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Life was paradise. It was just the two of us, more like best friends than mother and daughter. We got along perfectly. We were dumfounded of the fact that life could be so enjoyable. We could relax and let loose without someone always breathing down our necks trying to control every move we made. Everything was perfect until one late November night after a Homecoming dance when our happy little world crumbled to fine fairy dust. .
Everyone was there, from high school freshmen to college-age people. After the Homecoming dance everyone went to my after party. It was held on a large wooded piece of property out in the middle of no-where that my mom's boyfriend owned. It was invisible to the untrained eye as if it were someone's secret hiding place. The party had all the commodities of any normal high school party: kegs of beer, hard liquor, drugs, and loud music. The best thing of all was that we could do anything we wanted without getting in any trouble with the police. I felt invincible that night. Some people still talk about it being the greatest party of all time, but to me, it was a complete disaster. The age-factor, mixed with drugs and alcohol is what ruined our promising night of never-ending fun. .
It all started when an older guy started harassing this younger girl. He was shouting derogatory words at her as if she were a prostitute. The poor girl just stood there waiting to be rescued. Eventually, my mom saw what was going on. When she politely asked the guy to leave, he got an attitude with her. Finally, as everyone who was there started screaming at him to leave, he began to walk down the long dirt road to his truck. As he was walking away, he turned around, with a big black flashlight in his hand and threw it, hitting my mom on the side of her face. My boyfriend and I brought her to the hospital twenty miles away, to make sure she was not seriously hurt. Ever since that night, my mom has not been the same person.
The negatives dwindle in comparison to the positives with only a few bad aspects worth mentioning. Some of these may be the amount of time able to work a year and a limited amount of playing time available to the pro. ... The year usually ends at Christmas time. ... Long hours limit the amount of playing time. ... Golf is my life time dream. ...
The next two innings went just as the first, short and sweet. It was my time to shine, and shining I was: until disaster struck. ... Would this be the last time I ever pitched in my life? ... That was good news and bad news. ... I thought nothing could compare to my first experience at the varsity level, little did I know....
For the First Time It was late December when my father told me that he had planned a family rip to Mexico, and that we would be leaving in a couple of days to my mother's hometown Gomez Farias, Michoacan. ... I asked him in a bad mode. ... Since it was going to be my first night that I spend in Mexico, I wanted It to be a good night, so combed my hair and got dressed. ... "What time is it? ... We went to the cathedral first, El Vosque and El Castillo de Chapultepeq second, and then we went to the plaza Garibaldi last. ...
My First Semester of College The first semester of college for a young man or women can be a monumental step in their life. ... It was the first time that I had been away from my home in Ft. ... Besides schoolwork taking up a big portion of my time, the computer took up a lot of my time as well. ... I am not regretting talking to her but, I did miss out on meeting knew people my first semester of college. ... Over all I think that my first semester of college was not to bad....
People live a very let back life they work to make a living but then most of the time they are at the beach relaxing. ... Bad Things I would say the only bad things about Australia is all the poisonous reptiles and arachnids, and up most of all droughts. ... But most of the time you have good neighbors. ... My family first moved to Australia in about 1900's, my great grandfather came over from Ireland. ... And my Pop was in the Navy, his mother died when he had his first son. ...
The day my life actually began was November 11, 1999. This was the day that my son, Christopher, was born. As a first-time father, I had no idea what to do or expect. ... Which I must confess at first were not that bad but as he got older got worse till finally he was potty trained and could handle things without my help. ... My job as a parent for Christopher will never stop. ...
INTERPRETATION OF "THE BAD DAYS BLUES" When I sat down to write "The Bad Days Blues," I literally wrote exactly what was on my heart and mind at that very moment. ... The first stanza of "The Bad Days Blues" starts off pretty self-explanatory. ... In the second stanza, I am expressing the bad days and experiences I have gone through with my parents. ... Thus, influencing me to write the line " And when I take the time to see them, I say hello, then run." ... On the other hand, I do realize that all my experiences, whether good or bad, have allowed me to grow as an individual, making m...
I have known so many humans that fail others; I couldn't even comprehend what it meant to have a friend who loved me no matter how bad I messed up. ... I attended First Baptist Church for the first 15 years of my life. ... After one time there I was hooked. ... Thank you all very much for taking time to read my essay even though I rambled on a bit long. I appreciate the time you put in to this. ...
I have known so many humans that fail others, i couldn't even comprehend what it meant to have a friend who loved me no matter how bad i messed up. ... I attended First Baptist Church for the first 15 years of my life. ... After one time there I was hooked. ... Thank you all very much for taking time to read my essay even though I rambled on a bit long. I appreciate the time you put in to this. ...
