I had passed the interview and Math tests for a table games dealer, and was admitted to gaming school. Now you are not paid to attend gaming school, money for beverages, snacks and parking comes out of your own pocket. They had a very strict set of rules about attendance, being half an hour late or leaving half an hour early would earn you half a point. A no show was a full point, as well as arriving more that one hour la...
In my younger days I did not like the type of upbringing I received from my father I thought he was rather too harsh and cruel in the way he dealt with me and the rest of the family. He was a very strict man and only gave us the basic needs and necessities we needed, he offered us not what we wanted but what we needed. He didn't want to raise his children in an ostentatious or extravagant manner and so we had to live a ve...
Sabia First Dance the first day of spring and Sidney was excited for he was going to ask his crush, his girl Sabia to the spring dance. all day long Sidney could not keep his mind on his studies first hour was gym and poor Sidney fell off the rope what a sight and his friends howled for when was the last time you saw a squirrel fall of a rope?? lunch was no better for poor Sidney looking over at Sabia setting with her...
Live or Die I noticed Alex on the last day of her senior year, I knew this would be a life changing day for her, I just had to wait for the events to occur. It was the day they were all waiting for; it had finally come. The last day of high school was among them and they were only 5 minutes away from walking out those doors for the last time as high school students. The clock ticked as each second went by when finally the...
She's so ready for Spring Break, so very ready to have... a week, she thinks, off- off, and away from school, and pressure, and overly emotional moments in one particular classroom. Away from worry, and fear, and pain, and anger, and everything else, everything else that seems to pop up. Maybe she'll stay off the web too, just speak with select people, stay away from everyone else, avoid it all, emotions are a plag...
This story contains mature themes* * *The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening, as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to flare, as discussions had become as hot as the California sunshine. Arguments were heard and heard again with no end in sight. "Look," said the chairman flatly, "we have...
To Write A Story Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush teeth. Skip breakfast. Go to class. Pretend to care. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush, brush, brush those teeth. Feel the pangs of hunger. Ignore them. Get to class late. Sleep. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Can’t sleep. Can never sleep. Monotony. A monotonous affair as stagnant as the Dead Se...
A little bit about this story before you read it. I am currently working on a book of short stories based upon songs written by John Mellancamp -- whose music I adore and whom I consider to be one of the most thoughtful and intelligent song writers ever. This story is based upon his song "Cherry Bomb," which in case you don't know is about someone looking back on their high school days and thinking of all the time that ha...
My Dog Ate It The excuses they are so varied, Why one’s homework is never done. On Mondays it’s easy to say: “On the weekend - we took a vacation.” Teacher said you had enough time “But my puppy had run away. We looked for him into the night.My homework I had to delay.” “It’s not that I hate all the homework. There’s so much, I can’t get it all done. Just too much going on in my day.And homework’s never much fun.” "Now I...
I remember the days when colouring inside the lines was the hardest part of school life, then when it was spelling the simplest word right and everything lies in these tiny little letters. When everything was so simple but seemed so complex. you could be anything you wanted and you could do anything in the world...Now its so different, and everything lies in the same tiny little letters you spent ages trying to shape perf...
Bethanne was bored with school. Sooo bored. She was sitting in history class, convinced all the excitement was going on RIGHT THIS SECOND, outside the school walls. And she wanted to be part of it. She was itching to be part of it. The school walls felt like a prison,and she was being held prisoner against her will. Simply because she was fourteen. That was her only crime. The air in the classroom seemed stale. Suddenly,...
Woke up this morning with back to school blues, Stared at my new uniform and black shiny shoes. Mum screaming, “Are you getting dressed?” “And it’s cold outside so put on a vest” I slouched into the kitchen holding my head, “I can’t go to school mum my heads gone all red. Maybe its typhoid, do you think I could die?” “I doubt it!” she screeched and loosened my tie. I ambled to school and kicked a few stones, Chatted to cl...
I first saw youIn the cafeteriaOn a Monday afternoon.You, a jockAnd me,A wallflower.Our eyes metFor one second..I looked awayAs the headCheerleader snugglesUp to you.From a distance,I saw you Be rude, Crass, obnoxious, And mean.I loved you anyway.Why?I'll never getAcknowledged by you, Or see a Different side of you.I want to talkTo you andAsk you someQuestions.Are the rumors True?Did you rape herAnd brag about it?Did you...
