A Personal Essay : My Favorite Place

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

Airplanes. Window seats. Wilderness. Just a few of my favorite things, Melanie thought quietly to herself while flying over Canada. Staring out the window, gazing at snow-covered mountains that looked like they were peeking into the clouds, she tried to remember how long it had been since she last saw Connor, her older brother. When she was younger, they were close but their bond had faded out as Connor was constantly moving, never able to settle down. The last time she saw her brother was almost three years ago when they spent the day hiking in the Delaware Water Gap. Being surrounded by the wilderness seemed to be one of the things that always united them. Recently, as a high school senior, she moved from Arizona to Louisiana. Meanwhile,

I am sitting in my family’s living room, idly. Something that is a rarity for me now. There are not many thoughts going through my head, in stark contrast to nowadays. I am arguing with my older brother to switch the channel to something relatively interesting and, more importantly, something my siblings and I can collectively agree upon, without having our parents to tell us to keep quiet. We eventually come to an agreement, a reluctant one, due to our older brother using the role of the eldest sibling to his advantage, on the science channel. It is showing a documentary of sorts on the expanding vastness of space being discovered due to ever improving technology.

When we finally made it into Kansas, I felt joyous instead of dismal because I missed the familiar buildings and roads there. No place is like home, I finally learned that. We kept on heading back to Gardner and when we finally did, I went over to a friend's house and we hung out and had fun and ran around. Then when I got home from my friend’s house, I started packing up my room. Then a week later I moved to Shawnee. That was my trip to

Ainsley’s lake house has become something that we look forward to every summer. After middle school, she went away to a boarding school in Massachusetts, and the three of us barely ever get to see each other anymore. Usually it would seem like a bad idea to spend nine days straight with your best friends, but it didn’t cause any problems for us; quite the opposite, actually. We are all still such great friends, and the fact that we were together for so long non-stop, made for some really great memories.

The Continued Persistance of Nostalgia This persistence of living in the past is quite visible to the reader as we progress through the story. After the family had embarked on their vacation road trip it was not long until the Grandmother had begun to speak about landmarks they were passing as well as scenes that she would like to paint. While the children were rather unamused by their grandmothers recanting of the past, the Grandmother was living in only her memory this is further reflected with how excited the Grandmother seems when passing an old family graveyard. “They passed a large cotton field with five or fix graves fenced in the middle of it, like a small island.

I found Henry David Thoreau?s ?Where I Lived, and What I Lived For? made a very convincing argument. He has many examples to support his beliefs. Thoreau stresses the importance and value of living the simplest life nature affords, which I believe is as important now as it was in his day.

There is no doubt that there are many different morals found in cross country runners, but the two morals that I learned about and developed during my time in cross country is work ethic and leadership. There was no end to the lessons I learned and the progress I made in four years of cross country. Those are the lessons that stick with me and will continue to shape me as I go through life.

“If you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” No one could have said it better than J.R.R. Tolkien. Often, I get “swept off” to a place called my bedroom where I read too many books too many times. I read stories of adventure in hopes that one day a wizard in a gray hat will show up at my home and tell me I am needed for the company burglar. Or maybe I find a droid. Maybe this droid contains an important message that must be delivered to someone so I have to take him to that someone. I do realize life is not an action-packed adventure like those books portray. However, life is an adventure in itself, just not one filled with mythical creatures and people. When I read, I lose track of time

One cold sunny weekend in February of 2014 in Madison, MS the Saint Stanislaus boys just arrived to the hotel where they would stay for the night before the big game. All was good the night before we ate and later went to sleep. We all woke up around eight in the morning and had breakfast. We left for the fields around twelve because the game was at two in the evening.

When it comes to religion I have always felt like an outsider looking in. I grew up as a ‘relaxed Catholic’, going to religion classes, getting my Reconciliation, my Communion, and my Confirmation, but all the while I had my doubts about the things being told to me. People would tell me that I have to believe that in order to save yourself, I must believe explicitly that God existed and that he rewards the good and punishes the wicked. The idea that the whole world was created and that I must believe in this perplex idea of a poor man who walked on water, cured blindness, rose from the dead, and was for some reason white even though he was born in Bethlehem (which is in modern day Palestine) was something that caused me to push away from religion totally.

Abigail Lewandowski-This weekend for mother’s day I am going to my grandma’s house. On Saturday we are uncovering the pool so we can go swimming. We are also Having a big bonfire with my family. On Sunday we will go to church. Then we go back to my grandma’s house. We give gifts to my mom my aunt and my grandma. Then it turns into a work day. Even though it’s mother’s day we still work because my grandpa want’s to get things out for summer. He’s more of the go go go type he can’t just sit around. Then we get the paddle boat out so we can go fishing in the pound. We also ride four wheelers and the side by side. Next we go to my great-grandma’s to mow the lawn and weed whip the yard. Even though the weekend is mostly working we still

As each day of summer was flying by, I got so excited to work on my summer agenda. My family and I had so many things planned out. I got to choose where to go. I wanted to choose somewhere I could enjoy my time with my family. A congregating time for my family and consuming so much time so that it was a family wholeness

The Popular Squad, The Bookworms, The Nerds, The Sporty ones, The Quiet ones,The Loud ones, The Insiders, and The Outsiders. Where do I belong? Do I even belong any where? Thats my question is there an answer? I never pictured myself to be an Outsider. Is it really bad to be on the Outside? I've always pictured myself as an insider, I wonder what its like to be on the Outside.

While walking from class yesterday, I saw something. I noticed there was a group of individuals setting up a tent, electric keyboard, and a few other things amongst these. It was obvious to me as if there was going to be a local concert in the park. I assumed this would be produced by a group of younger people, but it was led by an older group. To me, this was rather interesting since it was as close as Woodruff Park. This was a close location from to my dorm and right outside the location of my class. Unfortunately, I was not able to stay for the first half of the session, but I was able to return for a short time after leaving my meeting.