Reading The Lorax

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

He would come home wasted after weeks of not being home; of me wondering where my father had been all those weeks. Staying up late on school nights just wishing for him to come home and tuck me in bed, to tell me he loved me, to ask me how my day was, or just tell me that he was there to stay. As a first grader it is hard to explain to your friends why they can not come to your house to play just knowing that if he is there that he will be drunk yelling at my mom for nothing. It got to the point to where he would come home after a few days and grab a suitcase and leave to go with his new girlfriend for a few days or even weeks. Right before he would leave I would always have hope that he would tell me where he was going or take me with him. I just wanted a father. My mother always told me that he would be back and to have hope; to always trust in her and that she would always be there for me. She was always my rock when I was younger. Until one day she finally told me what a monster the man I called my dad was. He was an abuser, physically and mentally. She told me the truth about the man that I wished was in my life for so long. He never wanted me. I was the youngest out

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

Media has reached a point that it is too powerful. There are many reasons to support that claim. “In fact,TIME’s dramatic photos were not even from the 1969 fire,which was put out before anyone thought to take a picture. The magazine instead published archival photos from a much bigger fire 17 years earlier, in 1952” (Latson). The picture published was not even a picture taken at that time. TIME lied to us about the picture. This is an example of credible source lying about a certain topic. During the time this story was published, TIME was one of the most credible sources. After reading this article, I no longer trust TIME as I trusted it before. An article or book can be dishonest but it can also be biased. The Lorax written by Dr. Seuss,

“In matters of truth and justice, there is no difference between large and small problems, for issues concerning the treatment of people are all the same (BrainyQuotes.com).” These are poignant words spoken by renowned Theoretical Physicist and Humanitarian, Albert Einstein. As stated by Einstein, problems are problems. This chapter explains very well the nuances and components that make up social problems, from a classroom perspective. This paper will briefly summarize the chapter.

Something in my stomach was telling me I would not see him. I did not tell anyone this though just in case I was wrong. But I was right I always have a way of knowing these things. He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of relief washed over everyone except me. The person at the door was the only policeman in town and Frank the town leader. My mom could not keep it together. It is a hard sight to see when your mom is sad. The person you look up to when you are a kid is crying. That can mess a 6 year old kid up. The time that would take place next went from 0 to 100 so fast. We cremated my dad's body and moved. My mom picked texas because it had good schools. We did not have any family though and sometimes I felt as if that was a bad decision. My mother would not tell me how my dad died until I was 16. Not living without a dad can be hard. When it is at the crucial age of 6. You need a good role model. My brother became my dad if he liked it or not. Everything that happened in my life seemed like a blurr. The fact my dad was dead never really hit me. But it hit me so hard and so fast. It was like a brick wall. I started almost failing my classes, sleeping all the time, eating a lot, not exercising, moping all the time. I still suffer from it today. Back then though I wanted to die. But it is so much better. I learned that I held my mom accountable and my dad for

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

Society is not doing enough to be 100% sure that our world will not run out of trees. Trees are harvested everyday and are turned into a number of different goods. These goods consist of paper, flooring, furniture, and many others. These goods are produced in massive numbers, and think about how many trees it takes up. There is no physical way to keep up with the amount of trees being chopped down by planting others because it takes many years for a single tree to even reach the six foot mark in height.

It’s been 5 years since that night at my grandma’s house in 2012. We went up to my grandma’s cabin around Thanksgiving but something wasn’t right. My dog Birch wasn’t acting right. We went to bed thinking everything was ok, but during the middle of the night, Birch ran away. He was found in the woods near my grandparents house. My dad brought him back into the house and we all went back to sleep. But in the morning, I woke up to find Birch lifeless on the ground. My mother next to him and my dad on the bed. As I walked into the room I tried to hold the tears back but it was too hard. The tears flowed down my face and over my hands as I covered my mouth. Birch was dead. It took a while for this to

I love reading your books, and out of all of your pieces of writing, the book that most inspired me was The Lorax. I was looking for answers on how a town could survive without trees and this book pushed me to look harder. I realized that for our world to have clean air, we need trees or plants to take in the carbon dioxide and produce clean oxygen. I never understood this issue until now. Our world couldn’t possibly survive without clean oxygen. Maybe, Dr. Seuss, you are trying to tell us eventually we will run out of natural resources and we will be forced to find clean oxygen other ways.

It all started one Wednesday evening. I had noticed that my dad was home extra early from work. I could see the troubled look on his face as him and my mother went into the den and shut the door. I did not give it much thought at the time. I swept what curiosity I

The Lorax relates to the Cree proverb image in the lecture material in many ways. The video shows the beautiful environment before the business came in and started using the trees for materials. When the business started booming people moved into the town and as the need for more material increased the trees decreased. This video relates to the proverb because everyone doesn’t want to listen to any advice while they are making money and being successful. But when the resources are gone, and the money is gone many people will finally realize what they had lost. The video and the proverb are both trying to prove a point that money only matters in the short run, and in the long run, the resources matter the most. The Lorax tried to tell the boss

I was born July 18, 2001 at Virginia Baptist Hospital. My mother had just recently turned 17 and my father was a 21 year old with two children already. It was my fourth birthday when he walked out on me and my mom. At first he’d still come around and see me but eventually the visits got shorter and further a part. Now I only see him twice a year, when he takes me to his family reunion and on my birthday, when he takes me to Kings Dominion.

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.