My mother has always told me, even when we were at the airport, she was constantly repeating herself, and I thought she was going crazy. She said 'Guenael. I love so much, and well do. Sometimes, in life. We go through many struggle that will make give up on our lives. And people will notice you 're weakness and use that against you to bring you down. So, don 't get intimidated by it. You 're smart. You can do it” Never ever get discourage. Pray harder when life hit you on the ground”. As she was given this speech, I was playing with my robot toy and thinking of what was the importance of the long dull speech while I thought that life couldn 't be as destructive as an earthquake. But, now, I have to realized that, everything she said were …show more content…
Thank God to the free food at school. But, the only problem was that, you could only take one plate of food. They usually gave me a little amount of food, and I ussually ask my friends to go and get me food, since they dislike the cafeteria food. Since, we were seniors, they decided to made us a field trip, and it was only $5 dollars. I asked my father for permission. He said no. All of the class were going, except me. My friend, Peterson felt bad and gave me the $5.00 to pay for the field trip. The day of the field trip. I pretended that I was going to school. But, instead, I was going to the field trip. I put clothes in my bag to change. Peterson also gave me his sneaker to put on, because at that time, I only had a boot. Even in the summer, I put on my boot. When I got home. While I was in the shower, my stepmother went in my bag, and saw the clothes and the trophy I won at soccer game. She then, told my father when he got home. After I showered. My father called me and said, why did I put different cloths in my bag. I didn 't say anything, and I got beat and insulted. I passed the English exam, and I was graduating. I was happy. My hard word paid off. My father 's friend attended my junior high school graduation. My father claimed 'I have
“Life is hard”. At the very beginning of our lives, we were inside our mothers, but after a short period of time, we get out of them, and I consider that is a difficult moment in anyone’s life. Life outside of the womb is quite different. Indeed, there is a new world, which there is not just one human being. It is you and many others. From that moment on, life is constantly changing, and each change represents unknown new ideas and experiences. Therefore, life is a
It was our turn to order. We looked at the big overhead menu. The menu was overwhelming and hard to read, plus my family barely spoke English and had an accent. Not knowing what to order, I saw my mother feeling confused; there were many foods that was listed on the menu, and my mother didn’t know what they meant. While my mother was trying figure out which one to choose, the waiter started looking impatient and was acting aggressive. And to make things worse, one of the customers that was in the back said, “Hurry up! We are trying to eat.” Then my mom tried to frantically order, but the waiter interrupted my mom before letting her order and said, “I cannot understand what you are saying; please don’t waste the customer’s time.” My mom was speechless. The customers and the waiter were impatient and they were looking at us as if we were not supposed to be there. My mother failed to order and she was feeling embarrassed about it; while we were going out, I saw the employees pointing at us and making fun of our accent. Seeing that upsetting and unfair thing happen to my mom, at 10, I promised myself that I would financially and intellectually provide for my family so that we no longer endure the
At 15, I was at the YMCA one Saturday when my father stopped by. He was drunk. He tried to play a game of pool with me and ripped the table covering with his cue stick. Many of my friends were watching. I didn't return to the Y for a month.
‘Das Leben der Anderen’ (The Lives of Others) is a striking example of how a director can convey narrative links within a film by employing various styles and film techniques. The Lives of Others relies upon these visual means to assist with the telling of the story as much as it relies upon the script. In this selected sequence of the film, several narrative links are drawn here to form the conclusion of ‘Operation Lazlo’. These narrative links are further cemented by Donnersmarck’s use of various lighting styles, diegtic and non-diegtic sound, revealing camera shots and intricate mise-en-scene.
The first day I wanted to see how random people would react when I sat down near them and ate my food with my mouth wide open. I went to the student union and ordered Chic-Fil-A. I picked a spot by the TVs and started eating my food, purposely trying to be as obnoxious as I could without causing a huge scene. It was a little weird and scary for me to be around so many people by
My mother had allowed my father for the first time to take my brother and I to Florida on a vacation. Well unbeknownst to her my father was a part of the Jamaican Posse and was selling drugs state to state and internationally. He also had us around his girlfriend and their daughter at the time who he introduced her to us as the MAID. On a late night my father came home and the MAID told my father that I was just like my mother and that I thought I was better than her daughter. My father came into the living room smacked me in my face, he went outside and got a tamarind switch (like rose stem with the thorns), he told me get naked in front of everyone, he proceeded to whoop me, and then put me into an alcohol bath.
