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A true story about a brazilian kid
A true story about a Brazilian schizophrenic kid By Priscila Jaeger LucasIn the third year, we got tired of hearing that we were terrible, we became noisy and when they called us names, we answered: But we are the worst class in the school. I think about how my school life would have been if we were welcomed and respected in our differences, every time I think about the people who taught us and I motivate myself to become a better educator than them. Sometimes you just need to show the student that you care. I sent what I've written so far for my aunt to read and she told me an interesting pa...
"REDECORATE"
TW:// Death and Sickness.Side Note: References to some lyrics by an artist called "Yoe Mase" are prevalent but they are only there for dramatic purpose and not to steal from the artist. Use of the lyrics are completely original. Also I'd like to add that this story was inspired by the Twenty One Pilots song "Redecorate" and so a lot of themes from that song is also prevalent but the use and interpretation of the theme of the song is original.----------------------------------------------------------------"When you hear the bell, bring yourself back, to the breath."Julian opened his eyes as moi...
Hero
Pappy died on a Sunday morning in September, and by Wednesday, Mama’d buried him in the little graveyard on the south side of the property like he’d wanted. Everybody expected it. Pappy’d had the bad kind of cancer; the one that gets you fast and spreads everywhere and then it’s too late. He hung on for a bit, probably for Mama’s sake, but towards the end when Mama stopped fussin’ at him and jumpin’ around the house like a fart in a mitten, he musta felt at peace enough to let go.It’s late Friday night when I finally get here, and I’m greeted with a sinkful of empty casserole pans, a near-emp...
Heartstrings
Isn't it lovely when you can finally reap the rewards of hard work? Isn't it lovely when, after a period of perseverance, discipline, and doing of something mentally or physically exhausting, you can appreciate your efforts as well as yourself? Isn't it lovely to be able to think, "I did this. I am amazing."? They're rhetorical questions, really; of course, it's great to feel proud of yourself. People are so often consumed by self-doubt and loss of sense of purpose that they forget that a passion, a project, or even a person can bring them back to life. There was a time in my liwww.onedoor.ccfe where I was...