...middle of May, the sun peeking through the curtains doing what it does best by trying to wake me up. I toss and I turn in my pink comforter trying to ignore the bright light. Nothing. Now I’m no longer sleepy. I was an only child in 3rd grade so I had no one to bug in the morning and nothing to do because my parents were asleep. I suddenly feel this emptiness in my stomach, I’m hungry. As I walked into the kitchen I pulled a chair over to the cabinets to help me get the cereal I wanted. I carefully opened the cabinet so it wouldn’t make a loud creek noise. Skimming through the ones we had I finally spot my favorite, cookie crisp. The next thing you hear is the creek noise from the cabinet and a loud bam! I then...
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...Moustache” is a story of growth. Mike a 16 year old boy has a grandma in a nursing home. She dreads a terrible day. Mike has a moustache like his dead grandfather and is mistaken for him. His grandma then asks for forgiveness, thinking he is her lost husband. One lesson learned is that growth can make you do or say things that may seem right at first but aren't right in the end. As Mike's grandmother sees Mike Cormier uses descriptive details to show how they are mistaken. Using time as a factor to show how she would think this. Cormier has Mike describe his grandfather, say “ I recalled my grandfather as tall and thin. Like me.” Also, saying that “He was thirty-five when he died, almost forty years ago. And he wore a moustache. I also wore a mustache. This shows the resemblance of the two, even after almost forty years. Even though Mike hasn’t aged all his grandma has been thinking about is her husband, and reacts when he looks just a little bit like him....
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...Grandma! I remember her birth. Wait, you say, no man remembers his own grandma's birth. But, yes, we remember the day that she was born. For we, her grandchildren, slapped her to life. Timothy, Agatha, and I, Tom, raised up our hands and brought them down in a huge crack! We shook together the bits and pieces, parts and samples, textures and tastes, humors and distillations that would move her compass needle north to cool us, south to warm and comfort us, east and west to travel round the endless world, glide her eyes to know us, mouth to sing us asleep by night, hands to touch us awake at dawn. Grandma, O dear and wondrous electric dream ... When storm lightnings rove the sky making circuitries amidst the clouds, her name flashes on my inner lid. Sometimes still I hear her ticking, humming above our beds in the gentle dark. She passes like a clock-ghost in the long halls of memory, like a hive of intellectual bees swarming after the Spirit of Summers Lost. Sometimes still I feel the smile I learned from her, printed on my cheek at three in the deep morn ... All right, all right! you cry, what was it like the day your damned and wondrous-dreadful-loving Grandma was born? It was the week the world ended ... Our mother was dead. One late afternoon a black car left Father and the three of us stranded on our own front drive staring at the grass, thinking: That's not our grass. There are the croquet mallets, balls, hoops, yes, just as they fell and lay three days ago when Dad stumbled...
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...The video age? It was the year 2032, and two grandkids were sitting at the feet of their grandma who was watching them for the weekend while their parents went out. The kids were 10 and 12 and their names were Annabel, and Josh. Annabel asked “Grandma what was it like when you were young”? Josh whispered “hush, she still is young she is only 34”. Then grandma said, “Josh is ok, I’m not that young any more, but Annabel that is a good question”. Then she began to explain what is was like in her time as a kid. “The 21st century was, and still is full of crime, weird dance crazes, supposed racism, and weird Internet videos”. The weird dance crazes know as the “nae-nae”, “hit the quan” and all of them other dance moves. I remember when they...
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...Nascar drivers are what inspired my name. My mom and dad wanted a boy and they received one. My parents never had a girl name picked out before I was born. But the name that they were dead set on was Jarrett. Inspired by the famous retired race car driver Dale Jarrett. My middle name is my dad's first name Gregory. My My Name Means Spear strong and I love my name and I would never change it. I have completed one of my goals I have wanted to do for a while and that is to become pretty good at longboarding. I have made friends that have made the same interests as me and do fun things together. My favorite hobbies are longboarding,parkour,soccer,swimming,and video games. I like anything with speed and love salty and spicy food but I dislike sweet...
