I sit down quietly and find my favourite spot on my bedroom wall to stare at. The future seems promising but there is the stiff air of realism that is threatening me from getting to my dreams. The piercing baby blue eyes of that despicable Vincent Gallo poster bore through the side of my head. The Vincent Gallo poster is a reminder of my ‘Ugh! Look at me, I’m so freaking unique’ phase. A phase I’d rather forget. The pretentious behaviour that I displayed in that dishonourable era is something I try to erase from my mind. The Poster is a sentimental remnant of that era, I love to hate it. I always imagine that the Vince Gallo poster gives me pieces of witty and intelligent pieces of advice my friends would never dare to give me.
Now,
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So, feel free to speak to me whenever you want to.” Xander says- his voice is calm and pleasant, like a warm summer breeze. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, Xander.” I non-chalantly reply; I am good at concealing certain emotions. Right now, I only show a hint of ‘the smile’. The smile that apparently ‘shows off my dimples and makes my eyes twinkle’ according to my father. I always gave him ‘the smile’. “Sorry, I need to go and study” I lie and I get out of the kitchen then dart up the stairs and head back to my room. Gah, so much effort!
I try to return to my stream of thought. The Poster finally decides to give me some advice, very shitty advice. “Stay true to yourself and go with the flow.” Haha, thanks a lot Vince. That Vincent Gallo poster, is important to me, yeah, the guy requested to get blown in his movie and has the worst comebacks in retort history but the guy still has a small place in my
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I am in a place that I’m not supposed to be in. I’m in the goddamn day that changed everything. There’s a rhythmic knock on my bedroom door. “Come in,” I sing chirpily. My dad comes in and sits on the edge of my bed. “Hey, angel. Do you need anything?” My dad asks. It’s going to be my birthday in a week. Do I need anything? Nah. Do I want anything? Hell yes. I am going to be 13! 13! I’m going to be a woman! I can cuss, listen to rap music, talk about puberty and drink cola. I will be a teenage woman (wait, is that even possible? ). I’m only kidding. It’s amazing how you always want things when it isn’t your birthday and when it your birthday you don’t know what to
“Hi Daisy”, Abby says while taking a seat across from me. At that moment, my jaw literally dropped, and my mouth went speechless and dry. “Daisy!” Mom snapped, giving me “The Look”. I quickly closed my mouth and said hi. As we spent a few minutes in awkward silence after I said hi, I sat there staring aimlessly into her face. I wasn’t trying to be rude but she w...
Coming up to a jump about to go airborne but then smash! He crashes into the dirt breaking his leg and part of his knee, but he has no support. This is where you would go to Road 2 Recovery(R2R) for help. There are many foundations out there to help people with sport problems, but there are only a few to help with dirt biking. This is why The Road 2 Recovery foundation is a dedicated program to help AMA professional motocross and supercross members with financial and emotional assistance if they have a career ending or very critical injury (“Welcome to the Road 2 Recovery foundation” 1).
“I’m fine!” I snapped back at the woman. She began to cry and slowly walked away. I made her cry. This day keeps getting worse and worse.
Throughout my life my mom has always been selfless and generous- especially when it came to her children and grandchildren… ever putting her self last! SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING… Unlike my sister, I was the one that gave my parents their grey hair… It took me longer than most to mature, and the truth is- that’s putting it mildly. Yet through all the ups and downs, and all the times I would end up disappointing her expectations of me, one thing NEVER
screaming, “ God why do you hate me are you calling me back so you and dad can hear me cry and listen to my pain to laugh at all ive ever did was be the best daughter I can be by getting good grades, behaving and looking picture perfect just like you wanted me to are you liking the satisfaction of what is going on what on earth is wrong with you?You're my parents you're supposed to love me and be proud of me for doing my best but this is what I get for trying to be the daughter you always wanted!” Amelia sighs exasperated when Andrew says ,“Wow that was amazing that took major guts admitting that to me.”Amelia is so shocked she looks like she has just seen a ghost when she says, “I am so sorry I didn't mean to take out my anger and frustration
“Kim, you have ten minutes to come downstairs! We will not be late for this dinner!” Trying to ignore her high-pitched voice, I make my way into my room. As I walk through the matte, mulberry-colored door, I see the hideous floral sundress that my mother has gently placed on my bed. What is the point of this stupid dinner? All I want is to be able to eat what I want, when I want. Why can’t she understand that? Dad would have understood. I just want to stay within my paisley walls, lights dimmed, and not worry about anything at all.
