contrast the qualities of an awful relationship you’ve had to a good one
Contrast Essays.
Relationships come in all different forms; there are good relationships and awful relationship. Everyone has been in a good relationship and than there are those relationship that are completely awful in multiple ways. I have experienced an awful relationship and I have experience an amazing relationship; and I definitely know the difference between a great and a horrible relationship.
In my last relationship I was always unhappy, and I could never do anything right. I was always in the wrong some how with my ex-boyfriend Curtis. It was like if I even breathed wrong than he would bite my head off. I was never happy with him; he was always making me cry because he’d yell at me, swear at me and put me down negatively. I remember one day I had just got to his house and I was out talking on the phone, and when I had came inside his house he started yelling at me because I didn’t tell him who I was talking to and why I was talking to who I was. There were many of multiple different times he yelled at me for random things, and most of the time I didn’t even know what I did to get yelled at. Swearing at me was a thing he was good at. He was always calling me a bitch, slut, whore and all the horrible names that could bring a girls ego go from a hundred to negative zero. When he got mad at someone else like his parents because he couldn’t do what he wanted to do, he would take it out on me. It was ridiculous. Not only did he just swear at me but he was always putting me down telling me that I had to be with him because no one else would ever want to be with me. He pretty much had me convinced what he said was the word, he was right about everything, and he made sure he got that across to me. He would also tell me that I was ugly, and that he could do so much better than me. His favorite thing to tell me to make me feel like crap was that I was fat. I never really thought that he actually meant what he said but towards the end, I knew that the feelings just weren’t there and we just weren’t meant to be together. The relationship I am in now with Michael has been amazing. He never yells at me, swears at me or puts me down. I can make Michael mad but he doesn’t fly off the handle at me, he will sit down and tell me what I did to make him mad and gives me a chance to apologize to him. He treats me like I should be treated. He never swears at me or calls me names that he actually means. We always fool around and call each other a slut, but it’s just joking around and we both know that. There is never a moment where he puts me down either. He always tells me that I am beautiful and that I am the girl for him. He tells me I’m perfect just the way I am, and to never change. When I am all frustrated because I don’t understand something he doesn’t tell me “Katie, you’re so stupid.” Instead he tells me “Babe, just calm down. You’ll get it. It just takes practice.” I never thought that I would be with someone who cares so much about me, and loves me for who I am. He never tells me that he deserves better what so ever. I honestly never thought that I would be able to find someone who treats me like I am suppose to be and not treated like dirt.
Fighting was another big issue with Curtis. We were always fighting over stupid things like if I didn’t call him at the exact time I said I would or if I wasn’t at his house at the time he told me to be there. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t even look or talk to any of my guy friends. Whenever I didn’t call him or show up at his house when he told me too, he would make a huge deal out of it and tell me I was cheating on him or something stupid like that. I can remember one time I had to work later and I didn’t get a chance to call him and let him know. I got to his house an hour or two later than I said I would be up there at. He came all unglued on me, he was screaming at me and swearing at me, and it use to get to the point where I would try to get into my car and leave. Talking to boys was definitely an issue with him. He always had to know who I was talking to, what I was talking about, and everything. He always seemed to know when I had talked to one of my guy friends also, which caused a lot of fights. It use to get so bad, and when I would start crying he would yell at me even more and tell me he didn’t want to be with me anymore and that I have wasted a year of his life. One of the last fights I can remember is when I was sitting on his bed with him while all of his friends were there, and he literally didn’t talk to me for 2 hours straight. I had finally had enough of it and grabbed my stuff and walked out his door. He chased after me out that door faster than a cheetah going after its prey. He let the loudest yell out of him I had ever herd. “Where the hell do you think your going? If you leave here right now, don’t ever come back again!” I didn’t really know what to think, so I just said “um, I am going home because you were ignoring me! You didn’t talk to me for two hours, and I am sick of being ignored and I am sick of your shit.” He didn’t like that too much. He got even angrier, he punched my car and I left. That was the last fight that I can remember having with him, because after that I ended it. I eventually figured out that I deserve someone who isn’t going to fight with me over every little thing that I did. Michael and I have had little stupid fun fights, but nothing ever as bad as my last relationship. Michael and I have been together for over a year now and we have not had one bad fight. We talk out our problems if we have issues about something, instead of accusing each other of crap and starting a huge fight. No one wants to be in a relationship where all you do is fight 24/7, least I know I don’t.