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...up to a small cottage with peeling paint and faded curtains . A voice behind me asked “ Are you looking for somebody “?......... I flinched at the voice that broke the stillness of the environs . I turned around nervously and was shocked to see her “Grandma , what are you doing here ? And that too on a Sunday?” . Grandma has always been a home bound person, specially so after grandpa’s demise and never ventured out to meet people . “Well , That is a story . But what would bring you here ?” . She asked . her wrinkles twitching a bit surprisedly . “That is also a story . But you have to tell me yours first “. Her then pleasent face became pale for a second . Clutching the walking stick with both hands , she moved towards a worn out bench at the side and beckoned to me . I sat next to her , all ears to take in everything that she has got to say . But all I saw was her eyes fixed on the distant vastness . So it was easy to interpret what it was about . I took the initiative . “ So, who was he ? “ . Grandma gave a sly smile . Yes . So that was it . That was indeed an admissible grin . I convinced myself . “He was my penfriend . And he died yesterday...around this time” . I stared at her , quite confused at seeing her emotionless face that still didn’t break the focus.”I know why you stare at me that way . I have been an invisible friend to him for 30 years “. I let out a loud gasp . ”30 years ? Grandma that’s a long time . All these while you had been texting a foreigner without...
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...service. There was a teaching/consolidation series that was going on and, of course, Grandma Trudy was at the forefront of the initiative. I was put on her team and four of us set out in one of the white vans owned by the Institute at that time. I had no idea what to expect and was so nervous I thought my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Meanwhile Grandma Trudy and company were just chatting it up and laughing. I was thinking what was so funny and had the look of a bug eyed person full of fear. I couldn't tell you to this day where we were. The asphalt turned into gravel that turned into dirt that turned into dust clouds. We pulled up to this house and Grandma Trudy hopped out, and said ‘Oh! This is such and such’s house. I remember her during the Army of Light Project’! There was this vicious psycho dog with foam all around his mouth that stood about 6 foot tall barking at us (ok I may be exaggerating but the dog was mean). I froze in place and Grandma Trudy said come on girl, just say Allah’u’Abha and keep walking. I was thinking to myself she is crazy! Needless to say the dog didn't bother her but bit me on the ankle. That is the day I learned to believe in my belief and be fearless under all circumstances ‘cuz that dang dog bit me and not Grandma Trudy. It is the day I learned courage from my lil’ giggling adopted Grandma Trudy and one of my favorite songs that she taught me on the way back to the Institute ... ‘if religion was a thing that you could buy...
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...A Trip To Texas Sometime in March, my family and I went to Texas. We went to visit my grandma and pick up our new car. Instead of going by plane we drove all the way to Texas. We broke the drive into two days.The drive all together was eighteen hours. The drive started off going towards Tucson, Arizona and ending in the middle of New Mexico. Sitting in the car for nine hours straight is really tiring even though you’re just sitting there. When we finally stop it was at our first hotel. the hotel was kind of creepy. My mom and dad slept in one bed and my sister and I slept in another. all night long my sister kept talking. “I can’t wait to see Tutu,” my sister would say. my response to her would be turning over and saying,” be quiet and go to sleep.”...
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...and Martha lived and did their studies there. My name also means House of Figs, House of Song, and House of Mary. Bethany is also Hebrew and used mostly by Catholics. Kendall is an English baby name which means Royal Valley. Also means valley of the River Kent. Now I didn’t know much on Sheely. I knew it’s Irish and...
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...keep anything from me or alter any information. Also no one in my family really wanted to sit down with me for about an hour, they said they didn’t care enough to do it. The following is a recollection of Of the 40 minute interview I conducted with my mother, Cynthia Iroegbu. Talking with my mother I found something really interesting about my family name, turns out my last name isn’t even Asimobi. My real last name is Shiwobi, which means the heart is deep everything starts from the heart both good and bad. What happened was that my grandfather on my...
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...an oven and fast." He grabbed me with his soggy fingers and said.. "Snap out of it, Man." Then he proceeded to chant and walk in circles around me. I looked down, My pants were still on fire, but by this time it had spread to my Uterus and three other ligaments. I was getting pretty agitated that no one seemed to care about my third degree burns, or my soon imminent death, but I went along with his plan still hoping he'd manage to save me through his voo-doo witchcraft. After I came out of my trance from the fire I noticed that I was now in the kitchen of my grandma's house baking a cake.. I Screamed "WHAT THE F***?" My Grandma ran in and slapped the s*** outta me for cursing. Then she proceeded to say, "I swear if you talk like that 5 more times, I'll beat the living s*** outta you." I was quite confused as to what was going on and what I did to deserve this true life mad lib. I just stood there in silence with a look of uttermost confusion.. and I starred at the women who had once been a kind sweet old lady, who wouldn't even kill a baby piglet, now turned into this vicious beast of a monster with veins protruding from her neck like a porcupines quills on a midsummer day. She gasped, and then with the blink of an eye turned back into the sweet old lady I had once known. "Would you like some cookies, dear?" "Ummm Yes, grandma." As she went to retrieve the cookies, I was planning my escape.. Looking around pondering what unimaginable thing would happen...
