Last weekend I spent my day with my friend named Mathew. I’ve known Mathew since freshmen year, we became close middle of the year. His a good friend of mine, he seems nice, quiet, and it seems like he has a happy family. But getting to know him more and more, I found out a lot of things about him. Furthermore, Mathew is that type of person who has a lot of dreams and goals that he wants to accomplish. And one of his goals is to finish high school but he has some problems with that. He is always distracted with his other friends, some of his friends told him to don’t worry about school because school is not important for them. Mathew thought right away, that he picked some bad people as a friend. Mathew didn’t really care at first though because he thought they were just playing around, and he hang out with them a lot of times. He started to write about his life when he had a lot of problems that he couldn’t fix. One of them was that his mother doesn’t trust him anymore, since his friend thought him how to lie. The first time he lied to his mother, his mother knew Mathew was lying to her. After a month later his mom found out that Mathew wasn’t going to school, she found out he was hanging out with his friends instead of going to school. His mother also found out that his grades in school is low and that his been absent a lot of times. Mathew’s mom was trying to talk to him but at that time he didn’t listen to her, he was just ignoring her, he was being disrespectful to her. One day Mathew decided to leave the house and stayed at his friend’s house. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going. His mom thought he was just going to leave one day since they both had a fight. But one day became one month, his mother was worried about him, she didn’t know what to do, she decides to go get him at his friend’s house. His mom found out that he was drinking and
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 time was around 10:30 and my eyelids felt as heavy as a brick to keep open. I was just about to shut everything down for the night, when the loud sound of a snapchat notification startled me awake. I looked at the blaring screen of my phone in the dark, to see it was from my friend Jordan. Flirting with each other was our thing, but nothing more. At the end of everything, he's a junior and I'm a freshman, he still wants me to grow up a little bit. I opened up
Mattie was a smart “A” student from Brooklyn, New York. Her only brother and twin brother Matthew is an artist that likes to draw and paint. She lives with her mom and brother, she used to live with her dad but he is deceased. One day, on his way from work some drunk drives hit his car and killed him. That day changed their lives forever. When her father left them, he took a part of everybody with him. Mattie and Mathew were only eleven years old when a lost their father, what a horrible loss, and at such a time that you understand how those things work, and you have feelings, one of the many prime times in your life that you need a father. As a result of this great loss, their family became dysfunctional, nobody cleans the house, her mother is never there because she leaves to work early, and comes home really late, and the kids have to make their own dinner. When her father left the family couldn’t take it, they just fell apart, now her mother is always angry and never smiles. It is unusual to me how all this corruption can be caused by 1 man alone, I mean ...
I received a voice mail today from Sean McKnight stating he has a meeting setup with Ken Barber and some other individuals on the executive board of Illinois Joining Forces (IJF). I felt it was my duty to inform the group about some important facts that Mr. McKnight is very good at hiding. I met Mr. McKnight during my time at NIU. I just served my time as the NIU Veterans Club president and decided it was time to let someone else take the helm. Matthew Galloway the current Veterans Club president introduced the club to Sean McKnight at a veterans club meeting. Sean came in and presented himself as a seasoned veteran’s advocate who has many connections throughout the state of Illinois and Washington D.C. He promoted his organization that he was starting Warriors Guarding Warriors as a revolutionary concept that has not been thought of as for yet throughout the veteran community. Finally, he offered his services to any veterans having trouble with VA benefits or the medical process. At the time we did not know that he was not officially certified to help veterans, and nor did he actually know the proper process or paper work needed to help our fellow veterans. Sean offered to be the Veterans Clubs mentor. The club held a vote and
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
A lady walks into the store huddled over, fidgeting with every move while looking over her shoulder as if someone is watching her. A juvey cop yells “ Ma’am” she freezes in her spot, looking for every possible way to escape. But she stays place and turns around with a smile “ Yes officer?”
“Tout de suite Entrez!” She says, looking at the alley entrance, watching the dead soldiers, and then pointing at him to go in.
One life-changing event that has impacted my life was the decision to join my high school lacrosse team going into my freshman year. I didn't know too many people going into my first year of high school besides my close childhood friends. I had been playing soccer for most of my life and had been attending the high school soccer camp to prepare for tryouts. My friend called me a week before school started and asked me if I wanted to join him in at one of his practices. That call changed my life forever.
Before junior year, I got up at 5:45 a.m. and took the train and bus to school. Getting my driver's license meant more freedom, more independence, and sleeping in later. For my parents, my license meant a free taxi company for my 3 younger sisters, but I didn’t know that my license would mean getting closer to my sister Ella.
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
One morning I woke up and got ready to go to the park. I wanted to find a sport that was fun and would help me get in shape. When I arrived at the park I tried several different sports. I would have to try playing different sports to find out which one is going to be my favorite. I like a sport that offers me enough exercise to stay fit and doesn't cause pain in my muscles.
My mom’s parents both passed away before she was 19 years old, and Corey’s father passed away when he was about 3 and my mom moved away when he was about 17 so he pretty much grew up without parents after that point. One of the biggest differences between Corey and my mom is his mindset. There are two types of people, the ones who make excuses for everything, give up when faced with adversity and think that failure is okay. Then there the people who strive for success, the people who look at a problem or adversity and work as hard as they can to surpass that problem, people who realize that excuses don’t make a difference at the end of the day. Unfortunately, my mother is one of those people who will use the same excuse whenever things are starting to look bad, she will bring up some story about her parents passing away and just let the bad memories dictate her life. Corey could do the same thing if he wanted to but instead he works to overcome whatever issue stands in front of him, he doesn’t bring up the past, or make excuses, he just gets things done because he realizes that excuses don’t matter. He works hard and try’s to be the best husband and father for his family that he can be and doesn’t let a bad past hold him back, instead he uses that bad past as a motivation to do better in
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.