Spending money always seemed to be my job in the relationship. I was always giving Curtis money. I gave him so many things. I worked at McDonalds making minimum wage, and I made probably about 120 to 150 dollars for a 40 hours in two weeks. I had a car payment that I had to pay for, and not to mention I wasn’t even using my own car because Curtis had it. I would pay my car payment, and than I had to hand over the rest of my money to him so that he could get what he wanted to get. The whole year I was with him I don’t think he spent a penny on anything for me. When we went to Bangor I had to put gas in the car, pay for him to eat and me and not to mention his friends. It always seemed like he didn’t want me around unless I had money to give him, and if I didn’t have money to give him he would get all pissed and starting yelling at me. I never thought that it was suppose to be the girl who pays everything for the boy. Everyone that I have ever talked to or seen it’s always the boy buys and pays for the girl. Michael never lets me pay for anything. He is always spending money on me, even when I tell him no. He always tells me “Babe, you’re my girl; I want to buy you things.” It makes me feel bad at times, because I was just so use to always having to pay for everything, so it makes me feel bad that he won’t ever let me pay for anything. It never matters how much money I have, he won’t ever let me pay for anything. Michael and I have been together over a year and I think that I may have bought one meal for us and that’s it. He always gives me a dirty look when I tell him that I want to pay for something. Let’s just say I never get to spend money. This year for Christmas he has spent way too much money on me. He has bought me a pink dell laptop, pink LG rhythm cell phone and some other things that I don’t know about. Michael never lets me spend any money on him, I have spent a hundred and something on him so far for Christmas and he is mad because he says “I spent way too much money on him already.” It makes me feel good that he respects me and cares about me, and actually treats me how I am supposed to be treated. I don’t care about how much money he spends on me, I just care about the love behind everything that he does.
Experiencing two different relationships really opens your eyes about how people are. When Curtis and I broke up at first I was just heartbroken because I didn’t think that I deserved anyone else, and he made me feel like I didn’t. He made me feel guilty about everything, but with Michael I have never been happier. We have an amazing relationship and I never want to have to experience another relationship. He treats me with respect and treats me like a lady. When I’m with him I feel safe and protected, and I feel like no one could ever bring me down. It’s the best feeling in the world.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
PRACTICE FINAL (EFFECT ESSAY!)
DEATH
One of the hardest truths can be excepting a death in the family, especially someone who is close to you. These truths can be difficult at times for multiple reasons. For instance, being too young to understand, not wanting to understand, or simply because you know that they are never coming back. When I was in fifth grade one of my closest uncles was killed in a snowmobile accident, this was a hard thing for me to deal with because I was too young to really understand what death was, I didn’t really want to understand because it hurt to think about it and lastly because I knew that he was never coming back. All of these things made it hard for me to actually comprehend the fact that my Uncle Joel was gone.
I can remember the day that my father and Uncle Shawn came home to tell me about the accident, and how Uncle Joel had been killed in it. I was young and didn’t quite understand so I thought it was a joke. At first I laughed until I realized that they were telling the truth about it, and than I just cried. Everything was hectic, and I wanted to be able to know what happened but because I was so young I wasn’t able to know all the important details that the adults knew. It was really hard for me to accept his death because I had never really been around a situation like this before, so it was a whole new experience to me. I didn’t understand why he had to die, why I couldn’t go see him and why he couldn’t be saved. I was just heartbroken about it all. Eventually when I got older I realized why he died, why I couldn’t go see him and why he couldn’t be saved. I remember my Dad sitting me down a couple of years later and explaining all the questions that I asked to me. I remember him telling me “Your Uncle Joel was drunk and took off on his snow sled, he went airborne and fell off his sled. The impact was too much for his skull and the rest of his body to handle. There was no way for him to be saved because he was announced dead on the site.” He than went on to tells me that “I didn’t want you to see your Uncle Joel the way that I saw him when I found him dead in the road. I wanted you to remember him how he was, and all the good memories you spent with him. I just didn’t want you to be traumatized.” After all my questions were answered when I had got older, everything was more clear to me and I understood a little better, but because I was so young when the accident happened I wouldn’t had made since of what I was told.
Not wanting to understand it was another reason why nothing made since to me. I think that I could had made since of it all if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to accept the fact that my Uncle Joel was dead and gone forever. I pretended like I didn’t understand so that I wouldn’t have to. I remember telling my mom that it was all a big joke, one mean lie, but in reality it wasn’t. It was real, the whole thing was real. Uncle Joel taking off way to drunk on his sled, my Dad and Uncle Shawn coming home to tell me about it, his funeral and burial. It was all real. I also don’t think I wanted to understand because I just wanted it all to go away. I wanted all the problems to disappear and stop seeing everyone around me so upset and sad. It broke my heart to see my Dad cry, because he had already lost one brother, but this time he had to see his second brother dead on the road. I also never understood why everyone started fighting after his death, but I didn’t really want to know either because it mad me angry to think that all anyone could think about was who get’s his belongings. It was bad enough that he was dead, but it made it even worse when they all started fighting. It just made me so angry, and I realized that I never wanted to understand what happened and what was happening at that very moment.