Then in 3rd grade had to go to J.R.E because the bus for F.E.S didn't run to come pick us up and my mom
My father decided he wanted to drive and judge a debate tournament my freshman year. This was his second time doing judging and driving. It was Public Forum, LD, parliamentary state qualifiers in Oceanside. My father finished judging and wanted to leave. My partner Holley Parsons and I were watching a speech round. I was marked down for texting. My father came in and removed me, my parent and another girl by the name of Jade Hovel from the room. He was angry and called me a stupid ignorant whore and we started going home. He continues to yell and ended up swerving off the road to hit me. That night I was not allowed to go back to my grandmas. He slammed me into the wall in the hallway. The next day Holley and Jade reported my father and as
We were going to visit my grandmother who was deprived of seeing us for quite some time. I remember feeling like utter garbage because of a massive test coming up. I was irritated beyond comprehension because my parents were taking up the only day I had to study before the test day. The combination of anger and stress was actually starting to make me feel a bit ill, but it seemed like my parents didn’t care. Before long, we arrived at our destination, and we were quickly invited in. We all were perched on the couch before too long. My brother was on a tirade about something and my grandmother was paying close attention to what he was spouting, even though she knew it was silly and made no sense. My parents had left to grab something for us to devour in the nearby town around an hour later. I was sitting in the farthest corner of the room from everyone. At this point, I had given up on studying for the test. I figured, “It's my parent’s fault if I fail the test. How am I going to pass this if I can’t even study for
It was a fall afternoon and I had just gotten off the bus at my grandparents’ house, so I could pick up the lawn mower to begin mowing at my great-grandfather’s house. Now the day prior, I was helping my grandfather in the garden cut down cornstalks, and we were using the mower to do so. A few minutes after I began mowing at my great-grandfather’s, my family showed up to help finish up the chores. I got probably two or three good rows cut when I realized the lawn mower was not acting right. I jumped off the mower to
My father had recently gone through a kidney transplant and he was not working. My mother had to get a job cleaning other people's homes for this period; therefore, she was the one working. Petrified, I realized that my father was the one who answered the telephone call and he would be the one who came to the school to address what I had done. My father arrived and after he had spoken with the staff, we got in the car and drove home in silence, which was unusual as well as troubling. When we got home, my father told me to go to my bedroom and think about what I had done. It seemed strange that he would just send me to my room and I thought the silence was more unbearable than any scolding would have been. I was so ashamed. I cried and asked myself why I would do such a thing, knowing it was wrong. When my mother came home, my parents called me out of the bedroom and my father asked, "Do you want to tell your mom what you did at school today?" I burst into tears, crying so hard I could not speak. My mother then said to my father, "What do you think we should do for her punishment?" My father said, “I think she has learned her lesson.” He calmly told my mother that the look on my face and the obvious anguish I felt was punishment enough. The most important lesson I learned that day was that choosing to take part in something I felt was wrong had painful consequences. The escapade humiliated me as I faced my parents, and their reaction humbled me. It was clear to them that I had realized my mistake because it crushed me to have done something wrong. The school officials concluded that we had defaced the girls’ restroom. Ultimately, even though I could not explain my actions because I could only cry in shame, it was determined that I was a non-participant and that I was not considered a problem. The terrible way I felt for
First day of first grade was announced on the speaker of my orphanage. I was so scared to go because I didn 't know what it was like to be in a different building than the orphanage. School sounded so scary I hid in the laundry room and it took half the morning for the staff to find me. That didn 't stop me from going, I refused to put on the uniform that was required for school. Somehow they got me to the
The bus! I can’t believe my ears. I can’t show up to high school on my first day by riding the bus. I was scared I needed my mother to drive me to school. Somehow knowing my mother was going to be there part of the way made it a little bit easier for me to go. I need her in a way to hold my hand as I embark on a new chapter in my life. Plus I was a little brat and felt too good for the public transportation system. My mother could sense that I felt uneasy and drove me. The drive to the newly built high school was just under fifteen minuets away. As we traveled my mother gave me some tips to make it through the day. She told me to introduce myself to my teachers on personal bases, to sit up front and to eat a good lunch. As we arrived at the entrance I felt my breakfast wanting to jump out of my stomach. I was shaking and on the verge of tears. Mother gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead, told me everything was going to be just fine. I jumped out of the car and stood on the sidewal...
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.