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...person trained to care for the sick”. In my experiences I have determined that it means so much more than that. Anyone who has been admitted into a hospital, or had a loved one in a hospital knows that it’s the nurses who make your experience better. A nurse is one the first people to hold a newborn baby, and they’re the support when you lose a loved one. Nursing is more than a profession and that is why I want to be a nurse. My personal experiences, the experiences of my loved ones, and the nature of the profession are why I want to be a nurse. The first time that I remember encountering a nurse was a particularly memorable one. My grandma has had terminal cancer for as long as I can remember. As a child I would spend all summer at her house on the lake and among the memories of baking in the sun and playing in the sand I can vividly remember the nurse who cared for her. Every two weeks she would receive a treatment administered by a nurse who came to her house. While my older sister Rebecca had no interest, I was always so captivated by what she was doing and stayed by her side for the entire time. Placing the IV into a “port” as my grandma called it (a catheter located near the collarbone), using the machine, the equipment and all of the tools were so fascinating to me. Aside from what she did medically, it was really the way she treated my grandma that made such an impact on me. My Grandma is still living with cancer; she recently claimed that nurses are her guardian angels...
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...Grandma, only God knows how much we really miss you. We will never forget your love, smile, laughter, cooking, wisdom and sense of humor. Or the days when you were an active Grandma, the kind that got up, and went outside, played ball, badminton and jumped rope with us. You took care of us even when you were sick and always slipped us some change ($20 bills) on the sly when our parents turned their heads. You also always had some type of gravy going on - tuna fish gravy, tomato gravy, chipped beef gravy, turkey gravy... anything you could serve over toast....and it was sooo good! And we definitely won't forget your fried apples, onions and potatoes as staple dishes on Sunday mornings before Church! You were a fun Grandma, always full of life! You led by example all the way til the end. Even dementia had no power over you. At times, you may have forgotten who we were in those last hours but you never forgot the Word of God! In fact, we recognize that it was the only consistency in your world. It was a reminder that once the Word is in you - it never leaves you and we are so thankful that God chose us to be the recipients of such a remarkable matriarch for our family. Grandma, we truly mean it when we say that you were one of God's best gifts to us. You will always be a special part of our lives. We thank you for being a mentor, a confidant and also a friend. But the most important thing you taught us was how to love God and be an unconditional, consistent servant of the...
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...work. So it’s usually my grandma and my sister home when I get there. My grandma is always making food before i get home from school. She makes different things every day. My sister is always playing with her dolls she yells at me when I go to say hi to her. My grandma barely leaves the house so she is always watching my sister. My sister gives my grandma a hard time so she is always yelling at my sister. When my mom and dad come home my grandma tells them about how my sister gave her a hard time. Now I watch my sister so now she gives me a hard time. At least I’m helping my parents with watching my sister. My sister never listens to me when i tell her not to do something she does it anyways. My sister is always mean to me she loves to mess with me. I can’t yell at her because she goes and tell my mom. So I have to be nice to her all the time. I’m always trying ways to get back at her but they never work. Now I’m going to give up on getting back at her and trying to be nice to my sister. When my mom and dad come home its there turn to watch my sister. I usually ask my parents if i can hang out with my friends. They usually say yes so I go and play baseball or basketball with my friends. When get home my mom is asleep and my dad is watching TV. I go and watch sports with my father for a little bit then I do my homework. The next day I’m watching my sister she starts messing with me again. Later on she tells me,”I’m sorry Nicko”. I couldn't believe what i heard so I said, “Its...
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...impact you by having done something to you so you can also remember them no matter what. When people, places or things have impacted others, this can make a big or small change to that person. On Thursday, it was sunny with very nice weather that is the day my grandmother moved to the Memory Care Center and moved out of our home. It all started with my grandma talking about how she thought she should move out. I was thinking like there is no way that she was going to move out. We were sitting in our living room, my grandma sitting in a cream colored brown leathery chair. The house had a scent of laundry detergent, Tide. The taste of this lovely place is cinnamon because...
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