Later at home Jess's Mum: Chi Chi Chi. He was touching you all over! Put his hands on your bare legs! You're not a young girl anymore! And showing the world your scar!
Auntie was so mad. She actually couldn’t believe that Dad had done this!! She said to Mum, "I told you not to come. Look what is happening now," but Mum didn't think he would do this either. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life.
Until that point in time, I was not a self-reliant teenager; I had everything done for me. That all changed when she died, because I had to start ciphering things out for my own. I was no longer being catered to; I was being involuntarily forced to act like an adult now. In addition, this brought unwanted responsibility, which meant a tremendous reconstruction in my life, and it was a good formation occurring. I started to become independent in my journey through life, and was no longer dependent on everyone to do deeds for me like my mother once did. It was an extensive metamorphosis, and of course I battled it every step of the way, but the transformation occurred to be evident. The change did happen and I am delighted that I developed responsibilities, because it made me a sound and durable
It’s 10:30am and Janice, Alex’s mother, receives a phone call. “Hi Janice, this is Mrs. Smith calling with regards to Alex. Yes, he isn’t having a good day. He has been very disruptive this morning. We tried calling down Alex’s older sister to calm him down, and to talk to him, but he wouldn’t calm down. Would you please come and get him?”
If for some miracle life was given back to you, would you accept it with open arms? Would you find your wings and dive to earth with a smile on your face? What about you? Yes, you! How would you feel about a second chance? Would it be meaningful to you, or would it just be another absolute right? I have loads of questions for him. He who’s name shall remain unknown. Yes, I decided on my own will that he is definitely a boy. How could he not be? This question never seems to grasp my attention for more than a second. I could not give you a valid reason for my assumption, because it is not just an assumption to me, but actual reality that thrives only in my mind.
"Momma, look what Jessica commented on Facebook about my new haircut,” the girl says, pulling up the hateful post to read for the third time that day. Her mother looks at the degrading words and frowns.
In this essay I will analysis three movie posters and their remakes. The three movie posters I will analyse are Psycho, The secret life of Walter Mitty and Thunderball. I will analyse these posters using the methods I have learned in Media Analysis such as Feminism, Male gaze and Audience theory, along with techniques such as camera angles, lighting and so on. Using these concepts I will analyse these posters and their remakes and see what the changes, if any, were in between the years the movies were released.
I spent the first 18 years of my life pretending like my parents were just like those of my friends. I was already considered "different" enough by most of my peers; I didn’t need to add on another way in which I was just a little bit odd. When I was in elementary school and junior high I didn’t lie about my parents, but I didn’t freely offer up information about them either. I usually tried to avoid the subject at all costs. When I was in second or third grade, one of my classmates thought my mom was my grandma. I remember it being dark outside when this happened, so we must have been at school for our annual Christmas pageant. Since our school didn’t have too many extracurricular activities, that was the only time we were ever in the school after hours. I remember looking out the window of my classroom and seeing my mom approaching the school. She was coming to watch the Christmas pageant that would be starting shortly. My mom was great; she never missed a school event that involved me in any way. She even attended all of my parent-teacher conferences, except one when she had a hysterectomy. Anyway, one of my classmates had seen me with her before, so she knew that we were related. She saw my mom at the same time I did and said to me, "Oh, there’s your grandma." For whatever reason, I f...
According to Witkavitch (2010) life is about change and as human beings we’re always changing, growing, transforming and transitioning our lives. Our whole life is made up of change. It is relative to time and a natural component of our everyday life. Things change, they grow, they develop, they die, and something else shows up. There are many changes that can occur during a person’s lifetime. For instance, we all were once kids who changed into adults. With that said, as we age, dreams change. There will always be something new in life and we can’t expect everything to fall in place as we wish because the future is constantly changing. In the age of globalization, information and communication revolution changes are affecting our lifestyles, our ways of thinking, feelings and the way we act. Life changes everyday for a person in some way. Just like we expect the seasons to change and children to grow older. Some changes are very small and can affect your life in an enormous way. However, other events can be very important and could change your whole life such as getting married, getting arrested, having a baby, and even losing a close friend or relative. The important events that altered my life are coming the United States, playing club soccer, becoming a U.S. citizen, going to graduate school and studying abroad. In this in paper, I will discuss how these phases transformed my life physically and mentally.