Remember I Say, Smile Today At a mere age of ten, seeing trees and mountains pass by through the window of a speeding car. Sitting in the back of the van with the radio blaring and yelling of four other kids. A mix of emotions, happy, sad, excited. We were moving to North Carolina. That was six short years ago. It wasn’t until I turned 15 that I realized, my life is flying by. I had just been in the fifth grade in a very small school. I was excited to explore what else this big world had to offer. I had known I loved the mountains. I was very excited to meet new people and live in a different climate. Over all I loved the idea. At sixteen, now in the Early College, I’ve realized what i’m missing. I’ve realized, I don’t have my older cousins anymore. I left them in Ohio. I don’t have anyone who knows the memories and fun times we had. I had to make all new memories. Suddenly it wasn’t all fun and games. I’ve grown up and so have my …show more content…
All those years ago in Kindergarten when I was six I still remember. I remember the first sleepover at my cousin Eden’s house. I was pacing and wanted to be alone with her and her little sister. She, much larger than I, would comfort me by playing games with me. Now after all those years, I’d want to go over there all the time. Every weekend I was over there. I can remember what we did for fun, when we got our first phones. I miss my cousin.
The first friends I made went to church with me. Then I realized we went to school together also. I liked her, but sadly we split ways also. I went to the Early College, she went to the high school. I enjoyed the days we spent together in middle school. I made more friends and spent the summer with them. Before I knew it, I got a call from my older cousin, saying he was in the Air Force, and was moving to Montana. Tears streamed down my face, for he was an older brother to me. I was going to miss him the
I am a INFP and I have some great things about me. I am very creative and I also seek value and harmony in relationships. I am very energetic and hardworking. I get very dedicated when I work. I am open minded and flexible with things and people. I have a sensitive soul and I am spiritual. I am a natural artist, I think I am a natural artist in lots of thing like drawing. I am a good team player and I love to work with people that need help. I am very egalitarian.
“Woah! Why are you wearing makeup? Do you not think you’re pretty?” My cheeks flushed. I hadn’t been expecting any comments, or for anyone to notice at all, but suddenly the mascara coating my eyes and the pink lipgloss I was wearing felt like a big neon sign saying “look at me.”
Like many people I went through high school with the same group of friends from middle school. We were all extremely close and acted like family. Upon graduating, we all realized that we wouldn’t see each other as much, especially the people that went to LSU, ULL and Emory and even LA Tech. We had lost those close-knits relationships we formed for over 7 years. Many people would be upset over this but it showed me who my real friends were and they are my new-found sisters in the sorority I joined and my best friend from sixth grade.
When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.
Becoming of older age, I began to understand that it’s perfectly fine to be imperfect. The extraordinary person I believed I would never become started off by committing faults and mistakes. Despite the fact that I was treated differently it pushed me toward understanding that I am enough. No matter what obstacles or battles I come across I’ve convinced myself to ignore the negativity surrounding me and converting it to positivity.
After fifteen hours I was ready to get out of the car. I knew we had to be close; I could see the tall beautiful church. That seemed to be one of the only distinct memories I had of this place. My family had been moving around Florida for the past three years of my life. Three years, three cities, and four different schools. This time we were moving to Ohio; my family was very excited about the move they said they were so happy to finally be home, but I had little to no memory of this place being my home.
When I was six years old I moved from Colorado to New Mexico. At the end of my junior year of high school I found out that I was moving back to Colorado. I was full of emotions that made me hate the world. I had thought of every possibility on how to stay in nm and finish high school. At the time I was talking to a girl that I really liked and had a lot of very close friends. I wasn’t the kind of kid to go out and do things with people but during the second half of my junior year I made some friends that I started to do things with. It was as if I had finally made all my friends and found people who I wanted to be around but it was all being taken away from me. One of my brothers still lived in nm and my plan was to stay in nm with him and
It was very hard moving to a new town in the summer of 1996. This event meant having to attend a new middle school and re-establish myself in a new environment. Even though I had moved a couple times before, that did not make this time any easier. I still had to make new friends and ground myself all over again. Yet I had no idea the positive impact this move would have on me.
