The first day of the zombie apocalypse the whole world was consumed and turned into zombies there are some survivors. Day three now I learn how to kill a zombie you can ether stable or shoot them in the head. week three Food storage is running low me and the others will have to move so we can get more food and water to stay alive. Week five two of are men have been infected But it was worth our long trip to survival because we found food and water to stay alive. The first month of the zombie apocalypse me and the others decided to go to the pentagon it will be a long and horrible trip we might lose some more men but its good cost to try to find the cure to the zombie apocalypse.
When I was in Elementary school I attended Rice Elementary in Santa Maria. I heard when you enter Junior High that the people who hang out with you begin to shape who you become later during the year. The thing I was concerned about Junior High was fitting in and having real friends that won’t take my friendship for granted. My first impressions of Tevis were good. I had good vibes about the school and it looked like there was nice people all around. Compared to last year I think this year was much better. There is a lot of fake people though not going to lie.
Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.
The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could
Entering another set of doors, I realize that the dome is a giant auditorium. The line continues down the side and up to the stage, where tables are set up giving the campers information. Once again, I gradually make my way to the stage, as if I was a turtle. Finally, I reach the stage; I walk over to the last table (because of my last name) and receive papers on my itinerary, my dorm room, my council I will be with, and a massive book filled with ideas to bring back home. Leaving the auditorium, I am directed down a hallway, where there are more people crowding the room. Squeezing through the labyrinth, I arrive at another table, and was given a yellow lanyard and a name tag. I sat down at a long table, where I designed my name tag. After many dots and swirls, I finished my name tag and walk out of the dome to my family waiting in the car. I hopped back in, and we drove down the road to Brockman Hall, where I will be staying for the week. Once we grabbed all of my bags, we walk into the residence, where there is a man who gives me my key to my dorm. Climbing up four flights of stairs, I am physically exhausted as if I just ran a marathon. My frail body gives its last effort to reach my door; I swing open the door, and fall onto my bed. I rise up, finally done with my over-exaggeration of being in pain, and I talk to my roommate, Caleb. He is socially awkward and will not make eye contact with me, so we will get along because we won’t talk with
High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance
Many nights during summer vacation and holidays are spent visiting with friends at my friend, Austin Tynes’ house. On this single night of spring break, my fear would rise through the roof. A group of ten people was visiting at Austin’s house, and the group gathering was getting rather boring. It was hot and humid outside because of the early Louisiana Spring time
It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into
As I grew dizzier, I scanned the neverending hallway, watching it stretch into oblivion. The groups gathered in scattered clusters throughout the hall. Chronics, those who would be stuck in this town for the rest of their lives, wore forced smiles and the personalities of people they were not. Acutes were less frequent, they stayed hidden and quiet, hoping to remain unnoticed until their time here was done. The Acutes kept to themselves, but still hid behind a guise as harmful as that of the Chronics, masking any differences to their peers. Steadily balancing myself, I wandered the hall aimlessly, until stumbling upon my class. The fluorescent lights singed my eyes and charred them shut. Sitting, I listened to a record play to the class for
It’s a dark and cloudy day at Salome High School. Not a single living being to be seen, why is that? You see it started out as a normal Monday morning; I was grabbing my breakfast from the lunch lady when she sneezed as loud as a horn on my food. I was appalled and walked away; however, everyone else seemed to enjoy the snot filled waffles. I decide to take a nap in the library until the first bell rang, little did I know it wasn’t going to. I awake to a loud thump outside, I ponder the time I spent sleeping. When I opened up the blinds I was shocked to see all the blood on the window. I know exactly what this is, the zombie apocalypse. You see, scientist have been predicting the apocalypse for a few months now and I’ve been preparing. I grabbed
Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling
I was enrolled in a band class in Rochelle middle school in the eighth grade. It was somewhat in the middle of the year when the elementary students came to visit and get a tour of our school for most of the day. The whole day I saw fifth graders walking up and down the hall with their teachers, peering into the classrooms. Naturally, I was excited to see the new kids exploring my middle school and wanted to impress them with my senior title, which I did. I conversed with some of the kids on my way to different classes and tried to ease them into the idea of going to school here. When the bell rung for band class, all of the band and drama students had to report to the auditorium to give the kids a performance. After all of the performances
I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were
When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,
It’s the end, high school is finally over. It’s finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and I’ve never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I’m not the type to get sad, but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn’t quite fit because of my abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and give them hugs, thanking them for the help they’ve given me. Watching everyone take pictures, crying, talking about their futures, and how “they’ll have to meet up sometime” as if they’re moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn’t know what to do with myself when today actually comes, but I can’t seem to find the emotions. All of them are on the inside and won’t come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone and cry, but I can’t. I don’t have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what we are supposed to be doing, so everyone’s doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and realize this is my final last. I’ve had my last soccer game, I’ve attended my last football game and cheered them onto another loss, and now in