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Austgust 182000 It is a bright summer morning The sun somehow bleeds through the closed vertical blinds covering my window When I fully regain my senses from being dead to the world for about 8 hours I smell the aroma of breakfast being cooked I must admit thats something that Im not custom to but come to think of it here at my fathers house is there anythng that Im going to be Custom to There was a time that I thought my father was the scum of the earth when I was five years old my grandmother used to tell me things like your daddy is a dead beat or he is a poor excuse for a man Those statements led me to curse anybody that would tell me that I looked acted or smelled anyhere close to him My grandmother was a sweet old god fearing lady with much power throught the community Anyname that needed to be slandered give it to her and shell take care of the rest This time it was different instead of adding feul to the fire she struck the match My grandmother had a tendency to stray away from her beliefs but every word that she would speak was the gopel truth in my eyes and ears To this day I just think she was trying to protect me At the age of seven all thoughts of my father had been pushed to the back burner his name wasnt spoken in my family for about two years Well at least not around me that was still fine with me The less we talked about him the better At this time I was attending the third grade at tomoka elementary I was a prodomitly white school but there were still a few black students there Most of them were from single parent homes like me Everything at this particular time in life had been going fine
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