Two days after what I felt was the best Christmas ever, not because I received everything I wanted but because I got nothing. I had no gifts under our big plastic green bare tree. It was the best to me because I had given the people I loved the most the best I was able to give. I was able to see them truly happy. Something I had not seen in a long time. Everything was picture perfect that Christmas morning only to know that soon it would all wash away.
On December 27th, 2013 I was removed from my home by Athens Clarke-County DFCS in the middle of the night. I was only able to grab some clean underwear, my phone, my jacket and few other small things. I did not know my fate or what would become of this situation. Only thing I knew then was confusion but I later learned this was a starting point of my new life. I was born on January 1st, 1997 to African American woman named Sheila and a Caucasian father named Corey. My parents met overseas in the Navy and I was born in a Navy Base in Jacksonville, Florida. I was born and was given to my grandparents to raise until their active time was up. My mother is legally bipolar and schizophrenic. My mother ended up being kicked out of the navy when
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I went to school with bruises and marks all over me. I tried to hide the pain I was feeling inside and out by wearing clothing to cover the physical and by faking it didn’t hurt on the inside. I told my best friends what was going on even though they already knew bits and pieces. My teacher saw the marks and told my counselor. My counselor promised not to tell my mom that I told her what was going on. We had a few more fights until this big one on December 27th. I used to always blame myself because I wanted to love her and I wanted to make myself feel she was a good person. I wanted to make her be the person I remembered her being when I was small but I had to learn the hard way that it was never my
We had finally done it! We were good enough to play on stage. We had practice so long for the concert. We could play the Christmas songs we practiced for in front of our parents.
Even though you can 't talk about the Christmas movie you 're doing, it 's great that you 're doing one.
All haikus must follow through a certain criteria. This procedure of writing is what makes haikus distinguishable from other types of poetry. Poems must attain a 5,7,5 syllable scheme in order to be recognized as a haiku. Similar to haikus, books must also undertake a list of steps to be considered as a hero’s journey. A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, does not see this through.
Adults all seem to love Christmas plays. Whether it’s the same old generic style or a comedy, they all enjoy the holiday season. However, most people don’t realize the torture of being the lead character. From hours of line study, to the embarrassment of wearing that horrible costume, to the agony of song motions. They all leave a lasting effect on your life. One of the most memorable plays I was in, for many reasons, was A Christmas Ho-Down.
In "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens, Ebenezer Scrooge undergoes a transformation as a result of his encounters with three ghosts and becomes a kind, happy, and generous man. His greedy, cruel, and grumpy demeanor is replaced seemingly overnight, but he doesn’t just wake up and decide to be nice. It takes three Spirits to change his outlook on life - The Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present, and Future. The Ghost of Christmas Past makes Scrooge begin to regret his selfishness, and the Ghost of Christmas Present begins to teach him about others. This second Ghost helps to make him realize that money doesn't buy happiness. The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, however, teaches the most profound lesson of all: unless he changes, no one will care if Scrooge dies. Because of the Ghosts, by Christmas morning Ebenezer Scrooge is a completely different person from the man who went to bed on Christmas Eve.
Christmas is a very exciting time of the year, especially for children. With the festive season approaching here are a few ideas of how to keep the kids entertained before the big day.
Truman Capote’s story A Christmas Memory, is about Capote’s childhood memory of a particular holiday season and how he enjoyed that moment in time with a special friend. Capote is illustrated by the main character, Buddy. Buddy and his distant cousin have a bonding friendship and tell of their exploits during that Christmas. They pick out a very special Christmas tree, make each other presents, and make fruitcakes.
Although I have grown up to be entirely inept at the art of cooking, as to make even the most wretched chef ridicule my sad baking attempts, my childhood would have indicated otherwise; I was always on the countertop next to my mother’s cooking bowl, adding and mixing ingredients that would doubtlessly create a delicious food. When I was younger, cooking came intrinsically with the holiday season, which made that time of year the prime occasion for me to unite with ounces and ounces of satin dark chocolate, various other messy and gooey ingredients, numerous cooking utensils, and the assistance of my mother to cook what would soon be an edible masterpiece. The most memorable of the holiday works of art were our Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, which my mother and I first made when I was about six and are now made annually.
make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red
Frosty the Snowman waves hello alongside Santa 's reindeer that are ready to take off. Candy canes line the sidewalk and the ginger bread dolls dance in a merry circle. The trees all sparkle with thousands of red, yellow, purple, blue, and orange lights. Out back, Mary and Joseph stand over baby Jesus, Choo-Choo train’s chug in spot, stars twinkle with bright yellow bulbs, and Mr. and Mrs. Santa Clause wave in the distance. Kerkhoven, MN, the location of the happiest house on the block. Every year my breath is always taken away as my eyes struggle to soak in the utter abundance of Christmas spirit. I 'm smiling and we 're not even inside yet.
Traditional Christmas decorations have been always warm and inviting, but style experts offer modern takes on decorating your home this holiday season. "Keep it simple" is the only advice you get from most Interior designer.
My most memorable Christmas is one from my past. I was about six years old. I clearly remember sitting in class on the last day of school before Christmas vacation anticipating the bell to ring and signify that the classes were finally over. As the bell rang, I ran out of that class, and once I got home I was ready in an instant to leave for my grandmother’s where I would spend my holidays. It was a two hour drive to my grandmother’s house. I was very impatient throughout the entire drive. I couldn’t wait to see my grandma, my cousin, and my aunts. To make things better, however, snow started to fall filling me with hopes of a snowball fight the next day.
Christmas is my favorite holiday because it is the time of year that everyone should spend with their family and friends loving them unconditionally. Every Christmas, my family and I, on my mother 's side, join together on Christmas Eve to be able to spend time with the ones which we love. Considering that my family loves to eat, my grandmother cooks a ginormous feast! My grandmother loves to cook, but on Christmas she goes crazy. She cooks dressing, corn, potatoes, macaroni, green beans, sweet potato casserole, and my favorite pecan pie. After making sure everyone gets enough food, we all join in the living room to share stories and open our presents. My cousin, Brady Parker, always finds a way to make
So I kept getting bullies till I finish middle school. There was a point where I couldn't take it anymore where I got a blade and started cutting not deep just until I saw blood like if a kitten scratch me, then I started doing drugs every time I had a chance, and my grades drop so I was skipping class. I was a rock bottom wondering who I can turn to. Till one day my sister saw my hand with scars and she got scared and wanted an explanation, I told her it was nothing and try covering up the scars. She wanted to help me but she didn’t know how so she told my parents. My sister put her problems aside and was helping me out by guiding me through the light. It was a lesson for all of us, for me I had to learn to defend myself and not let other knock me down, for my family is to always talk to one another and not ignore the problem before it is too late. When that incident happen everything changed for me I started being more distant from people, always had a serious face, confront the bullies, and took classes for boxing. I stand up for myself I wasn’t going to go back to that dark place anymore. If it wasn't for the bullies I wouldn't learn how to defend myself and still be the shy girl in the
At the age of 11, my parents decided to reunite, and this became my lifelong struggle with trust, mistrust and development of strength and courage to achieve my dreams and goals in life. My mother continued to work long, hard hours while my father golfed, gambled and drank, to what most people would consider “the extreme”. During my school years, I ran our household while my mom worked. I made sure the house was clean and dinner was always on the table for my father, which left no time for a social life. My dad was abusive towards my mom and I would feel helpless as I listened from my room to him physically and mentally abusing her. After many years of not having the courage to help her, I finally at the age of 16 gave her an ultimatum. Either she leaves the abusive relationship or I would leave, so I would not have to endear the pain of it any longer.