I knew a little bit about death when I was in fifth grade but not much like I said. The only really thing that I knew about death was that it means they are never coming back. Well, at such a young age it scared me to death. It made me think about what if my parents were to get in accident tomorrow, I wouldn’t have no body and it just scared me. I would stop and think about all the good times I had with Uncle Joel like swimming with him in the lake, going fishing with him, him teaching me things, hearing his funny stories, and just seeing him whenever I wanted to. All of those things made me cry because I knew that I would never be able to create new memories with him in the future. The only thing that I had of him after he was gone out of my life forever was all the great memories that we once had shared, and I knew that those were the memories that I would never forget for as long as I lived. I knew that whenever I got sad and wanted to think about him and remember him all I had to do was stop and think of all the great fun things that he did do with me while he was here, and it makes all the pain and sorrow go away.
Being young and having someone so close to you die is one of the worst tragic incidents that could ever possibly happen. I know that everyone dies after a while, and it’s part of life but no young child should have to go through that.
CAUSE ESSAY 2
Cool crisp air, getting colds, shivering under layers of clothes is what cheerleading is all about. Jumping, dancing, yelling, screaming, supporting the boys on Friday nights, is one of the best feelings in the world, when I am in front of hundreds of fans.
Cheerleaders aren’t known as being athletic because everyone thinks that all we do is whimpy, or pathetic. Being a cheerleader I know that there is definitely more in cheering than just wearing short skirts, being flirts and being all peppy. I think that there is way more to cheerleading than a lot of people realize. I believe that cheerleading is fulfilled with a lot of hard work and determination. I think that a lot of people put us down and stereo type us just because they think of people like me as snobby, stuck up bitches. Well, I got a news flash for everyone. I am not like that, nor is a lot of girls. Yes, I am giggly and like to have fun at games and practices but I also put a lot of hard work into what I do. I feel that if we was to ask a lot of football players at our school what their motto to cheering is, they would most likely say “Cheering. It’s harder than football!”
I feel that determination is one of the biggest things that play’s in the role as a cheerleader. I know that if I’m not determined the stunt that I’m helping to put up, isn’t going to go, or the dance is going to look sloppy. I feel that everyone that is on a squad needs to make sure that we all look the same and think the same way. What do I mean by this? Well, everyone needs to think when there is a skinny little scronnie girl up in the air being supported by my strength and someone else’s. I know that when I’m looking up watching my flyer I think to my self "Alright, I am one of the only things supporting this girl. Everything will work and nobody will hit the floor." When I get ready to enter the field after the second quarter buzzer goes off, all I need to think is "this is going to go, I will not mess up, and everyone who’s watching will love it." Being determined that everything will work, and look good isn't the easiest thing to always do, but I know that I need to in order to have a good positive outcome. I think that determination in cheerleading is basically everything. It's the frosting on a cake.
I think that spirit is another main thing in cheering. If I have a lot of spirit than all the people in the crowd thinks that I am being snobby, preppy or just a stereo-type cheerleader. I honestly think that my spirit and other girl’s spirit during the games helps gets the football players motivated, and feel like they have support and they get their heads into the game and play. Not only do I and other girls on the squad give spirit to the football players but we give spirit to the school. I have events that I go to, and the other girls also go to get all the fall sports pumped up and help them get their heads into the game. I feel that spirit is a cheerleaders main job to spread. I try my hardest to show everyone how to get psyched up for a game and not worry about acting like idiots, and so do a lot of other girls on the squad.
I know that being a cheerleader stereo-typing is something that brings me and a lot of other cheerleaders down. I asked someone what they thought about cheerleading and this is what he/she told me. "I believe a cheerleader that is very into cheering is most likely say is blonde, skinny, preppy, and very annoying. Yeah, it's good to be happy. But when they are normally happy, it makes them look very stupid. They try and act smart but don’t always work. They are so into cheering they usually don't have any other interests. Like academics." I know that things like this is what makes me and other girls not want to get out in front of people and do what I need to do, and what other girls need to do. I think it's kind of bull crap that I nor other cheerleaders get no respect from anyone. We have had football players actually come to our practice's and do the some of the stunts that we do and they have actually admitted to us that they think that cheering is harder than football. I think that if everyone would actually get to know me and some of the other girls that are cheerleaders than the "model" of a cheerleader would change.
I don’t’ think that cheerleading is a dumb sport. I know that people think is whimpy , ridicules or stupid. I as a cheerleader know that I am a nice, caring, athlete, and I take pride in everything that I do, and so don’t a lot of other cheerleaders. I know that cheering is a sport, a very hard sport that some of these things play a role in. I think that everyone should give cheerleaders a chance and not stereo-type them as skinny, preppy, blonde bitches.
