A Text That Lasts Forever Essay

It was a dry summer afternoon before the arrival of fall, and the beginning of a new school year in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. That afternoon few of my friends from Chicago named Marshall, Kevin, Connor and I had been planning to head over to Marshall’s house after school. As the bell sounded at 2:20pm we ran quickly to our lockers, and made it to the buses. All four of us met at Marshall’s house which was tucked in behind the forest preserve along a private road off Quentin road. The conditions were just right for riding around on our dirt bikes and go-karts although at the time 85 degrees was quite warm to us Chicagoans at the end September.

In the biography Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand, a troubled adolescent boy named Louis Zamperini revolves his life around his running career. Starting at such a young age, running had many impacts on Louie’s life. The high demand of training kept Louie distracted from making unintelligent choices he had previously been making. Running changed the young teenager he was and the man he was going to become.

The hot summer day in South Carolina made Lennie wake up, sweating through the cover sheets protecting his bed. Aunt Clara made Lennie bathe, who reeked of sweat and read the old dusty bible that she had lying around. As Lennie kept reading, he found a quote that read “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own” (Matthew 6:34), but Lennie could not solve its meaning. After several hours passed by, Lennie could not take the loud, playful noise from outside and looked desperately out the window, where all the kids were hanging around. The hot air of South Carolina made his body feel like a teapot on the stove. Lennie could not take it anymore and finally cracked open the window,

The overhead speaker that usually chimed, to signal the beginning of School, remains silent. I can only hear the occasional car passing, and a light trickle of rain hitting the roof tops, windows and pavement. The grounds were, as a rule, empty and dark on this day of the week, few of the staff could muster the motivation to come to work, and the students were prohibited from coming. It wasn’t required of them. This weekend however, would be different than the rest. For there had been months of preparation in anticipation for what would occur at 10 o’clock this evening. Whoever won this game would continue to the championship game. I was. I had been kept awake all night by my own nervous excitement, and am starting to feel the effects of the

Summer 2015. The summer of all summer’s had finally arrived. My last one in Carroll County, and I was determined to make it exhilarating. Of course, recollecting all the time’s I had vowed to make each summer the best one yet, I didn’t have much faith in myself. I felt it, though. Something was going to be different. I knew that on August 12th, which was just two short months away, I was going to be walking the halls for the “last-first” time. Scary, right? I mean, for 12 years I had spent every day under micromanagement and all of a sudden, almost as if instantly, reality confronts you.

It was 5:00 A.M. on a clear October morning in the east parking lot of North High School. The sun was just starting to peek out from the horizon, the grayish blue sky splattered with colors of orange and pink and gold. The air was cool and crisp, the kind that bites a bit when the wind blows. The autumn leaves whispered as they blew at my feet. I stood at the ominous door of the charter bus as my classmates began to pile on, my mind filling with thoughts of crescendos and time signatures in 5/4 and 9/8. I took a deep breath and followed the last cello player up the stairs onto the charter bus, her case clunking on each step as we made our way up.

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Introduction: It was just a standard Monday, little did I know my life would never be the same again. I tied my shoes, applied some makeup, got dressed for the day, and drove my black Mazda to school. I blasted my music on the radio to the point where I could feel the bass run through my body. I watched the rain droplets streak across my windscreen. The trees outside howled in the wind, dark heavy clouds filled the sky.

The early morning drizzle was constant, threatening to become actual rain. Della stood on the corner, her blonde hair gradually becoming heavy with droplets, guaranteeing a day of bad frizz. She’d been praying for rain for months, despairing over the ravages of the extended drought in Northern California, worrying about what it meant for the future, and yet she felt irritated that the rain had chosen to come today, the day she had to take public transportation.

The sunrise could have not looked more attractive than it did that morning of the field trip Beecher Prep took. The wheels of the bus shined a reflection onto the street puddles. The kids loud screams filled the air with laughter and joy. The Innocent August Pullman did not know he was out for a surprise on that magical day. They had arrived at their destination and began setting their covers on the grass; preparing for a movie.

It was Saturday, April 22nd, when Danny McArthur and his friend Brandon’s lives would change forever. Or so they thought. Brandon had come over to Danny’s house the previous day. It was a normal day and they had a good time like usual. They went to bed at around midnight in Danny’s room, and before they knew it their lives would be completely different.

On a brisk summer day, I worked tirelessly unloading box after box into my sister’s new dormitory. Her eyes were wide like most times, but on this particular day they seemed to have grown ten times the size then usual, because today marked her first day of freedom. Her first day out of the world she had left behind, and for her, a new adventure pulsing with mystery.

I sit on a scuffed wooden bench in the company of a lone stroller. Charlie is tucked inside, sleeping peacefully. I woke up early this morning for no reason in particular. Perhaps I’m subconsciously still trying to make up for lost time, being with Charlie and soaking up as much sunlight as possible. The entire town had longed for anything but a gray sky since the beginning of winter and today was finally that day. Spring was coming.

“You can pack up now,” declared Mrs. Miller as she ended class on a cheerful spring day. She was relieved class was over; controlling twenty-first-graders on a Friday in spring was a difficult job. Anxiously, I ran to the back of the class, grabbed my spring jacket off of the hook, and threw my guided reading homework into my bright blue backpack. I glided back to my desk and waited for all the kids who were riding the bus to leave. “Looks like your grandfather is picking you up,” stated Mrs. Miller as she read the note that mom wrote that morning. I patiently waited all morning for mom to write, sign, and date the half piece of yellow notebook paper that I placed on the table for her. “Mmmhmmm,” I squeaked back, with a grin on my

One beautiful, sunny spring day in Draper City, my friends and I decided that to slough our school assembly. Assemblies were so terribly boring anyway, I am sure we would have fallen asleep trying to sit through it. Instead, Jon, Riley, and I decided to hop in our friend Kathy’s car and drive up Corner Canyon. The spring flowers had just