Warm sand, cool water, tanning at the beach, these are all things we love about summer, and quite frankly what we expect. Imagine my disappointment when my summer was the exact opposite. This past summer I decided was going to be my most productive summer yet. However I would soon come to see that it was by far the most stressful and heartbreaking summer I have ever had. So my summer started off by getting offered an internship in accounts payable just like I did last summer, which I was ecstatic about. I also decided I wanted to take a driving class, which I paid with my own money from the money I earned the previous summer. I worked three days a week, for eight hours a day and went to driving school in the evening for two hours, five times …show more content…
We were a mixture of confusion and sorrow, we had so many questions but no one to ask. Arriving at the hospital we immediately found my brother and upon seeing us he burst into tears. I have never in my entire life seen him cry, it broke my heart just at the sight. So my two sisters, my mother, and I all enclosed him in a tight embrace, while he just sobbed. Once he composed himself he told us what had happened. Apparently the baby had …show more content…
Then Child Protective Services were involved and they decided that until their investigation was complete the baby could not be alone with his parents. Our two options were the baby either lived with another family member or someone over the age of eighteen stayed in my brother’s house. Being the tight knit family that we are, we all offered our support. Seeing as there was no other choice, we decided that the baby would be best placed in the care of my parents, but we understood that my brother and his wife could not bare to part with their son, so we invited them to stay at our house while things cleared up. I gave up my room in order for them to have an area to sleep, I didn 't mind, I just stayed in my sisters bedroom. The problem was that everyone in the house was working, including myself and someone over the age of eighteen had to be with the baby at all times. And I decided I needed to stop working, and that I would help to take care of the baby during the day when everyone was at work. Now, because I was only seventeen I needed one other adult with me, so my aunt stayed as well, her being a little older and not having the ability to keep up with a child, I
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 poem "Summer" by Dean Myers uses figurative language throughout to convey the simple joys experienced during a hot summer day. By using repetition and imagery to create a scene for his readers to experience and understand his message. I chose this poem because it reminded me of my summer experiences that are similar to this one depicted by Mr. Myers.
One day coming home from a long afternoon from hiking, being 31 weeks pregnant, I felt much drained so I headed to bed. I woke up to a feeling of wetness; I turned on the light to find that it was blood. I screamed for my husband and we immediately went to the hospital. I was scared and just not sure what to do since this was my first child. When we got the hospital we found I was in labor. The hospital did everything they could to postpone the labor so I could at least receive steroids for my child’s lungs to develop faster. These needed to be in my system for 24 hours before delivery. After delivery, he was rushed to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). I wasn’t even able to see him. I was worried, anxious, and stressed.
When I was a few months old, I was placed in foster care because my mother was charged with child endangerment and neglect. I do not know why she was charged but I am sure it had something to do with her severe drug addiction. I stayed in foster care for 4 and a half years before my next of kin was contacted, my grandmother. She traveled back up to New York to begin the process of gaining guardianship of me. (She had done the same arduous process a year earlier for my brother) She was granted custody and quickly moved me away from New York. When my brother was eight and I was seven, our grandmother adopted us and became our permanent legal guardian. My father wasn’t around because he was in prison for numerous charges.
Summer is time for friends, relaxation, and memories, but my summer was none of that. Summer going into freshman year was not the best because of school. Well even before I went into high school I heard stories from my cousins and other students about bullying and being thrown a penny at because I would be freshman. I was frightened for a whole month before school started. I remember asking my cousin how did he deal with all of that in school and he said “just collect all the pennies and save them and let the bullies beat you up”. You might think i was overreacting unless if you heard the way he was saying it. Walking into the hallways of Buffalo grove high school scared and cautious I enter my classroom, looking left and right,
Battling a miscarriage a couple years prior, my mother was feeling mixed emotions. Around this time, I was a senior in high school so the news was neutral for me being that I was the only child for eighteen years. I did not know if I should rejoice or complain because I was leaving for college soon. My brother was born about two weeks before my high school graduation, and I must say that it was a very intense and complicated birth being that my mother was nearly forty giving birth to her second child.
When asking most people his or her favorite season that person will say the basic spring, summer, fall, or winter; however, I think of seasons differently. My seasons consist of track season, from the end of February until April; no school season, from May until July; cross country season, from August until November; and soccer season, from November until the middle of February. My life as a high school athlete revolves around school and sports; therefore, my thinking of seasons also revolves around school and sports. There is an attraction to cross country season unlike any other season; consequently, it is my favorite season. Cross country season: the weather, the team, and the euphoria of winning make this the best time of the year.
When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have
When certain texts are read, different messages can be taken from it. Also, more arguments and ideas can be branched off of that one particular theme. The poem of “Summer” by Walter Dean Myers plays out a very happy scene of the overall joy of summer. This poem shares all the happiness that occurs and can occur throughout and during summer. Memories come rushing back to many who read this and reflect back on their childhood summer days. Yet, one issue that could be branched of this poem and could be noted is the increasing problem of children now days not having such an enjoyable and memorable summer. Kids all over spend their time differently and have many reasons why they do not play outside during summer more often than a few years back. It makes those who have good summer memories of being outside sad that children now aren’t enjoying summer outdoors as much as they could. In “Summer” by Walter Dean Myers, an argument that could be talked about would be that which of children not playing outside in summer as much as before and the main problems that led to this occurring is that technology is a huge distraction, some environments are scary to be in, and just pure laziness.
Summer vacation. For most children and teens, the phrase conjures up images of hot, sunny days and vacations with the whole family to far-off places. We all envision lazy afternoons relaxing on the beach, playing in water parks, and going on picnics. But what happens when summer ends and the reality of another year of school sinks in?
When this season comes, people are excited for the hot summer rays and the fun. Though, eventually the season ends and people are ready for it to get cooler and life to seemingly go back to how it is every other part of the year. Once summer is up, the frog no longer croaks in the ffbog, just as once someone’s season of fame is up they will no longer be recognized, so the rush is gone and
Even though they might not find out and you can get away with it , never lie to your parents. Sooner or later they may find out. Parents expect you to be honest with them. so you can earn their trust, and, lying to your parents about your location etcetera is not needed. I learned the hard way that honesty is always the best policy with just one night one the town.
I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
My favorite season of the year is summer because of the warm weather, the school vacation, and the endless fun. I really enjoy the warm weather because it’s the perfect atmosphere to do outdoor activities. My favorite part about summer has to be the fact that school is closed for two months. During summer, you’re free to do whatever you want, not worrying about curfew or waking up early for school. Summer time is a great time to relax with friends and family by soaking up the sun at a beach or simply having dinner together.
A typical Sunday morning at my house is a little less sleep and a lot more work. It 's early when my eyes open. The first thing she tells me is, “Mija, I want you to go to the kitchen as soon as you get your clothes on.” Not even a “Good Morning.” The market’s over at the Redlands and there 's a lot of traffic at that time. It usually takes me a bit to get up. There 's a whole routine to it; she 'd yell at me so I 'm up, make me take a shower, and have me go feed and take out the dogs. I don 't even know why we have five, our house barely fits two. Nonetheless, I love them all.