Cheerleaders aren’t known as being athletic because everyone thinks that all we do is whimpy, or pathetic. Being a cheerleader I know that there is definitely more in cheering than just wearing short skirts, being flirts and being all peppy. I think that there is way more to cheerleading than a lot of people realize. I believe that cheerleading is fulfilled with a lot of hard work and determination. I think that a lot of people put us down and stereo type us just because they think of people like me as snobby, stuck up bitches. Well, I got a news flash for everyone. I am not like that, nor is a lot of girls. Yes, I am giggly and like to have fun at games and practices but I also put a lot of hard work into what I do. I feel that if we was to ask a lot of football players at our school what their motto to cheering is, they would most likely say “Cheering. It’s harder than football!”
I feel that determination is one of the biggest things that play’s in the role as a cheerleader. I know that if I’m not determined the stunt that I’m helping to put up, isn’t going to go, or the dance is going to look sloppy. I feel that everyone that is on a squad needs to make sure that we all look the same and think the same way. What do I mean by this? Well, everyone needs to think when there is a skinny little scronnie girl up in the air being supported by my strength and someone else’s. I know that when I’m looking up watching my flyer I think to my self "Alright, I am one of the only things supporting this girl. Everything will work and nobody will hit the floor." When I get ready to enter the field after the second quarter buzzer goes off, all I need to think is "this is going to go, I will not mess up, and everyone who’s watching will love it." Being determined that everything will work, and look good isn't the easiest thing to always do, but I know that I need to in order to have a good positive outcome. I think that determination in cheerleading is basically everything. It's the frosting on a cake.
I think that spirit is another main thing in cheering. If I have a lot of spirit than all the people in the crowd thinks that I am being snobby, preppy or just a stereo-type cheerleader. I honestly think that my spirit and other girl’s spirit during the games helps gets the football players motivated, and feel like they have support and they get their heads into the game and play. Not only do I and other girls on the squad give spirit to the football players but we give spirit to the school. I have events that I go to, and the other girls also go to get all the fall sports pumped up and help them get their heads into the game. I feel that spirit is a cheerleaders main job to spread. I try my hardest to show everyone how to get psyched up for a game and not worry about acting like idiots, and so do a lot of other girls on the squad.
I know that being a cheerleader stereo-typing is something that brings me and a lot of other cheerleaders down. I asked someone what they thought about cheerleading and this is what he/she told me. "I believe a cheerleader that is very into cheering is most likely say is blonde, skinny, preppy, and very annoying. Yeah, it's good to be happy. But when they are normally happy, it makes them look very stupid. They try and act smart but don’t always work. They are so into cheering they usually don't have any other interests. Like academics." I know that things like this is what makes me and other girls not want to get out in front of people and do what I need to do, and what other girls need to do. I think it's kind of bull crap that I nor other cheerleaders get no respect from anyone. We have had football players actually come to our practice's and do the some of the stunts that we do and they have actually admitted to us that they think that cheering is harder than football. I think that if everyone would actually get to know me and some of the other girls that are cheerleaders than the "model" of a cheerleader would change.
I don’t’ think that cheerleading is a dumb sport. I know that people think is whimpy , ridicules or stupid. I as a cheerleader know that I am a nice, caring, athlete, and I take pride in everything that I do, and so don’t a lot of other cheerleaders. I know that cheering is a sport, a very hard sport that some of these things play a role in. I think that everyone should give cheerleaders a chance and not stereo-type them as skinny, preppy, blonde bitches.
COMPARISSON ESSAY 2
Ever had a sister, cousin, or even a best friend who acted just like you? The way you look, smile, your eyes, and everything that makes up your personality or attitude is just like someone else’s. My sister and I are about 5 years apart, she is 12 and I am 17. Morgan and I have so many things in common like our looks, attitude, activities that we like and a lot of other things that would take too long to list.
“Oh my god, you look just like your sister” gets old when you hear it almost every day. Ever since I can remember we have always looked like little twins. When I was about 7 and she was about 2 or 3 we use to dress alike, wear our hair alike, and everything. There is this picture that was taken where you wouldn’t have even guessed that we weren’t twins. Everything was the same. Our facial features were the same, hair color and even hair style was the same. It’s pretty crazy. Morgan’s facial features and mine are just alike. Our eyes, lips, face shape, smile and everything else that makes up a face is the exact same. Our eyes are brown, our lips are a pinkish color, our face is roundish, our smile is beautiful, and everything else is the exact same. Our skin color is tan but not too tan. Although we look alike, doesn’t mean there isn’t other things that we have that is just alike.
