my mom is my hero essay

I don't wannnaaaa." I mumbled into my pillow but sadly my alarm clock doesn't speak English. I groan some more and grab the clock from off my bedside table. The cold metal woke me up a bit, but that doesn't mean I still wasn't happy with the metal piece of work. I threw the alarm clock across the room, which actually didn't make it shut up. "What was that?" My mom yelled from the kitchen. "Nothing," I yelled back, "Just a piece of crap." I mutter, narrowing my eyes at the silver clunk of metal

Odysseus goes on an journey but on his journey he tries to get back home , but on his journey home he cheated on his wife and didn’t care about any of his crew members that came with him. In result of the things Odysseus does he is not a modern day hero. On Odysseus journey home he didn’t care much of his men he was selfish or you can say he

There is one loss in my life that affected many aspects of my life for many years, the divorce of my parents. I was in barley entering the first grade and the tender age of five, soon to turn six, when my parents spent their last night as a married couple. I do not have many memories of my parents as a couple but I do remember the day my Daddy left. He was a policeman and I watched as his cruiser drove away from our family home. I remember my mom crying and not being willing to console me or

This film also points out how every hero is similar and have many things in common. It all begins with status quo and then continues with assistants, departure, trials, approach, crisis, treasurer, result, return, new life, resolution, status quo updated. Us humans leave our comfort zones and have an experience that transforms us, then we recover and do it again according to the film. I feel that I could relate some parts of my life with this. For example, I left my comfort zone when I decided to tryout

Langston Hughes said it best when he wrote the phrase in the poem Mother to Son, “Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.” These words truly sum up the essence of my life, but I won’t complain, I dare not desire someone else’s life either, for all my experiences have made me the essence of who I am, and who I am becoming. In his poem, he writes about a mother whom I will say, “felt a kind a way” as she spoke. Today I “feel a kind a way too, but soon I’m going to look back

it's night I can't sleep. So I'm stuck here with nothing to do but worry about you because that's pretty much all..Even when I'm sleeping i can't relax enough to sleep well. I toss and turn and grind my teeth, i don't handle stress well. Newt Scamander in Fantastic Beasts and where to find them said " My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice." As much sense as that makes I can't stop worrying. I hate that every time you've gone to court so far it's been awful. It's hard for me to be optimistic

Throughout the books The Crucible, The Things They Carried, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, there is a common common theme of oppression. Oppression comes from the government or people that abuse the power that they hold. Not only does oppression occur in fiction, but it happens in real-life situations such as women being in the workforce. Oppression can last a long time and have many consequences, but resistance has the power to overcome oppression and shorten its length even if tragedies occur

Relationships There is one relationship that I feel on-guard and defensive and that is my relationship with my older sibling (Alissa). Whereas, I have a relationship where I feel comfortable and supported and that is my boyfriend (Carlinn). Both defensive and support have different way of communicating behavioral in a climates. I feel on-guard and defensive toward Alissa because she always been the one where my mom is always there for when she ever have a consequences in her life. Since she is the

wants to stay, but one was my favorite place for six months. People think of hospitals as some place to sit and wait for bad news. Brunswick hospital is the hospital I visited every day. It had plain white walls, red seats to sit in while waiting, and had a great staff. I was in sixth grade living life as any normal eleven year old. Life was a breeze. Then on February twenty-sixth, my whole world changed. My mother found out she had stage three Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. “Mom was going to die,” was the

words that describe my older half-brother and all the memories and emotions he brings to me and my parents. I was born in a loving home, he was born under chaos. My father is my hero, his father is his villain. To take care of me, my mom left her job. To take care of him, my mom left my brother with my grandmother so that she could get a job. This story is hard to digest and harder to put into words. The relationship between my family and my brother is now over, and it made my vision of life and family