Preview

Life's Up's and Down's

Good Essays
Open Document
Open Document
1099 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Life's Up's and Down's
Austin Aufdenberg
Mrs. Pylate
LA3
October 19, 2010
Life’s Up’s and Down’s “Dude Jason I think that was a cop back there”. My friend Jason and I where flying down the highway on our way back from a show at the 4-H building it was midnight and we had been dancing and moshing for five hours straight. Both of us still feeling the agonizing pain in our necks, but we had five minutes to get to our friend Eric’s house where we were staying before his mom locked us out, so we pushed it to 90 mph on the highway passing Wal-Mart hoping not to see any cops along the way. And just as we were passing Dairy Queen in my rearview mirror I see a cop and think just great. So I tell Jason and he whips the car down a back road. Hoping that we can get away wee drift around mostly every turn, and slide into our friends driveway turn the car off and run inside just in time before getting locked out. Having friends and not feeling insecure about life has really helped me get along better through life and not have to worry so much about everything. I used to be small and insecure, but I became taller and more confident and learned to speak my mind which allowed me to make friends. When I was younger I was small and insecure about what to do. It showed all throughout elementary and through middle school. When I was in elementary everyone would look at me differently and kids would point and laugh sometimes and it was a really bad time growing up. I can remember one day back in second grade, I decided to play kickball at lunch and it was my turn to kick, so I get up to kick and the kid rolling to me decide to roll it fast so I will miss and I did, but I don’t say anything to the kid I just get ready for the next one he does it again, so out of pure anger I storm out to where he was ready to punch him and one of his buddies out of nowhere comes running from first and knocks me down and the kid jumps on me and punches me right in the nose not noticing the blood running down my face I

You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Good Essays

    Well, as fate would have it, Nick ran into me. The momentum he had on impact, caused me to fall forward, right into a brick wall. I remember the pain running through my arms and face, but nothing hurt as badly as my lip. My first grade teacher came out, and she helped me to the nurse. The nurse called my mother, and told her that I had to go to the hospital. Before my mother got to the school, although she was driving pretty fast, I got to look in the mirror. My upper lip was split open, and did not look pretty. It was bleeding excessively when my mother got to the school. She quickly got me into the car, and we drove off.…

    • 555 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Powerful Essays

    Ponyboy Monologue

    • 1751 Words
    • 8 Pages

    I aimed for the smallest Soc's nose, and when I made contact blood poured out in a steady stream of red as he cursed. He looked to be about fourteen, while the rest were at least seniors, so that got him distracted for a minute. Before I could throw another punch I felt a knee in my stomach and I thought I might puke. When I leaned forward with my hand on my stomach, I felt hits all over the back of my head and my head face. I tried to block, but I was getting real dizzy.…

    • 1751 Words
    • 8 Pages
    Powerful Essays
  • Good Essays

    It’s all about carefully rotating the lead vehicle. But hiding a train of undercover cop cars down a narrow residential street, now that is challenging. We carefully followed Dashawn’s Nissan from Interstate 40 to Briley Parkway, toward North Nashville. “Air one”, a Nashville Police Helicopter, flew high overhead, assisting us with surveillance. Two Tennessee Highway Patrol marked vehicles followed at a distance, so as not to alarm Dashawn. I could feel my heart begin to race as I carefully donned my tactical raid vest and gun belt; which is no easy task when you’re 6’4 and in a tiny, moving vehicle. There were about ten undercover vehicles following Dashawn’s X-terra, even I had a hard time discerning the police from everyday traffic on Briley Parkway. As the X-terra neared Dashawn’s residence, Dashawn became aware of the abnormal amount of vehicles following closely behind him. In the Mustang, Matt and I were right behind the X-terra. I drew my service pistol from my thigh holster and cracked the passenger side door, waiting for Dashawn’s Nissan to come to a stop. The Nissan turned left into the driveway and came to a stop, I jumped out of the mustang, my Glock trained on the driver’s side of the vehicle, and yelled “POLICE” as loud as I could. The Nissan quickly accelerated out of the driveway, with nowhere to go but through the yards, in the direction of police…

    • 1136 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    At age 7 I was sent to boarding school. We weren’t given much food while we were there, so we had to steal food from the other kids. We weren’t punished for this but if we were caught while stealing then we would be punished.…

    • 500 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    -I was once a victim of bullying. I felt as if it was because I was always…