Attitude is a big thing that makes up who we are. We both have crappy attitudes when we want to, but we also have great attitude when we want to. I remember just becoming a teenager and I had the worst attitude any one could ever believe. I was literally a little bitch to my family. I would come home throw my stuff in my room and lock myself right up inside my room and not let anyone come in my room nor would I talk to them. I had the attitude where if something didn’t go my own way, well it was pretty much hell. It was horrible. I did have a great attitude at times though. I would have a laughing, giggling smiling attitude, especially when something was going my way. At these times I would come out of my room and actually sit down and talk with my family instead of being locked right up in my room. The worst part is Morgan has that same attitude. She is going to be a “teenager” in January and she has that attitude that I had. She thinks that she’s all that. Can you guess what she does when she gets home? Well, let me tell you. She walks through the door and slams it shut. She then continues to walk into her room and she throws her things down on her floor, slams the door and locks her self up inside until dinner time. She does the same exact thing that I use to do. She won’t talk to anyone or even let them in her room and if you do happen to go in she has a head fit. She and I definitely have that attitude where we can be little bitches. Believe or not she does have a good side to her, just like I do. When she’s in a good mood and has a great attitude she is all smileys, giggly and laughs non stop. It’s nice because you don’t have to listen to her yell and have a shitty attitude. She will come out and actually talk to all of us without saying “why, and yes Mom or yes Dad!” and than you would usually hear her slam the door. She actually sits down with us, and talks. She isn’t locked up in her room talking on the phone, texting or on the computer. It’s nice. I feel bad sometimes that she and I attitudes are alike because when we are both in crappy moods our parents have one of the worst days. I swear they want to just rip our hair right out of our heads.
Not only do we look alike, or have the same attitudes but we also enjoy doing the same things. We are always doing something whether it’s being outside or playing sports. I enjoy a lot of things out side and she enjoys the same things. During the summer I enjoy swimming, fishing, four wheeling, lying out in the sun, running around doing crazy things and so doesn’t she. You never usually find neither of us inside. We are always out doing things. During the fall time we are out hunting with our Dad or mudding. When I had my 4 wheeler I always use to go find the biggest mud hole to get buried in. She and I would walk back down to the house covered in mud, head to toe. It was crazy. Winter time we are always outside doing things together. We both love the snow. We are always riding snowmobiles, sledding, building snowman’s, having snowball fights. Pretty much whatever you can do outside in the winter time, we are doing it. It’s probably my favorite time of the year, and Morgan’s too. Not only do we love the different seasons but we enjoy the same sports like field hockey, football, hockey, cheering, basketball and all the other fun sports that are out there. I use to play field hockey in Junior High, and when Morgan got up there she fell in love with the sport. The same thing goes for cheering, but I have cheered right up through from Junior High to my senior year in High School. We both also use to play basketball through Rec. I know I enjoyed that, and so did she. We never played hockey nor football but we both enjoy watching it on TV or even just playing with our cousins during the summertime or fall time. It’s good times. We just love being active and doing things at all times.
I never really thought that Morgan and I would be the same because starting off it seemed like we were two totally different people, but come to find out we are the same. We like a lot of the same things, our attitudes are exactly the same, and the activities we like to do are exactly the same. It’s pretty crazy.
“Oh my god, you look just like your sister” gets old when you hear it almost every day. Ever since I can remember we have always looked like little twins. When I was about 7 and she was about 2 or 3 we use to dress alike, wear our hair alike, and everything. There is this picture that was taken where you wouldn’t have even guessed that we weren’t twins. Everything was the same. Our facial features were the same, hair color and even hair style was the same. It’s pretty crazy. Morgan’s facial features and mine are just alike. Our eyes, lips, face shape, smile and everything else that makes up a face is the exact same. Our eyes are brown, our lips are a pinkish color, our face is roundish, our smile is beautiful, and everything else is the exact same. Our skin color is tan but not too tan. Although we look alike, doesn’t mean there isn’t other things that we have that is just alike.
