1. In 2058 I will be at the age of 64. I will be living in the stage of late adulthood and so will my husband. My husband and I have been living on our own for several years now with our children being old enough to leave the home and start their own families. We have recently become grand parents and are finally adjusting to the retirement life. While adjusting to the retired life we have had to deal with concerns over our income and whether or not we will be able to support ourselves and support are family if something was to ever go wrong. Our retirement is not our only money issue, we have concerns over the future and debt we may leave behind to our loved ones when the time comes for us to pass. Leaving our possible debt and money troubles to our loved ones is not an option so looking into life insurance and other policies are on our top priority list. With aging their may come some health problems. Being in late adulthood means that my husband and I are no longer able to keep up with our grand children like we would of been able to do ten or twenty years ago. Staying in the best physical and mentally healthy state possible is important so that we can spend as much time with our grand children and our children while we can. A concern that my husband and I both have would be the thought of one day waking up a realizing that either one of us or both of us are no longer able to take care of ourselves and each other and must take into consideration the option of moving into a senior living home. Making this decision has many pro and cons. With moving into a senior living home there comes the diminished privacy that would be
white boards, markers and erasers for all students
For Recycle Song:
● Copies of “Hey hey, don’t throw it away” song
Project Replication and/or Method
Fill all four trash bags with a mix of items (at least 10)
Obtain whiteboards/expo markers for Trashy Trivia
Have reuse examples ready and displayed (glass bottle vase, monster
feet tissue box, paper flower)
Print out “Hey hey, don't throw it away” copies for students to keep
and complemented her red hair nicely. She had to admit, she really liked the dress but she didn’t dare make a decision like this one without her best friend. “Hey Jessica, do you think this dress looks alright? It’s not too blue or anything?” The red head asked as she turned to model for her best friend. “No it actually looks really great on you, I think Eric is going to love it.” Jessica teased as she gave Ariel a wicked grin and looked at herself in the mirror, deciding on whether she should buy the…
older of the two, was the obedient child. The younger was somewhat rebellious and decided to leave his family with his portion of the family inheritance. He decided to blow all of his money on enjoyable but fleeting things. The decision, though not much explained in the story, had to be difficult. He had to choose between making the loyal, virtuous path or the one that would get him a lot of friends quickly. The younger son chose the road parallel to one of a non-believer. In desperation went back…
name of Rex. His house was next door to mine when I was a kid growing up. Rex was a good bit older than I was. If I had to guess I would say that he was probably in his early to mid-thirties. He was hurt in a car accident when he was nineteen years old, breaking his back in three different places. The accident left him as a paraplegic and confined him to a wheelchair. He had been using the wheelchair for quite a long while. You could tell this by how large his biceps and forearms were. Most everyone…
and backed towards one of the cold cement posts that held the station up. The place was crowded and dark underground and the people pushed and shoved their way through the crowds of business men and ladies wearing long dresses and faux furs. If you bumped into someone, there was not even a need to say sorry, as they would continue walking past you almost like they had somewhere to be with no intention of casually apologizing to you.
I leaned against the post and breathed a heavily sigh. I wanted to…
ello, my name is Joy Opera and i'm going to tell you a story about how ii met
my husband. So i was head back to class i seen a poster that said ~ Ms.Carroll
is looking for 12 students to play basketball for the lincoln heights if you want to
tryout, meet me in the gym at 2:30 ps please bring shorts and a tshirt with
sneakers good luck!~.but as i walk pass I seen a boy who was just standing there
looking at theball.
”are you ok” said joy.
“no,you can't help me you're just a girl” replied aiden…
Ash always looked up at the stars when he was a kid, he lived in a small farm with his mother and father in ohio. The stars shined so bright some days Ash would just lay on the grass looking at the stars wondering
“How did they get there?”
“How is it like to be there?” his questions would be soon answered.
Ash felt like space was his calling he would look up at the stars and it would feel as if the stars are calling him to visit them. The stars always kept him company at…
ONE: The performance is about to begin
TWO: I’m Ju Li.
ONE: And i’m Ashvinnie.
ONE: At this moment we ask that you take a moment to switch off your cellular phones,
TWO: Silence all pagers,
ONE: And turn off that annoying beeping function on digital watches.
TWO: (to ONE) Why do people still wear those annoying things?
ONE: (to TWO) I don’t know.
TWO: Also, if you have any hard candy or cough drops,
ONE: Please, be kind enough to unwrap it before the performance begins.
verses the other but what to choose.
Okay first thought that comes to her is the price. Let’s face it, it is much cheaper to stay at home and rent a DVD or watch a movie on Netflix than it is to go out to the theater. The last time she went to the theater tickets cost her $12.00 at the AMC Fire wheel Theater. She knew she would be thirsty and who could say no to the concession stand when watching the latest flick? Last time she bought a hotdog, popcorn and 2 bottles of water, hey she gets thirsty,…
It’s not High School Anymore
In high school I notice that pretty much anything I turned in was an automatic 90%. When I started college I expected it to be just about the same, but sadly it wasn’t. High school English messed me up so bad that it had me thinking that I was an A1 writer, when really I was beyond less than that. My first college paper was so disappointing, I was pretty much in complete shock about the whole thing. Never had I ever failed a rough draft, I mean come…