities when counting residents with bachelor’s degrees. Maybe you’d be intrigued by the fact that Oakland is known for its ethnic diversity, as well as its sustainability practices. Many more facts could be spewed at you, and they’d all add up to one thing—Oakland is an awesome, hip place to live.
In Valdez Valdez’ article “Envisioning California”, he mentions the term Cultural Fusion, the idea that when a new group migrates into an area the existing and new culture will eventually mesh together and create a new unique culture that has elements of its parents. Cultural fusion isn’t a complete assimilation of cultures, it is a gradual change. This change is as simple as eating the new group’s food, using their words and slang, and just interacting with them. Valdez argues that this is the eventual culture of the 21st Century, a melting pot. He mentions Cultural Fusion in his article “Envisioning California” to describe how California’s culture came to be.
In the summer of 2015, the summer before my freshman year, my grandmother and I took a trip to the other side of the country. I had never been anywhere west of Tennessee before, so going to California was going to be an exciting experience. My vacation there was like going to a whole other country. The morning of our flight I double checked my bags and made sure I had everything I would need for my trip. Flying into Fresno everything I saw was brown, except for the golf courses. The reason for everything being so brown was because during this time California was in a 5-year drought. Also being in the central valley it’s sandy and desert like. After landing and getting our luggage we stood outside waiting for my uncle to pick us up from the airport. When you think of California you think of perfect weather but stepping outside we were met with 115 degrees of the blazing hot sun. Not exactly what I consider “perfect” weather.
Don’t ask me how I feel, I’m not going to tell you. Talking about it makes it worse. When I explain my pain, I have to think about it. Ignore it; maybe it will go away. I dwell on my fears of what may happen. I don’t want to pass that fear on to you. You don’t see it as I do. It’s not your body; it’s not your life. I don’t tell you because I don’t want you to be afraid for me. I can deal with it. I’ll be OK. I don’t tell you because I know that my words are inadequate. I can’t express what it is, yet I do want you to know (even if you can’t exactly feel it). I want to let you in to my world. I want you to know how different my life is from yours, even though it looks much the same. I’m not scarred or crippled. You can’t pick me out in a crowd. To you, I’m just another classmate, another student, another stranger on the street.
For many of us, one of the most accurate and effective ways to express the feelings that really matter to us is through music. We don’t only grow to attached to songs that are catchy, but also those with lyrics that we can relate to. It is not uncommon to feel like sometimes, artists can convey the way we feel better than we could ourselves. The storybook-like lines you read at the start of this page are a collection of lyrics
When I stepped out of the car for Cross Country Camp, I couldn't tell if I actually wanted to be there. I had been looking forward to this event for months, but part of me still wanted to hop back in my van and go home. At home there wasn't anything to prove, and I didn't feel like people were watching me everywhere I went.
The Last Days of California is a coming of age novel about a family on a road trip to California so they can be the last ones to be raptured before the apocalypse. It’s a cool idea for a story, and Mary Miller makes it seem like a plausible thing the characters to do. However, the novel falls short trying to juggle the characters and their intentions, as well as oddly pacing the novel over four days.
Cali is a freshman in high school, she is 15 and gets bullied and picked on everyday. She’s nice and never talks that much but other kids think she’s weird at school. Some students who sit behind her in class, like to pull hair, shove her in the hallway, and say mean things about her. They start rumors that aren’t true. No one is nice to her and she doesn't really have any friends.
Lack of proper clean air standards results in spending on medical care which pushes it above the average compared to other states. Public insurers spent the highest and it is envisaged that this may push the medical insurance high making it hard to access healthcare.
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie and she sounds upset .” As I came down stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.
Waking up everyday to see four, sometimes even five, cop cars driving down my street. The sound of sirens always grew loud as they’d pass by and the lights would peer through my window. As a child, I never understood why the cops were down my street every day. I lived in the south side of Sacramento, California the community there had altered my way of living. My parents coached me that even though things were as they were I should still act as though the matter at hand was important, and that I should care. As I have gotten older I realize that it's my family and others around me that I love me had educated me to respected other