Walk This Way

she thought of her son, and how much time she would have left with him. The only thing that comforted her in this moment were the words we shared. She was a young mother with cancer, and the pain she was going through was palpable. “Do you wish to go through with this” I said. “Yes, I do. It is for the better” Saraya replied. A look of profound sadness had swept over her face. We both knew this was inevitable. Her son would live his life without a mother at his side. A cascade of warmth flowed down

also alike in their sense of superiority. It is this sense of superiority that lead them to be blind toward the salesman’s ploy. Although it is difficult to say that there were any clues of the salesman’s plot, it is exceedingly obvious that whenever the Hopewells’ ego was stroked they immediately settled for whatever the salesman wanted. (Awkward intro- will be redone, I’m pretty much just getting on track) The paragraph that best represents this feeling of self-importance is the one where Hulga

about in this poem. The struggle the mother went through is crazy. The fact that she isn’t broken down and that she tries to support her child shows a lot. Mother and son have some connections.They are identical in many ways, but mostly on how outspoken the mothers are with their sons shows the connection. In the poem “Mother to Son”, the mom talks to her son about how life hasn’t been easy for her. She uses the metaphor, “Life for me, aint been no crystal stair” in reference to her life. This connects

From the first day I could walk my mom started to develop my athletic abilities and attitude. She would play catch with me, kick around a soccer ball, and teach me how to dribble, all at home in her free time. I was exposed to sports quite often because her, my dad, and their friends, played coed volleyball and softball. I additionally have multiple older cousins who she would take me to watch play in high school games. Here I saw not only how the games were played; as well as what a team player

I wouldn’t talk to anyone I never answered my families calls or messages. I thought it was what I needed to be okay but I was worse than ever I became so paranoid I would walk around the house locking and relocking every window and door I would sleep with a bat beside me. The fear I had took over my life I did nothing I wouldn’t go outside the house and as crazy as it may seem anytime I heard something or got scared I would

challenge. I have seen two confederate flags here in Normal. I often walk to stores and restaurants with people staring at me making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Keeping this in mind, I realized that ever since I moved to ISU, I have contributed inequality towards white people. I assume that they do not like me, they know I am different, and they want me out of their town. This consumes my mind on a day-to-day and I am not proud of this. Because we are in the day of age, where racisms is still alive

his moccasins.” This is a common Native American proverb, and also a quote from the book Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech. This is telling you to look at a situation from someone else’s point of view before making a decision. By doing this, you become inadvertently more sympathetic and compassionate towards other people. Many times in To Kill a Mockingbird, the main characters: Scout, Jem, and Atticus, look at something from another person’s shoes. On page 30, Atticus gives Scout this advice and at

(Roosevelt). Magazines show numerous images that teenage girls compare themselves too. When girls are exposed to these images, they are convinced that they must be a certain size or way. They start to come up with an idea of what the perfect girls should look and act like. It varies from one girl to other. When they construct this image, it can cause them to think they have to change their appearance. Once they think of what they have to change, it causes them to think poorly about themselves. That can

Right this way” she motioned to the hallway. They walked through the daycare center, most of the lights had been turned off by now, but the bright color painted walls brought light to the place. They walked into the bedroom where Jane was asleep, he smiled at the sight of her and scooped her up in his arms. “Thank you Alisha, I don’t know where we’d be without you.

development of dementia. She often tells many stories to her two sons about her life, but this one seems to never be completely iterated—and eerily so; “She saw a soucouyant. It happened long ago in a faraway place, one morning when the sun was only a stain on the edge of the earth and the moon hadn’t yet gone under. She was a young girl fleeing upon a path so old that none could remember its origins. An out-of-the-way path, her ankles painted cool by the wet grasses.” (Chariandy 173). A significant, specific