Attitude is a big thing that makes up who we are. We both have crappy attitudes when we want to, but we also have great attitude when we want to. I remember just becoming a teenager and I had the worst attitude any one could ever believe. I was literally a little bitch to my family. I would come home throw my stuff in my room and lock myself right up inside my room and not let anyone come in my room nor would I talk to them. I had the attitude where if something didn’t go my own way, well it was pretty much hell. It was horrible. I did have a great attitude at times though. I would have a laughing, giggling smiling attitude, especially when something was going my way. At these times I would come out of my room and actually sit down and talk with my family instead of being locked right up in my room. The worst part is Morgan has that same attitude. She is going to be a “teenager” in January and she has that attitude that I had. She thinks that she’s all that. Can you guess what she does when she gets home? Well, let me tell you. She walks through the door and slams it shut. She then continues to walk into her room and she throws her things down on her floor, slams the door and locks her self up inside until dinner time. She does the same exact thing that I use to do. She won’t talk to anyone or even let them in her room and if you do happen to go in she has a head fit. She and I definitely have that attitude where we can be little bitches. Believe or not she does have a good side to her, just like I do. When she’s in a good mood and has a great attitude she is all smileys, giggly and laughs non stop. It’s nice because you don’t have to listen to her yell and have a shitty attitude. She will come out and actually talk to all of us without saying “why, and yes Mom or yes Dad!” and than you would usually hear her slam the door. She actually sits down with us, and talks. She isn’t locked up in her room talking on the phone, texting or on the computer. It’s nice. I feel bad sometimes that she and I attitudes are alike because when we are both in crappy moods our parents have one of the worst days. I swear they want to just rip our hair right out of our heads.
Not only do we look alike, or have the same attitudes but we also enjoy doing the same things. We are always doing something whether it’s being outside or playing sports. I enjoy a lot of things out side and she enjoys the same things. During the summer I enjoy swimming, fishing, four wheeling, lying out in the sun, running around doing crazy things and so doesn’t she. You never usually find neither of us inside. We are always out doing things. During the fall time we are out hunting with our Dad or mudding. When I had my 4 wheeler I always use to go find the biggest mud hole to get buried in. She and I would walk back down to the house covered in mud, head to toe. It was crazy. Winter time we are always outside doing things together. We both love the snow. We are always riding snowmobiles, sledding, building snowman’s, having snowball fights. Pretty much whatever you can do outside in the winter time, we are doing it. It’s probably my favorite time of the year, and Morgan’s too. Not only do we love the different seasons but we enjoy the same sports like field hockey, football, hockey, cheering, basketball and all the other fun sports that are out there. I use to play field hockey in Junior High, and when Morgan got up there she fell in love with the sport. The same thing goes for cheering, but I have cheered right up through from Junior High to my senior year in High School. We both also use to play basketball through Rec. I know I enjoyed that, and so did she. We never played hockey nor football but we both enjoy watching it on TV or even just playing with our cousins during the summertime or fall time. It’s good times. We just love being active and doing things at all times.
I never really thought that Morgan and I would be the same because starting off it seemed like we were two totally different people, but come to find out we are the same. We like a lot of the same things, our attitudes are exactly the same, and the activities we like to do are exactly the same. It’s pretty crazy.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Practice Final! Essay #9
Love Sucks!
Growing up and becoming a teenager is one of the worst times in life. It’s fun at first because you get to actually grow up and do things that you can’t do when you’re younger, but in reality it sucks. I was excited to grow up and be able to date and do all the fun things that go along with falling in love. Once I got there though it became a disaster, and I learnt a lot of hard truths that I never thought I would ever learn or accept.
Going into high school as a freshman and not knowing anyone was like fresh meat to a dinosaur. I was young, shy, and gullible. When you’re fifteen and somebody tells you that they love you, you believe it. Me being fifteen and all, and being shy I totally fell for the big ole “L” word, it was one of the worst mistakes I ever did. There was this boy who I was totally head over heals for. He was everything that a girl my age could ever want. He was amazing and hot, I thought he was nice and caring, and actually cared about me, but in the end I found out that is not what he cared about. All he wanted was the thing that rude, ignorant, stupid boys want.
It was April and I met this boy out to the Chester pits. He was a dirt biking dude, and I thought it was totally hot. We hung out for a while and he acted like he cared about me and he was super nice. After a couple of weeks we ended up becoming a couple. I was that happy stupid girl who didn’t want to mess anything up, so I did exactly what I shouldn’t have done. At first we had a lot of fun together, everything was great. I had everything that I exactly wanted, ad least I thought I did. In the beginning we got along great, he was nice, and I was in paradise. He always wanted to be with me, and there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Our relationship was amazing. We laughed together, cried together, and did everything together. But something ended up happening, and everything that we knew completely changed.
One day I can remember just everything changing. He was turning to out to be a complete asshole. I couldn’t do anything right in his eyes. He would call me fat all the time, and a lot of other ignorant names. I didn’t pay any attention to it, because I didn’t want to loose him because he was my first love. I let him say anything that he wanted to say to me, just because he had me convinced that I needed him. He would make up stupid things that he would supposable hear from others, but truthfully everything he said never happened. He lied all the time, and would say “Someone I know saw you with another guy.” When I told him that it wasn’t true he would yell at me and call me a whore. I stopped caring and let him believe what he wanted to believe. I knew that the time for us to break up was coming up, because I was getting tired of being treated like shit. Towards the end of it, I purposely started fights with him just so maybe he would just break up with me, but he wouldn’t. I did things that he didn’t want me to, so I could try to make him mad, but that didn’t work either. I ended up finally getting the nerve to break up with him, and when I did, oh boy it wasn’t pretty. He yelled and screamed at me for the longest time. He’d keep calling me until I would finally pick up, and sit there and say shit just to make me cry. It was ridiculous.
