There I sat, crammed in the backseat of Keith's ‘78 Buick Riviera, an unopened case of beer at my feet, and blue and red lights flashing behind us. We were screwed, and we all knew it. The officer walked up and tapped on the window. Keith attempted to roll down the window, but in his nervous frenzy, pressed the wrong button and rolled down the driver’s side back window. Not one of us moved, except Keith, who frantically rolled up the back window while rolling his down. I could feel Kimmy shaking next to me and even though she didn’t make a sound, I knew she was crying. I took her hand in mine and ran my thumb over her knuckles. I was terrified, but it didn’t show. I’m grounded for the rest of my life, I thought. June 3, 1987, also known as …show more content…
When she finally finished getting ready, we went downstairs and set up the rest of the decorations for the party. “Prepare yourself for the two most excruciating hours of your life,” Kimmy told me, half joking. Pretty soon her family and friends started arriving. After we ate, played Cornhole, and took a thousand pictures and socialized for a while. We left Kimmy's house at around 5:00 to go to the school. Graduation was long and boring and I almost fell asleep halfway through. Jenny Johnson’s valedictorian speech was the most cliche speech I've ever heard and when we were getting our diplomas, she tripped and almost fell on her face. After the ceremony there were pictures after pictures with every family member we have and then with some people that we don't even remember. When the pictures were finally over we went home, Kimmy washed her makeup off and we were both relieved to change out of those awful dresses and into jeans and T-shirts. Keith honked his horn, signaling for us to come outside. When I crawled into the back seat I noticed a case of Bud Light on the floor. “How'd you get the beer, Keith?” Kimmy asked as she closed the
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
The couple, Mel states, was driving down the interstate when an intoxicated nineteen-year-old “plowed his dad’s pickup truck” into the couple’s camper (146). Though the driver was pronounced dead on arrival, the couple survived. They were, however, in critical condition. During their recovery, Mel states, the man was depressed even after learning that his wife was safe.
Officer Ryan’s perception of the situation at hand was one that led to an escalation. He pulled over Mr. and Mrs. Thayer though his partner warned him they did nothing wrong. His response was simply, “they were doing something.” Officer Ryan’s initial perception of Mrs. Thayer was incorrect, as he perceived her to be a white woman that was engaging in fellatio with a black man. Once Officer Ryan engaged in a conversation with Mr. Thayer and noticed how lightly he and his wife were taking the current situation, he became aggravated and asked Mr. Thayer to step out of the vehicle to perform a sobriety test.
From the outset of the story there is an overwhelming sense of hope that has enveloped the entire community and school with the upcoming graduation. The communitie's involvement strengthens the authors excitement in her rite of passage. Everyone is preparing for the ceremony and seeking to see how it will affect the lives of those involved. "Only a small percentage would be continuing on to college" (835) and others were just excited for the "glorious release" (834) from school. She felt like she was on top of the world, after all, "the graduating classes themselves were the nobility" (834). It is obvious how much pride she takes in her community by the way she describes her class as "an extended family." (834). The author's school was not the most impressive school compared to the white schools in the area but that could not damper the spirit that was filling the air. Parents who were buying or making new outfits for their graduates made everyone including the author the center of attention. Her "momma launched out on [hers]," (835) and she was swollen with pride that she was going to be a walking mod...
Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s Ford Taurus swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. When I got to Jackie‘s car I opened the door and said, “What’s wrong Jackie”.
And as she was thinking of how to get to a taxi the stale air suddenly was disrupted by a draft from an open door or window from down stairs. So she started to run down the wet road to get to a taxi so she could go home. And she got to town where there should be and is a taxi waiting, so she got in and it took off and she had realized she had not told him where to go. So she decided to scratch the glass, and when she did the driver almost slammed the brakes almost to a stop. He opened the glass window and this jolted Mrs. Drovers head forward almost hitting the glass, and their faces weren’t but 6 inches apart, her mouth was opened for a few seconds before she screamed. She was beating on the glass as the taxi accelerated without mercy, into the hinterland of deserted streets. And we can all assume that the driver was her old
In the days leading up to her graduation, she was so excited about receiving her diploma for her academic accomplishments, even though she hasn’t accomplished a lot in life by experiencing a little bit of it. She felt like the birthday girl with her pretty dress, beautiful hair, and the presents she received from Uncle Willie and her mother. She felt like it w...
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
Finally after what seemed like years, I walked out to greet my new father-in-law and my new wife. I shook his hands as he gave away his youngest daughter to start our own family, and then I reached out for the arm of my bride. Together we walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stood in front of the pastor’s
I am standing on the hardwood court in the Peters Township high school gymnasium, sweat beading down my forehead. My hands resting on my knees, awaiting the serve from the Peters Township player. The feeling of excitement and anticipation make my legs tremble in preparation for the next serve. I can hear the resenting jeers resounding from the crowd sitting in the plastic bleachers. It had caught the eye of most people in the gym, but I just noticed that their old dilapidated scoreboard flickering on and off since it was missing a lightbulb. The ramshackle scoreboard hung on the wall, looking as if it could fall of at any minute. It read 14 to 13 in our favor. I stare through the nylon net, looking at the kid standing there spinning the ball in his hands. Then, he tosses the rubber smothered carcass high in the air…and the play has begun.
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
There is one moment that stands above all others in every child’s grade school career, and that is their graduation ceremony. The event that every freshman looks forward to from the moment that they step into high school. Don’t get me wrong, people have the most memorable times while in high school, I know have, but it will be a roller coaster experience for all. Nevertheless, it is just something about the anticipation that every teen has to finally be on their own and not having to follow their parents’ rules and orders every day. We are all eager to gain freedom from all of the arguments, chores, and restrictions, although, we will eventually miss the little things that are done for us. As I finished the last graduation rehearsals,
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by