My junior year my mother got into a bad car accident. She was in the hospital for weeks. Once again was worried and stressed because I couldn’t stop worrying about her. It was impossible to focus on school after that. Her car crash brought her brain damage and it was hard for her to be herself after that. When she came home she wasn’t herself, she didn’t know how to do the normal things around the house, I’d try to…
I sat in the corner, occasionally glancing up at the other faces. There was this one lady who looked like she was about to cry most likely because she was frightened, and there was this man who was shaking in fear. Seeing these faces just made the situation worse for me. I tightly squeezed my mom’s arm, hoping it would make me feel better…
To make some conversation, my parents had asked Pablo how he was doing at school. While telling us about his classes, he started to talk about several accounts where his classmate’s “stupidity” was clearly visible. At this time, my brother Alejandro turned the conversation into a competition by saying that those stories were nothing compared to some of the things that his classmates did at his school. While my parents were trying to stop the competition, I was just eating my food quietly. When I finished my food and stood up to clear away my plate, I responded to both of my brothers. I said that “there will always be stupid people doing stupid things wherever you go. It doesn’t matter what age you are. It’s the way that the world works. Look, you two are doing it right now with this conversation.” I definitely got my point across and shut them up. My parents were so astonished that all they could do was stare at me. Once I was halfway up the stairs, my parents burst out laughing and called me back to the table. They asked me why I said that, and I responded that “it was true”. This just made them laugh harder. When I asked why they were laughing, they said that they had never seen this side of me, and that they had just realized that I was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Out of all the ways that I have heard people describe me, this is the only description that rings inside my head. I believe that it describes me…
I think about the many obstacles she’d faced and I use her strength to tell myself that if she’d survived could do it and survive thaen so will I. Life is not easy!y. Something can and will always go wrong. Just like my mom; I have also been faced with tough similar situations. I’ve lost my job, and was almost evicted. Problems have ways of coming one after another. My daughter got sick, my car got towedlled and my lights were shut off because of non-payment all on the same day. I felt so bad I was just ready to give up but I thought about my mother’s…
I thought I would immediately rush the stage and began belting out the tunes of the song, amazing the audience with my brilliant monologue. Reality quickly set in. It seems I was rather naïve to think this way because before I could do perform, there was much work to be done. For starters, I had to rehearse and practice my lines over and over until I memorized them. This was not easy since I had to absorb the essence of the message behind every line of my monologue. “Was I expressing the correct emotions? Was I angry or was I expressing a joyous emotion?” There were doubts that crossed my mind. Before I could sing “Heart,” I had to participate in vocal warm-ups making sure to carry out every note clearly, making sure to carefully…
I could hear the bustle of people out in the crowd as I was getting ready for the dance recital. As I started to get ready for the first dance, someone came in and told us we were going to be starting in a few minutes. We all went and lined up at the foot of the stage because we were one of the first people to go on. “Your next,” I heard from the people helping back stage. Right then I had to run through all of the steps to the dance in my head to make sure that I had everything right. I had worked on the dances for the last 9 months. It was our turn to go on stage.…
We decide to stay a while longer then head home for school. We are anxious to even think about the night of the accident but it’s glued to our minds but we make through the day and head to the hospital. We go to the hospital again and again until she is able to walk. I ask her “how do you feel?” She says “i’m fine son.” Me, Aaron and Kayla talk to her on the way home, we get home and uncle is there. I saw his face it was All black and blue with stitches from the surgery. Uncle didn’t want us to see him he thought we would be scared of him. A few months have passed she is still a little sore from it, she finally tells us “I almost had to go into emergency surgery because they couldn’t get me to stop bleeding.” and dad has come back from Iraq the snow has piled up 19 inches high. The doctor said she couldn’t lift more than 50 lbs. She helped us shovel the snow such a good mom she shouldn’t help us she still did such a sweet…
My mum was crying. She was trying to get to the car, but no one would let her. It seemed like forever, but finally they got Ryan and two other boys out of the car and rushed them to the hospital. Mum and I followed close behind. We finally reached the hospital, but no one would help us, or tell us what was going on. Finally the doctor, who treated Ryan came and talked to mum. She was crying. She came and told me that Ryan was in a coma, and that the other two boys where seriously injured. We sat waiting for hours. The doctor came out again, to tell us that one of the other boys in the car had died, due to serious head injuries. I couldn't believe it. Ryan had always been a great driver, and he loved his car. He would often take me driving when mum was out. Mum sat crying for hours. I just sat there, thinking about everything. Ryan had so much going for him. He did well in his exams, he had a great car, great friends and now, it would all be ruined. We still didn't know what exactly had happened. The police came to talk to us. It made mum even more upset, because they where telling her that it was Ryan who was driving the car at the time of the accident. I had looked up to Ryan for all these years, and this was…
My mother and I had already talked about the car, she said that I would be the one to get the car. I had already told her that I asked grandfather about the car, and what he wanted to do with it after he died. I had asked him about the car at my grandmother’s funeral, that’s when I found out that he had the car. I tried to be nice…
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