January 16, 2016 will remain a memorable night for me and five of my friends. It was the day that we celebrated my friend Blake’s 17th birthday. His girlfriend was out of town so he chose to spend the night with some of his friends. The party’s location was at my friend Tyler’s shop, and we were all looking forward to it. Tyler was going to handle the food, but I was in charge of the cake. Because I work at Dairy Queen, I was naturally assigned to bring dessert. Dairy Queen employees are given one free ice cream cake per year, so I chose to use my free one for the party. I chose to bring a cake with a special message on top, ”Happy F*cking Birthday.” The night before the party, I went in, got the cake, and took it in the back to decorate it. While no one was looking, I wrote the message and drew the outline of four ‘male reproductive organs’ with pink icing. We all met up …show more content…
After the car drove off, Tyler got a call from the car’s owner, Donnie. He was furious. While he tried to talk Tyler into paying for the scratches in the paint, he planned his revenge. Donnie went to the McDonald’s parking lot, pooped in a paper bag, and drove back to the shop. He then got out of the car, walked up to the door, said hello to all of us, and threw the bag at the door, causing it to explode. The smell was so awful that Jake and Ryan started vomiting in a trash can while I threw up in the Dairy Queen bag that the cake came in. We’d been ‘sh*t-bombed.’ Tyler quickly picked up his phone and called Donnie. “You f*cking *sshole”, yelled Tyler into his phone, “what gives you the audacity to throw human feces at my door?” The rest of us were laughing at Tyler’s choice of ‘large’ words. We thought the situation was hilarious. Donnie soon returned, cleaned up the mess, and convinces Tyler to pay to fix the paint on the car. With all this behind us I got a terrific idea. “We should go do this to Mitchell”, I
When a person's faith is also an alternative for their culture and morals, it proves challenging to take that sense of security in that faith away from them. In Night, Elie Wiesel, a Jewish student living in Sighet, Transylvania during the war of 1942, uses his studies in Talmud and the Kabbalah as not only a religious practice but a lifestyle. Elie and his fellow civilians are warned, however, by his Kabbalah teacher who says that during the war, German aggressors are aggregately imprisoning, deporting, and annihilating millions of Jews. When Elie and his family are victim of this aggression, Elie realizes how crucial his faith in God is if he is to survive the Holocaust. He vows after being separated from his mother and sisters that he will protect he and his father from death, even though as death nears, Elie gradually becomes closer to losing his faith. In the end, to Elie's devastation, Elie makes it out of the Holocaust alone after his father dies from the intense seclusion to malnutrition and deprivation. Elie survives the Holocaust through a battle of conscience--first by believing in God, then resisting his faith in God, and ultimately replacing his faith with obligation to his father.
As Junior year rolled around things began to get more interesting. There was a liquor store in Belleville that sold to minors and one night Alan, Alex, Cal, and I went to Max’s One Stop together and bought a ton of alcohol. It was hilarious and we made it just weeks before the cops raided the place and forced them to start checking ID. Junior year was fun with many fun nights but it really didn’t heat up until the end of the year when I went to my first real big party. Will Hogan was a senior at the time and he threw a darty for his grade and invited only four of us juniors. It was really fun and my first experience at a real party. Things started to change after that. Near the end of June I got a call from Luke Worley. In Luke’s call he
After a basketball game, four kids, Andrew Jackson, Tyrone Mills, Robert Washington and B.J. Carson, celebrate a win by going out drinking and driving. Andrew lost control of his car and crashed into a retaining wall on I-75. Andy, Tyrone, and B.J. escaped from the four-door Chevy right after the accident. Teen basketball star and Hazelwood high team captain was sitting in the passenger's side with his feet on the dashboard. When the crash happened, his feet went through the windshield and he was unable to escape. The gas tank then exploded and burned Robbie to death while the three unharmed kids tried to save him.
This cultural event also had a religious meaning and ceremony that went along with it. Like traditional ways, the birthday girl has to attend a special Mass that includes her close friends a...
One Halloween night it was freezing and rainy. There was a little boy named Jackson and he sat on the side of the road on halloween so my friends and I told him he could come with us so he woulden't be by himself. he came along and he was talking about how he didn't have a mom or dad. I asked him how come and he woulden't tell me he would just tell me he had to stay close to someone so they dont get him. I asked him why and what was wrong because he started to scream and cry. so i took him to my house for a couple minuts so he could calm down but he just keept saying please dont let them get me please. I asked who they where he didn't answer but he did say they killed his mom and dad.