    • 393 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    In the past, the issue with me was fighting. I would think just fight. When people would say I was a b***h I would hit them. I would say get the f**k out my face. In the future, I’m going to think about walking away. I’m going to walk away. I plan to tell a teacher and let them handle the situation. If I allow the adults to handle to situation then I will not get in trouble.…

    • 275 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    One time when I was 7, and I was getting my physical done. They told me that I had to get a booster shot, I started to freak out and and cry. They had to hold me down for me to get my shot. The shot didn’t hurt at all, I didn’t feel a thing. I felt embarrassed that I acted like that and the shot didn’t even hurt. I was screaming like a baby and kicking to get away from the needle.…

    • 322 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Memoir

    • 519 Words
    • 3 Pages

    As my teen years started to come the more accomplishments I achieved the more angry I got because I wanted that father and son bond time. It started to affect me a lot I started to think different in school, lashing out at people for nothing so of course people started to notice the difference in me. Then people started offering me help and some I didn’t even know so then I stopped talking a lot and one day me and my mom had a disagreement about a box of cereal and then my body just let go and I snapped. It was like I couldn’t control myself I was letting so much out over something so small and once I cooled down I sat down and thought about it and I thought to myself I can’t live like this. So I ask my mom for some changes so now I live with a full figure family a little bother a little sister…

    • 519 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
  • Good Essays

    My “friends” would call me an ugly bitch so much that started to believe it. Then we moved to new town and I was so excited to start again, I was really welcomed with open arms by an amazing community of friends still to this day. I was the new girl and everyone was telling me how pretty I was, I embraced every symbol. One day, I was point on the spot by a teacher and I didn’t know the answer, everyone was talking at me and words just wouldn’t escape my lips. A boy in my class went and told all of his friends “She might be pretty, but ain’t real bright.”…

    • 428 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    There is always a good outcome from a bad experience because we learn from our mistakes and makes us who we are. As a young child I had a bad experience at school I was bullied and though there was nothing to do about it. In the way I learn to stand up for myself and believe I can do anything. Even though I was very shy that I did not like talking to other people from that bad experience I found a new friend that help me open up to other.…

    • 637 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    The first time in my life that I ever experienced true anger and fear was in the sixth grade. A little before Thanksgiving Break, I was diagnosed with malignant melanoma, a type of skin cancer, in my lower back. I had a mole there that was removed earlier that year, and the test results on it had come back positive. I did not find out until later, but when my mom sat me down across from her to talk, I knew something was wrong. It was then that she told me what was going on, and I broke down in tears. I had never experienced fear such as I did then.…

    • 671 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Sixth grade, the first year in the new middle school building. It was about the third week into school and a teacher came up to me and asked me to watch over this kid named Justin. (He was different from everyone else, he had a birth-defect.) I said sure, why not, he seems to be nice. He only had one friend, and that one friend I wouldn't say was a good one. Later that week I was called into the disciplinarian's office, her name was Mrs. Landry. She was the seventh grade Social Studies teacher. So wanted me to tell her everything that happened, I didn't what to tell her,…

    • 699 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    When I was in sixth grade, a guest came to speak to the entire class about middle school sports. During a question and answer session I asked if it was possible to run cross country and play basketball, a kid yelled across the gym “Why ask you’re too fat to play sports” and the whole gym burst into laughter, I was humiliated. Embarrassed beyond belief, tormented by others, and battling my own demons from generalized anxiety disorder, my problems were epitomized.…

    • 824 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    Seeing my sister come home with a black eye brought back bad memories from my childhood to me. As I was growing up I went to a small town school named Spearsville High School with around two-hundred and ten children from pre-school to twelfth grade, every day I was picked, spit, and beat on. No one realized how others were doing on to me, they only realized and saw the things I was doing on to them. We had no security, no rules that stuck down and had consequences that mattered, everyone there came and did as they pleased. I am not the only child that has been bullied; it happens to everyone.…

    • 644 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
  • Good Essays

    I would like to share my first experience with a bully; this event helped make me the man I am today. It also shaped my thoughts on my career choices. This one event led me to learn martial arts and with this discipline I became a more mature person. I first experienced bullying in daycare. Another child would often throw toys at me or hit me on the head when I was minding my own business. One day I decided to stand up for myself, and when he tried to hit me I threw a hotdog at him. He pushed me to the ground and started to hit me. All the other kids were laughing at me because I had gotten beat up by a younger child. Mrs. Kim, the owner of the daycare came over and took us both to her office. When we got there she talked…

    • 873 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays