The next morning, I wake up excited. I jump out of bed, and into the bathroom, where I fill up the tub without any spills. I bathe and brush my teeth before entering the kitchen. Just like yesterday, Cassian sits at the table with a steaming mug of tea. We exchange ‘good mornings’ while he pours me a cup of tea. I sniff the calming aroma as Cassian sits back down before taking a sip and oh god I’m in heaven. I come back to reality just enough to remember what I wanted to ask Cassian about. “Hey Cassian, do you think you could hold a short council meeting today? I know you just had a meeting yesterday but I’ve got this great idea and it just can’t wait!” I pleaded. “Well, on such short notice, I can’t hold a meeting right now, but we can …show more content…
She begins to speak twice as fast as before, a blur of words spewing from her mouth as Xavier irritatedly sighs. I laugh and ask her about this place and Safie gives me a full backstory of what she and Xavier have done here, with Xavier correcting facts here and there. By the time we make it back to the dinner area, it feels like I’ve spent my whole life here. We settle down at a table and chow down on our dinner. Safie sings a song and Xavier remarks at her lack of manners when Cassian approaches us. “Council meeting now?” He prompts and we scarf down the rest of our dinner in record time before following him into a house that looks like it might fall down any second. He leads us to what seems to be a living room with a few people already in it. There was an elderly lady with her white hair pulled into a tight bun sitting in a chair with her cane by her side, a man with a ponytail at the base of his neck sitting on a couch with a woman who had a mass of curly blond hair and perfect posture, and a bald man with bushy eyebrows sits on the ground comfortably. “So this is Nadine, Xavier, and Safie,” Cassian gestures towards us, “and the man on the ground is Hadrian, the man and woman on the couch is Valentino and Calista, and the lady at the chair is Elder Idella.” Her kind blue eyes gaze at me as I smile and nod, say my hellos before
“Yes!” Everyone shouted in unison, turning many heads in the process. Then it 's decided, we will have the intentional dinner at my house!” Everyone began to nod with firm satisfied smiles. There was finally a solution (14. Reinforcement, Haun 78).
“That was then, and this is now. And now I’m hungry.” Lizzy replies, twirling her curly black hair. “So when is dinner gonna be ready?”
“It’s time for dinner my daughter,” he said. No one answered. He called again, but this time he was a little bit scared so he raised his voice a little bit.
I felt as though I was watching a train barrelling towards me, an inevitable bullet that had come tumbling out of the opposing pitcher’s arm. But instead I stood immobilized, watching my team's only chance of winning whiz by me. Strike three. I heard my team from behind me shouting “SWING!” with my mind screaming the same. But my bat remained unmoving, the pop of the catcher's glove like the nail into the coffin that was our defeat. All I had to do to keep our hopes of winning hope alive was swing, and yet I couldn't. I stayed on the field afterwards, tossing the ball up in the air and swinging away, landing it on the thick maple barrel of the bat.
As discussed in class, discourse is our communication. Furthermore, author James Paul Gee of “What is Literacy” defines discourse as an “identity kit” (Gee, “What is Literacy?”). Gee includes discourse as a combination of one’s thinking, acting, and language that is associated to a group of others. There are different kinds of discourses; two discourses that will be discussed in this paper are primary and secondary. Primary discourse is the “oral mode developed in the primary process of enculturation” (Gee, “What is Literacy?”). The primary discourse in this paper is the first-person experience I had in high school. Secondary discourse is “developed in association with and by having access to and practice with these secondary institutions” (Gee, “What is Literacy?”). School, work, and church are examples of secondary institutions. The secondary discourse in the paper is attending the University of Arkansas and writing this paper. According to Gee, “secondary discourse can serve as a meta-discourse to critique the primary discourse…” (“What is Literacy?”). Throughout this process I wanted to know if high school is destined. Was my high school experience awful or is there a sociological reasoning behind the events? With that, I have researched the social construct and applied it to my previous experiences enabling me to truly discover if high school is destined.
“Hey, are you hungry at all? I am. Thought I’d cook something up if you were too—?”
“You have clean all this, don’t you dare break any.” I start cleaning the already sparkling glasses with a clean cloth. I notice that on the table had delicious looking pastries and buns on silver platters. My stomach growls painfully it had been weeks since I last ate properly, it seems as if the food was placed there as if to tease me. I hear playful footsteps thumping from above and see Bruno
"You look like you want to ask a quesiton, so you might as well ask it while we have some relative peace and quiet" He stated, his focus going to his food as he continued to eat, though his ears were all for
“Lord Donovan,” Syd corrected. “Humans are funny about titles. It’s a way to spend time with him. And if some of the mostly silly girls master it, you can.”
It was a relief to step inside the warm building. People from all over the world were sitting down at tables eating dinner and chatting. A bar was set up right next to the tables so people sat on the high stools laughing with each other.
“Yeah, we’ve been dating for a little while now and we were just looking for the right time to tell you guys.”
Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.
she puts the breakfast dishes on the table and addresses her owners with a "yes
...nt to the table. Ethan helped Fauna into her chair and sat in the chair next to her. Aunt Sarah sat across the table in front of Fauna. Ethan’s mother sat on one end of the table and his father sat on the other.
My mom woke me the following morning. She had decided to bring me breakfast in bed...