This is an atypical tradition most Colombians practice during New Year's’ Eve. The purpose of this tradition is to literally burn failures, regrets, and any kind of negative or bad energies from the year that just passed, so that the year that is to come is fresh and ready to have a superb beginning. How do we do this? During the last days of December, families buy a “doll” made from old clothes, cardboard, paper, straw, and that looks like a person. These dolls are popularly sold on streets and some families even make and build their own one. Then, on the last day of the year, people celebrate New Years with the figurine, (called the “año viejo”, more on later), as a guest. They dance with him or her, fool around with it, and place it in
The sun gleamed vibrantly on August 5, 2008, but I did not sense the warmth as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was only six years old at the time and preparing to begin first grade in less than one month. As I crossed the threshold into the home of my best friend, I had a sensation everything would change. At such a young age, I was having to tell my best friend goodbye. Blake Basgall had leukemia and would not be around when I returned from vacation, according to my mom. That day, I had spent hours coloring a picture in his favorite color, blue, so I could give it to him prior to heading to my grandma’s for the week. Blake was my first real friend. He had a thoughtful and daring heart through all of his surgeries and medication treatments. Blake Lee Basgall would become an inspiration
When most people think about an eventful or memorable place, they almost certainly would not picture a bus. As we all know, buses are not exactly attractive. The design scheme is the same in almost every bus: rows and rows of brown seats, a thin black aisle down the middle of the bus, hundreds of hazy windows, and the big, lemon-yellow exterior. Not many people, I am sure, would consider buses to be an important part of their lives. However, if a person were to think about it, they would realize that they probably have had at least one memorable experience in their life that took place on a bus.
It was a day of eager anticipation. It was a day of last-minute planning. It was the day before my fourteenth birthday. I had been looking forward to the party for at least two months. Everything was accounted for: balloons, Super Soakers, and music. There would be a barbeque of magnificent proportions. Miraculously, everyone had read the RSVP deadline and called in a week ahead of schedule. An enormous ice cream cake was to be delivered with eight large pepperoni pizzas. Needless to say, I was excited. It was to be my first party at our new house. I helped cook the enormous array of snack foods. I eventually surrendered to the temptation and stole a few strips of marinated steak when my mom wasn't looking. I had gone to bed that night with dreams of family, friends, and possibly a new stereo system.
I had always dreamt and imagined of and things about my first kiss, what this short and small but entirely –maybe magical, or awkward moment would be like. Until it happened on my fourteenth birthday. But first, let me begin with the fact that I was moving away to California in a month and a half, an extremely dreaded time period and an entire state away sort of situation. I was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. Jordan and I, were great friends for a long time, teasing and poking fun at each other with no sign of infatuation toward each other whatsoever. He was my classmate, my confidant -my best friend. He was tall, had no money to his name but no one would have noticed, undoubtedly charismatic and mature for his age, and I was the complete
Since I was a little girl, big brown eyes, and very short may add. I was called “Shorty” and
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.
It was a normal Saturday morning everything was going swell until, I awoke up from my slumber only to be left alone at home with my brother. In that short moment where my brother and I were left alone at home to survive I started to panic and overthink the worst-case scenario might happen. That our parents left us to fend for ourselves and we had to endure the up-coming obstacles that would soon arrive. In this experience, I learned not to overthink but to also be patient in and not make hasty decisions.
Everyone has a memorable unforgettable moment in their life time and will charish that momement as long as they live. I am one of those many with a memorable loving moment. I will never forget it and happy to share it with others. It has been one of many favorite moment in my life. That it even open my heart to be happy and always thankful.
My most memorable trip was the day I went to the Children 's Memorial Hospital to meet my baby brother. Meeting my brother was an indelible moment because I had never felt such happiness and love for someone. On our way there, I also got to create a bond with both my parents and learn how to be a better happier person. At the time I was sixteen years old and was going through a stage where I felt depressed and that’s why the day I arrived at the hospital to meet my brother I felt this warmth in my heart that made me feel happy again.