Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Introduction
Hi my name is Angie. I like the colors, black and blood red. I like to listen to music when i'm doing my work. I love to read a lot of chapter books that are interesting and fun. I'm a really outgoing person. I'm also very friendly and really funny. I can make a person have a real good time when they are sad or depressed or something. I get bored easily. I really enjoy chearing people up when they're down. I can come up with crazy ideas when i'm bored. I really love to go to the movies with my friends and hang out. i also love spending time with my family members when they're not being weird at all. I come from a weird family. I love Mexican food a lot .
Violence Essay
I’ve dealt with violence ever since I was a little kid. My dad would always beat my mom or my sisters and me. We lived with my dad for over twelve years. My dad would always fight with his brothers, nephews or cousins. I remember that I was about to be Christmas and my dad started fighting with my uncle. I remember my mom told me to call the cops on them. I remember that my mom was scared of my dad. We would always stay home because my dads never let us go out with our family because he thought we were going to tell on him.
My dad had a drinking and drug abuse problems. Every time my mom and dad would go to a party my mom was afraid of him drinking. My dad always would pick on my mom. Every time we didn’t listen or did something wrong he would make us lift a chair up in mid air while we were on our knees and if we put it down or fold our arms he would hit us with the thickest belt. My sisters and I were really scared of him. We were really scared of getting a bad call home or getting bad grades. He wouldn’t care if we did something right most of the time he would beat us because he wanted to or because he was to drunk to realize what he was doing.
It was weird to us when he was nice to us because we were use to him beating us a lot. On my ninth birthday I remember that I was having fun until my sister Ana steps and rips my dress. I started crying because it was a beautiful dress and because he had bought it for me. My dad got so mad that he ended up taking three doors down to where my grandma lived and he stared to beat her there he told her to stay there until she stopped crying. I felt so bad that I started to cry with her and I told her I was really sorry for telling on her. My mom and dad would always get in a lot of arguments. He would always get mad and hit her.
He had a lot of domestic violence warrants. The cops would be in my house a lot. When we moved to houses we thought everything was going to be different. It calmed down. My dad wouldn’t hit my mom in front of us that often but he would still do it. He would always think that my mom was always cheating on him.
My dad had a drinking and drug abuse problems. Every time my mom and dad would go to a party my mom was afraid of him drinking. My dad always would pick on my mom. Every time we didn’t listen or did something wrong he would make us lift a chair up in mid air while we were on our knees and if we put it down or fold our arms he would hit us with the thickest belt. My sisters and I were really scared of him. We were really scared of getting a bad call home or getting bad grades. He wouldn’t care if we did something right most of the time he would beat us because he wanted to or because he was to drunk to realize what he was doing.
It was weird to us when he was nice to us because we were use to him beating us a lot. On my ninth birthday I remember that I was having fun until my sister Ana steps and rips my dress. I started crying because it was a beautiful dress and because he had bought it for me. My dad got so mad that he ended up taking three doors down to where my grandma lived and he stared to beat her there he told her to stay there until she stopped crying. I felt so bad that I started to cry with her and I told her I was really sorry for telling on her. My mom and dad would always get in a lot of arguments. He would always get mad and hit her.
He had a lot of domestic violence warrants. The cops would be in my house a lot. When we moved to houses we thought everything was going to be different. It calmed down. My dad wouldn’t hit my mom in front of us that often but he would still do it. He would always think that my mom was always cheating on him.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wild Card Essay
When I was in middle school a lot of funny things happened to me. My friends would always laugh at me because of how clumsy I was. I remember a lot of stuff that happened to me. Once I was going up the stairs after my first period class had ended. There were at least five of us. We were goofing around while we were going up the stairs.
When we had reached the last three stairs I was laughing really hard that I didn’t see them and I ended up tripping over them. Everyone was laughing not because I tripped they were laughing because I had made a dramatic fall. It looked like I did it on purpose and everyone was laughing at that. At first I didn’t get why but then they told me and showed me how it looked like when I tripped, I ended up laughing too.
There was also another incident that I remember and that my best friend Ana is never going to forget either. We were in P.E and our teacher took a really long time showing up. We were running around and this guy we know named Manny was sitting down. After Ana and I stopped running we go sit next to him and mess around. He was known for busting party boy on a lot of girls. He stands up and starts pretending he’s going to bust a party boy on Ana but he doesn’t. Instead he busted party boy on me. I was like “what the hell are you doing?” So I stood up and backed away. When I start backing away I bumped into the teacher. He told me to take a seat. After I bumped into him he made the class sit and told us we had to run at least four laps. When we were on our third lap I tripped because I was talking to Ana and Manny. Manny tried doing party boy on me again but since we were running he made me trip and I fell in a nasty way ended up scrapping my knee. They helped me up but they were just cracking up since I had fallen down.
The whole class was just laughing; they wouldn’t leave me alone since it was really hilarious to them. I always tripped or fell or did something that would make everyone laugh without intention at all. I was known as the schools clumsiest person. Once we were in science class, someone said something funny but for some reason I couldn’t really stop laughing so I ended up falling with the chair. Nobody knew what had happened when my friend helped me up everyone started laughing because I said I had fallen from too much laughing. They had no idea why I was laughing but they thought it was hilarious that I had fallen down in the middle of the lesson since it was something no one enjoyed.
When we had reached the last three stairs I was laughing really hard that I didn’t see them and I ended up tripping over them. Everyone was laughing not because I tripped they were laughing because I had made a dramatic fall. It looked like I did it on purpose and everyone was laughing at that. At first I didn’t get why but then they told me and showed me how it looked like when I tripped, I ended up laughing too.
There was also another incident that I remember and that my best friend Ana is never going to forget either. We were in P.E and our teacher took a really long time showing up. We were running around and this guy we know named Manny was sitting down. After Ana and I stopped running we go sit next to him and mess around. He was known for busting party boy on a lot of girls. He stands up and starts pretending he’s going to bust a party boy on Ana but he doesn’t. Instead he busted party boy on me. I was like “what the hell are you doing?” So I stood up and backed away. When I start backing away I bumped into the teacher. He told me to take a seat. After I bumped into him he made the class sit and told us we had to run at least four laps. When we were on our third lap I tripped because I was talking to Ana and Manny. Manny tried doing party boy on me again but since we were running he made me trip and I fell in a nasty way ended up scrapping my knee. They helped me up but they were just cracking up since I had fallen down.
The whole class was just laughing; they wouldn’t leave me alone since it was really hilarious to them. I always tripped or fell or did something that would make everyone laugh without intention at all. I was known as the schools clumsiest person. Once we were in science class, someone said something funny but for some reason I couldn’t really stop laughing so I ended up falling with the chair. Nobody knew what had happened when my friend helped me up everyone started laughing because I said I had fallen from too much laughing. They had no idea why I was laughing but they thought it was hilarious that I had fallen down in the middle of the lesson since it was something no one enjoyed.
Welcome
I created this blog as part of my classwork. I will be posting up some of the essays i've done in my first period English class, thats also the class i created this blog for. Hopefully you guys like what you read.
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