“Click, clack, screech,” a sound like nails on a chalkboard filled the train station. “Get off of the yellow line, I repeat, get off of the yellow line now!” An angry voice screamed at us from the speaker above. I looked down to see the very tips of my toes in front of the yellow line. “The train is coming, the train is coming!” I said happily, while looking at the clock.
Exactly 4:45, the train is right on time I stated. “Choo Choo,” the train warned us to step back. Suddenly a gust of wind hit my face, the train was finally here. I patiently stood by my mother for the train to come to a complete stop. “All aboard,” I heard a voice say as the doors flung open.
“One at a time, one at a time!” the man screamed scaredly, as the people
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We ran to the space to claim it as ours. “Mom, this is business class, we are not allowed to stand here,” I stated.
“We are not allowed to sit here, I think we are allowed to stand here,” my mother said. “Um excuse me, you're in the business class area,” a rude voice startled the five of us. My mother and I both turned around to find a short woman in a bright green dress talking to us from her seat.
She had so much makeup on I almost thought she was a barbie doll. Well not a very pretty barbie doll.
“I'm sorry miss but there is no where else to stand,” my mother's said starting to get annoyed with the lady.
“Too bad” the lady said in a baby voice.
“We are going to go get some food, ” Jim and Hayden said quickly as they exited the situation.
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch” came an odd sound of potato chips being put in someone's mouth. The lady was right behind us carefully putting the potato chips in her huge mouth, one by one. “Step back now” my mother demanded to the lady as she stared her
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“Sure” my mother's said kindly.
“Ahh, this seat is so so so so comfortable” the lady said trying to make me feel jealous that I don't have a seat. “Ahh, this is just so comfortable, I could sit here for hours” the lady muttered again.
“You know what lady, I am getting really annoyed with you so either move or I am going to report you.” my mother demanded. I could almost see the steam rising from my mother's ears. “So scary” the lady replied in the rudest voice I have ever heard. “It's not like I can get into trouble because I work here, ” the lady muttered with her head held up high.
“I doubt you even work here” my mother whispered under her breath.
“Ohh yay, I work here because I am in the business class part of the train” she said with her head up high. “Ok ok” my mother said in disbelieve. “Here's my badge you want to see, you want to see,” she said while shoving the badge into my mother's face. “Ahh so impressive” my mother made fun of her little badge. “You’re so pathetic,” the lady said to my mother. “Excuse me,” a deep voice came from behind my mom. “Ohh do you need to get through” my mother said kindly as she asked the man, while a grin spread across her
Each day for about twelve hours she can't talk, or use the restroom, because if she does they would get caught and probably die.’’ About the noise. While the men are in the building below, we must have been completely quiet.
“I envied the people in the train because they seemed to be going somewhere” (Lesley,7).
The setting takes place in downtown New York City during the early hours of the day. Public transit is mentioned as an example; as the narrator contemplates the thought of giving up her seat to a pregnant or elderly woman, it is revealed that she is leaning towards the idea of keeping her seat for herself. This, of course, further implies that she may not be as considerate as one should be. As she spies on her mother however, she slowly develops a more refined sense of consideration as she begins to relish the idea of giving up her seat on a bus to someone who may really need it out of
“Momma!” I whined across the room, “I’m starving.” She always hates when I whine at her, I do it now just to grind her gears. She was lying on the couch so I laid my head on her lap and naming of foods that sounded good to me.
Thin Blue Line (1988) is ‘a film that successfully argued that a man was wrongly convicted of murder by a corrupt justice system in Dallas County, Texas.’ (Chislom). This documentary is filmed and directed by the award-winning director and filmmaker, Errol Morris; it centred around Randall Dale Adams; a 27-year-old worker and 16-year old David Harris. These two males were suspect of the murder of Dallas police officer, Robert W Wood in 1978.
Oh, Mom. Oh, Honey. : Why do you have to say that? (2006) Is an essay written by Deborah Tannen (b. 1945). Deborah Tannen is a professor in the linguistic department at Georgetown University. (Linguistic is the study the way people talk to each other and how it affects relationship). In “ Oh, Mom. Oh, Honey. : Why do you have to say that?” Deborah uses her profession along with her own personal experience and five years of research to describe how a mother-daughter relationship is much different than any other. Deborah describes that relationship as having a “special intensity”. The relationship a mother has with their daughter is one of the most complex and misunderstood relationships. However, Deborah exceptional essay defines the conflicts that; criticism, remarks and the closeness between mother and daughter can bring.
Oh, Mom. Oh, Honey by Deborah Tannen is irrevocably an eye-opening article into the complex gender relationships more so mother-daughter relationships. In her research, Tannen explores the conversational differences from a feminist standpoint. Her point of interest is the expression of interpersonal relationship based on conversational interactions within the gender. As she investigates, conversations interactions within her sex are very complicated, and as a result, fraught relationships.
“The thin blue line” is a phrase that many people have heard of yet do not fully understand. It is a name that applies to law enforcement officers and their essential role in society. It shows support to the living law enforcement officers and commemorates the fallen ones. It is usually presented as any black shape or object with a blue line through the middle. The half above the blue line represents the general public and law abiding citizens, and the half below the blue line represents the criminals. The thin blue line symbolizes the officers. The idea behind it is that the police officers are the only thing separating the public from the criminal element of society (Flosi 2016). They work tirelessly to keep these two groups
In conclusion, the poem “On the Subway” by Sharon Olds discusses the insights of a woman on a subway. The woman feels somewhat threatened by the boy sitting across her. The author of the poem utilizes tone, metaphor, and imagery to give prominence to the contrasts between the man and
"Hey boy where are you going?" the driver shouted at Bill while he stretched his arms across the opening to prevent myself from stepping down. I stood waiting. "Where do you think your going?" he asked, his heavy cheeks quivering with each word. "I'd like to go to the rest room." I smiled and moved to step down. He tightened his grip on the
removed her overthrow as she was too hot. She had to find a job. She
This trains journey is similar to growing up and going throughout life. You will experience all the things the train experienced and much more. This book taught its readers and listeners very valuable life lessons while drawing them in with bright, colorful images and a cute
in that high, querulous voice of hers, and Mom had stopped laughing and went into her room’ (King, 5), ‘On one occasion when she was doing this last, Mom had turned white and had gone in and told her to shut up, shut up, shut up! George remembered that occasion very well, not only because it was the only time Mom had ever actually yelled at Gramma, but because it was the next day that someone...’ (King, 6). Another successful aspect of the story was the very detailed description of George’s grandma, ‘Gramma held out her heavy arms toward him from her white vinyl chair that always smelled of the poached eggs she ate and the sweet bland powder George’s mom rubbed into her flabby, wrinkled skin; she held out her white-elephant arms, wanting him to come to her and be hugged to that huge and heavy old white- elephant body’ (King, 1).
attire stood up and with her little boy in tow, took a deep breath and