I can remember when I was hanging out with one of my friends and he came down and told me I was leaving with him. I thought that maybe him and I could talk and try to work things out, but the first thing that he said to me when I got in the car was “you’re a whore.” I knew that nothing was ever going to get better. I cried all the time with and without him because I just didn’t know what to do. I was young and didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. My parents and friends told me in the beginning how he looked to be, but I just thought that they were saying that because they didn’t want me to be happy. I ended up learning the truth about him, and having the worst relationship. I was afraid to love again for the longest time, and was so afraid of getting my heart broken.
I eventually found someone who treated me like I should be treated. It took me along time to figure out how that other guy was, but I eventually learnt the truth the hard way. I also learnt that my parents and friends weren’t trying to make me unhappy; they were trying to protect me so I wouldn’t get my heart broken. Loved sucked at that time, until I met someone last year; who isn’t a dick to me. He has taught me so many things, and we are going to be starting a life together. Having to learn the truth the hard way sucked, but it lead me to right where I needed to be, with him.
Growing up and becoming a teenager is one of the worst times in life. It’s fun at first because you get to actually grow up and do things that you can’t do when you’re younger, but in reality it sucks. I was excited to grow up and be able to date and do all the fun things that go along with falling in love. Once I got there though it became a disaster, and I learnt a lot of hard truths that I never thought I would ever learn or accept.
Going into high school as a freshman and not knowing anyone was like fresh meat to a dinosaur. I was young, shy, and gullible. When you’re fifteen and somebody tells you that they love you, you believe it. Me being fifteen and all, and being shy I totally fell for the big ole “L” word, it was one of the worst mistakes I ever did. There was this boy who I was totally head over heals for. He was everything that a girl my age could ever want. He was amazing and hot, I thought he was nice and caring, and actually cared about me, but in the end I found out that is not what he cared about. All he wanted was the thing that rude, ignorant, stupid boys want.
It was April and I met this boy out to the Chester pits. He was a dirt biking dude, and I thought it was totally hot. We hung out for a while and he acted like he cared about me and he was super nice. After a couple of weeks we ended up becoming a couple. I was that happy stupid girl who didn’t want to mess anything up, so I did exactly what I shouldn’t have done. At first we had a lot of fun together, everything was great. I had everything that I exactly wanted, ad least I thought I did. In the beginning we got along great, he was nice, and I was in paradise. He always wanted to be with me, and there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Our relationship was amazing. We laughed together, cried together, and did everything together. But something ended up happening, and everything that we knew completely changed.
One day I can remember just everything changing. He was turning to out to be a complete asshole. I couldn’t do anything right in his eyes. He would call me fat all the time, and a lot of other ignorant names. I didn’t pay any attention to it, because I didn’t want to loose him because he was my first love. I let him say anything that he wanted to say to me, just because he had me convinced that I needed him. He would make up stupid things that he would supposable hear from others, but truthfully everything he said never happened. He lied all the time, and would say “Someone I know saw you with another guy.” When I told him that it wasn’t true he would yell at me and call me a whore. I stopped caring and let him believe what he wanted to believe. I knew that the time for us to break up was coming up, because I was getting tired of being treated like shit. Towards the end of it, I purposely started fights with him just so maybe he would just break up with me, but he wouldn’t. I did things that he didn’t want me to, so I could try to make him mad, but that didn’t work either. I ended up finally getting the nerve to break up with him, and when I did, oh boy it wasn’t pretty. He yelled and screamed at me for the longest time. He’d keep calling me until I would finally pick up, and sit there and say shit just to make me cry. It was ridiculous.
I can remember when I was hanging out with one of my friends and he came down and told me I was leaving with him. I thought that maybe him and I could talk and try to work things out, but the first thing that he said to me when I got in the car was “you’re a whore.” I knew that nothing was ever going to get better. I cried all the time with and without him because I just didn’t know what to do. I was young and didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. My parents and friends told me in the beginning how he looked to be, but I just thought that they were saying that because they didn’t want me to be happy. I ended up learning the truth about him, and having the worst relationship. I was afraid to love again for the longest time, and was so afraid of getting my heart broken.
I eventually found someone who treated me like I should be treated. It took me along time to figure out how that other guy was, but I eventually learnt the truth the hard way. I also learnt that my parents and friends weren’t trying to make me unhappy; they were trying to protect me so I wouldn’t get my heart broken. Loved sucked at that time, until I met someone last year; who isn’t a dick to me. He has taught me so many things, and we are going to be starting a life together. Having to learn the truth the hard way sucked, but it lead me to right where I needed to be, with him.