My family and I had moved over the summer and it was the first time in months since we had the whole family under the same roof. Prior to the official move, my parents lived in Fresno first, while Lillian, Megan, and I finished up school in the Bay, and Tracey was studying at Riverside, so my family was scattered throughout California for a while. Although it's been nice to have the whole family together again, there were moments of loneliness when I remembered I wouldn't see my friends again. We had just graduated high school so I anticipated a summer of crazy memories and spontaneous adventures just one last time with them before we started our new lives. Of course the move ruined summer plans, so my friends have made plans to visit my house to have one last meet up before we all went to college, but they never pulled through since their own lives got in the way. Excitement spread throughout my body as I recognized Nick and Evan since they were my friends by
At the time, I was at Lake middle school, it was almost winter break. I was 14 years old. Joyfully, I am anticipating leaving school for winter break. Obviously I am leaving because we were about to get let out of school. During that moment, I was feeling really excited. I couldn’t wait to get home.
I stared at the sky wondering where time has gone. While my best friend Tiara, her boyfriend Akoni, her cousin Kamakana, and I sit on the side of the road outside of my house I flashback to my childhood. My best friend Tiara Conn has lived across the road from me all of my life. I used to be able to run to her house and ask if she wanted to play and she would do the same. We were so much alike that our houses resembled our tight friendship. Our houses were the same layout and our bedrooms both were both the closest to the master bedroom. Not to mention we both have siblings exactly 2 years younger.
After a long ride, we saw our new home for the first time. It wasn’t luxurious, but to a couple of young children like us it was cool to live on the beach. The changes that lied ahead of us were great. There are many ways in which this new start changed my life. First, no longer did we live in fear. This enabled me to move on. I enrolled in eight grade that year. I felt like had a fresh start. No one knew my business. I could make myself whatever I wanted. My whole personality changed. That year I started at quarterback for junior high and from there everything started to look up. If I was to go into details of all the success I had it would be bragging, so I am just going to say I went from a casualty of a broken home to a respected and important part of High Island High School. In the five years I was there, I had more fun and a more productive life than all the other years put together.
Last year, a very close friend of mine and I lost contact. Anything that we may have shared before seemed to disappear and we are now no longer friends. To be completely honest, it sucked at first. It was one of the most difficult things I had to go through because this person was like a sibling to me. But it has been a year and I have had plenty of time to reflect. In this reflection, I have realized that even though it was hard, it was good for me. It was something that needed to happen, so I could move on and grow up and start a new chapter. I have learned so much more about myself and what I want and how I want to live my life than I ever could have when being friends with this person. And I am here to tell you that in every crappy situation you experience in life, something good will come out of it. It is
Growing up I had a lot of friends through school. We had our own group of about 4-5 people. We hung out every chance we got and back then were really close. Like most childhood friendships we grew apart. I’ve had good friends from my childhood, but not a best friend. It wasn’t until the end of my deployment in Afghanistan that I met a guy who was soon to be my closest best friend. We started talking and realized we had a lot in common. Even when we were 1000 miles away from home, we had a lot of mutual friends and grew up really close to each other. We grew and bonded as close friends with many positive similarities from the relationship rules theory. To be more precise the friendship rule. I’m going to use the friendship rule and
Clara, my Dad, and I are the last ones to arrive because our flight from Chicago was overlaid two hours. I missed Chicago already, the constant buzz of people and the bright lights. Walking up to the house, everything felt the same as it always did. The humidity is choking, making it hard to breathe. The sun is blinding and the temperature is somewhere in the 90’s, as to be expected late July in South Carolina. The lake smells like dead fish. Always, no matter what. We walked up the old, wooden stairs. The light blue paint was chipping off the door, and the door itself looked like it was about to fall of the hinges. Clara let herself in, pulling her lime suitcase behind her. My two little cousins, Reagan and Matthew, immediately saw her and squealed with joy. Everyone loved Clara, her bubbly personality easy to get along with. No one, on the other hand, was ever excited to see me. I was the quiet one, overlooked by