As school ended and I left to go home to
complete my English homework, but in order to do that I had to talk to one
of my parents Bill or Peggie. To my astonishment no one was home when I
got home, so I decided to do my other homework first and wait for my
parents to get home from work. At around 4:30pm, my dad Bill, walked into
the house after getting out of work at the Roslindale Post Office. I then
asked him if he could tell me how he met my mother Peggie. Then he started
to tell me the story.
“When I first met your mother, Peggie, it was at a party in
Roslindale during the summer. The party was being thrown by my friend Dan
at his house. What I didn’t know was that Dan invited his friend Peggie to
the party to meet me. After about half an hour at the party Peggie walked
in and I had a feeling that she was the one I would spend my life with. I
then walked up to her and started a conversation with her, first by
“I then found out what she liked in a guy and what her favorite
things were (food, sports, cars, etc.). As the party came to an end I
offered her a ride home which she gratefully accepted. Upon dropping her
off I gave her a kiss on the cheek, which she seemed to enjoy, and then
asked her if I could have her phone number, which she then gave me. She
then got out of the car and went into her house.”
“As I drove home all I could think about was Peggie. The next day I
called her and asked if she wanted to hang out to, which she replied ‘yes’
and said to meet her at Fallon Field. As the day went on, and we walked
around Roslindale, I finally built up enough courage to ask her out and
when I did, she happily replied ‘yes’.”
This is the story of how my dad Bill met my mom Peggie. They
eventually got married, had three kids, and moved to West Roxbury. I am
happy to know that they had such a romantic beginning. They are still
married, and still have much of that old romance as part of their
marriage. I admire my father’s patience in being determined to get what he
wanted. Unlike many men in America today, my father Bill pursued his
dream. Unlike many marriages in America today my parents follow the vows
they made when being married (to death do u part). Unlike many families in
America today, my family is still together and very close. Men, marriages,
and families need to remember that in all their troubles they still can
count on their love to bring them through.
This is a
journey that takes place in West Roxbury every morning as people walk
through their front yards.
As the sun rises and the world begins to wake up I prepare myself for a
journey. Staring into the depths of a heavy fog rolling in, creating a
thin layer of air full of moisture all around me. As I breathe I can see
my breath roar out in front in clumps of mist. Visibility all around me
is severly limited, all I can see is the path in front of me, a path which
I know by heart, and a path I will walk for many years to come.
For the past two weeks the grass on my left and right is littered with
Malboro ciggarett buts just lying there piling up screaming at me to pick
them up. The sun sores higher into the blue sky above me earlier each
day, the air starts to warm up little by little, and the fog begins to
lift dissapearing revealing a completely different world. The sounds of
this world erupt to life with sounds of car engines starting and children
talking to each other waiting for the school bus.
This is a journey that people every where make everyday. Some to go to
school, some to go to work, and others who go outside just to get the
This is a story my mom told me about her dad's
friend Mario. This story takes place on November 22, 1952.
"Mario was a person who loved football and always got into the game. One
day when his school Boston University was playing Villanova, Mario was
kicked out of the game. He was sent off the field and onto the bench as a
result of making a personal foul.
As the game progressed, Mario was stuck on the sidelines watching his team
fall behind. Then the ball was intercepted by Villanova's Bill Brannou,
as he began to run it back for a touchdown, Mario snapped. Mario jumped
off the sidelines onto the field, where he tackled Bill who was running
for a five touchdown lead against B.U. After tackling Bill, Mario started
to walk off the field when realized it was Mario by the refs. The refs
then kicked Mario out of the game for a second time.
Later on the way back home, the coach decided to sit with Mario on the
bus. He then looked at Mario and asked why he did it, mario looked at him
and said "it could have been worse". The coach then asked "how could it
have been worse?", Mario simply replied "hey I could have missed him"."
Emily Dickinson was the youngest poet to live;
she was born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts and died there as well in
1886. In all her poems she is writing about death beyond the grave. When
looked at you will notice that all her poems use punctuation’s/dashes.
One of her poems is “Because I Could Not Stop For Death-”. This poem is
about death and how you can’t get away from it.
Dickinson states that Death is always watching you and waiting. In lines
nine and ten Emily uses her past to prove that Death is always watching
“We passed the school, where children strove, At Recess in the Ring-“.
Emily says this, because the children were her friends and herself when
kids. When Emily talks about "Recess" it means to be free which is the
opposite of Death. She also mentions the word "Ring", which stands for
the cycle of life and that death is a part of life.
Emily Dickinson also states that when Death comes for us we acknowledge it
and accept that our time has come. Lines one and two backup this
statement, stating “Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped
for me”. This just goes to show that when Death comes for us we have no
choice but to accept it. She is also saying that death is the past and
Dickinson likes to make her audience think when reading one of her poems.
This is because if you read “Because I Could Not Stop For Death-" you
will immediately notice that after every line she uses punctuation and
dashes. When she does this, she uses a very different writing style for
her poems, which make the reader wonder what will happen next. This
inspires the reader to use his imagination to create a mental image of the
poems subtext (the meaning behind the words).
Emily Dickinson always wrote poems about death through her life. This
poem after reading it makes me not fear death. That is because this poem
has made me realizes that death is a natural event in our life and if we
deny Death, we are in fact ignoring what makes us human and that is our