Comparison Essay
Love and the seasons of the year are alike in so many ways. I’m sure we have all had relationships that have changed like the seasons chanage. We have had dark scary gloomy fights, bright sunny happy times, those windy emotion destroying times, and just the times where we cry like the rain is coming down. Love and the seasons are nowhere near the same issue what so ever, but they have a lot in common.
Summertime is made up of love, memories and all those great wonderful things that you can’t find any other time. Summertime is when the sun is shinning, the skies are blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and nothing seems to go wrong. The beginning of a relationship is just like this. The times are sunny, the love is clear, everything is clear and fun. You create a lot of memories, and the love will either go on till next summertime or it will end forever at the very moment when the sun goes away, the ski become cloudy, and everything turns dark and cold. The memories last, but will eventually fade like the sun does when it goes down at night, and the cold heart breaking moments set in.
Fall time is made up of different times. It’s one of the most fun festival times of the year. Fall is the time to show thanks. There are times in relationships where things you never knew about your partner starting falling down at you like leaves falling off trees. Deer run wild, coyotes chase after the deer and bring them down, just like love does. You and your partner runs wild, your love is amazing until someone turns into a coyote and tries to bring you down. They lie and try to tear your love apart like a coyote tears a deer apart. There are parts in relationships where your partner really shows thanks for everything that you have done for you. They tell you how much they mean to you, and make you feel like royalty. There’s that point of course after showing thanks that fights occur, it goes from pretty leaves falling on your head to slipping on black ice. After that things and people you use to know, you may not know anymore. The love that you once shared with someone turned to be all slippery and heart killing.
Winter time is slippery, cold, wet, just like love can get. There’s that point right before your relationship ends where it’s slippery. You can’t say anything to your partner without your eyes getting wet because all you want to do is cry, because you know your love is dying. The relationship gets cold, it’s no longer holding on to each other on chill nights watching movies, and it’s more like being alone watching movies by your self. This part of the relationship when you are breaking up it’s like the person you once knew slipped on black ice and drove into a tree, and all the chemistry and brain waves switched like the season of winter switches to spring. It’s crazy, and sad, but that’s okay sometimes, because you learn who’s there for you for life, like you family is.
It’s crazy how relationship and love changes like the seasons. There’s different parts of relationships that can be compared to seasons. The summertime is the memory making time, the fall time is where you find out things that you never knew, and the winter time is that season where everything turns to be slippery and everything goes bye-bye.
Summertime is made up of love, memories and all those great wonderful things that you can’t find any other time. Summertime is when the sun is shinning, the skies are blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and nothing seems to go wrong. The beginning of a relationship is just like this. The times are sunny, the love is clear, everything is clear and fun. You create a lot of memories, and the love will either go on till next summertime or it will end forever at the very moment when the sun goes away, the ski become cloudy, and everything turns dark and cold. The memories last, but will eventually fade like the sun does when it goes down at night, and the cold heart breaking moments set in.
Fall time is made up of different times. It’s one of the most fun festival times of the year. Fall is the time to show thanks. There are times in relationships where things you never knew about your partner starting falling down at you like leaves falling off trees. Deer run wild, coyotes chase after the deer and bring them down, just like love does. You and your partner runs wild, your love is amazing until someone turns into a coyote and tries to bring you down. They lie and try to tear your love apart like a coyote tears a deer apart. There are parts in relationships where your partner really shows thanks for everything that you have done for you. They tell you how much they mean to you, and make you feel like royalty. There’s that point of course after showing thanks that fights occur, it goes from pretty leaves falling on your head to slipping on black ice. After that things and people you use to know, you may not know anymore. The love that you once shared with someone turned to be all slippery and heart killing.
Winter time is slippery, cold, wet, just like love can get. There’s that point right before your relationship ends where it’s slippery. You can’t say anything to your partner without your eyes getting wet because all you want to do is cry, because you know your love is dying. The relationship gets cold, it’s no longer holding on to each other on chill nights watching movies, and it’s more like being alone watching movies by your self. This part of the relationship when you are breaking up it’s like the person you once knew slipped on black ice and drove into a tree, and all the chemistry and brain waves switched like the season of winter switches to spring. It’s crazy, and sad, but that’s okay sometimes, because you learn who’s there for you for life, like you family is.
It’s crazy how relationship and love changes like the seasons. There’s different parts of relationships that can be compared to seasons. The summertime is the memory making time, the fall time is where you find out things that you never knew, and the winter time is that season where everything turns to be slippery and everything goes bye-bye.
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