He Giveth, He Taketh Away

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Pink cake, pink dress, pink flowers; Kisha’s Quinceanera. On bended knee her father took her slippers off, and slipped on her silver high-heels shoes.
The noise of his car starting up, filled the garage at 10 o’clock pm, he was leaving work.
A silver crown was placed on Kisha’s head as if she has just won prom queen.
A gun raised to Mickey’s head as the word “drive” was screamed into his ears. He drove into the dark night crossing into D.C.
He picked her up out of her princess chair, smiled at her while the music filled the room as they began gliding across the floor.
“Park here”, he ordered. Thump was the sound Mickey made as he hit the ground face first. Bang, Bang, Bang was the sound that echoed through the air. Then tires screeching followed, as his car disappeared in the night.
We all joined in on the dance floor and danced the night away.
By the changing of her shoes and her first dance with her father, my cousin was now a woman. My cousin had transformed into a women while life for my other cousin was taken away.
Waking up the next morning to the phone ringing at 8 am was very unwelcomed considering, I had just went to bed about six hours earlier. My mom came running into my room. “Mickey! He is gone he is dead. ” I looked at her, felt my heart swell, and knelt at the side of my bed and began to pray.
My family partied while one of us was dying in a D.C ally. Just ten hours ago we were all celebrating Kisha’s entrance into women hood, and then in a matter of seconds, we were mourning.


Life is short and can change in a matter of seconds.

He Giveth, He Taketh Away

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Pink cake, pink dress, pink flowers; my cousin’s Quinceanera. On bended knee her father took her slippers off and slipped on her silver high-heels shoes.
The noise of his car starting up, filled the garage at 10 oclock pm, he was leaving work.
A silver crown was placed on my cousin’s head as if she has just won prom queen.
A gun raised to my cousin’s head as the word “drive” was screamed into his ears. He drove into the dark night crossing into D.C.
He picked her up out of her princess chair, smiled at her while the music filled the room as they began gliding across the floor.
“Park here”, he ordered. Thump was the sound my cousin made as he hit the ground face first. Bang, Bang, Bang was the sound that echoed through the air. Then tires screeching followed, as his car disappeared in the night.
We all joined in on the dance floor and danced the night away.
By the changing of her shoes and her first dance with her father my cousin was now a woman. My cousin had transformed into a women while life for my other cousin was taken away.
Waking up the next morning to the phone ringing at 8 am was very unwelcomed considering I had just went to bed about six hours earlier. My mom came running into my room.”Mickey! He is gone he is dead. “I looked at her, felt my heart swell, and knelt at the side of my bed and began to pray.
My family partied while one of us was dying in a D.C ally. Just ten hours ago we were all celebrating my cousin’s entrance into women hood, and then in a matter of seconds, we were mourning.


Life is short and can change in a matter of seconds.

In the Blink of an Eye

Pink cake, pink dress, pink flowers; my cousin’s Quinceanera. On bended knee her father took her slippers off and slipped on her silver high-heels shoes. A gun raised to my cousin’s head as the word “drive” was screamed into his ears. He drove into the dark night crossing into D.C. He picked her up out of her princess chair, smiled at her while the music filled the room as they began gliding across the floor. “Park here”, he ordered. Thump was the sound my cousin made as he hit the ground face first. Bang, Bang, Bang was the sound that echoed through the air. Then tires screeching followed. We all joined in on the dance floor and danced the night away. By the changing of her shoes and her first dance with her father my cousin was now a woman. My cousin had transformed into a women while my other cousin’s life ended. Waking up the next morning to the phone ringing at 8 am was very unwelcomed considering I had just went to bed about six hours earlier. My mom came running into my room.”Mickey! He is gone he is dead. “ I looked at her, felt my heart swell, and knelt at the side of my bed and began to pray. My family partied while one of us was dying in a D.C ally. Just ten hours ago we were all celebrating and then in a matter of seconds ,mourning.
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Happiness can be taken from you in the blink of an eye

Worst and Best Teaching Experience’s

Balls of paper flying through the air, people bobbing their head back and forth to music, and texting about forty words per minute is the scene you would see every day in Mr. Salahudin’s seventh period pre-cal class. Mr. Salahudin would stand at the front of the room writing problems on the board explaining to the few people in the front of the class who came to class prepared to take notes and learn something. My friends and I sat in the back everyday religiously. We would use this class period to talk about the latest gossip, no math notes!

I walk in the class room two minutes before the bell rings and I see everyone in the class seating down ready to take notes. Mrs. Greenberg has already put five problems up on the board to complete. I take my seat in the front row and begin working. No one is talking everyone is focused it is quiet, so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Each time I walked out of that class I have a clear understanding of what we learned in class for that day. Mr. Greenberg took control of the class and taught us efficiently.
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