Homecoming - Original Writing : Homecoming Sadness

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

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School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

This time around it was more unconceivable and included all the emotions that come with losing a loved one. I was only 16 years old trying to make it through high school. This is a time when losing a friend doesn't even seem feasible. A good friend of mine died of a drug overdose. I was in denial when I was told of Chino's death. Everything seemed so unreal as if someone was playing a cruel joke on me. His death affected me and the way I looked at friendship. It helped me cherish those around me because I never knew when I would lose someone else who meant so much to me again. A lot of our friends attended his funeral and there were a lot of tears shed. The fear of losing a close friend soon came again. In 2006 at the age of twenty-five one of my first love died due to a road rage incident. The vehicle he was riding in went over a bridge and landed in a body of water. The other two individuals he was with made it out alive, but he lost his fight shortly after arriving to the hospital. I felt so much anger, my emotions were everywhere and unpredictable. Due to some issues we had not talked for a while but had recently reconnected. There were a lot of unspoken words that we never had the chance to share and for the longest time I lived with so much regret for the way things stood between us at his time of death. It has

All I want, and all I have ever wanted, is for people to view me as a leader. Someone you can come to for advice when needed, or one of my best qualities, to make people laugh when they are feeling down on themselves. In September of this year, 2017, I was chosen as one of the candidates for Homecoming King. In October, I was chosen to be the Homecoming King. I could not have been more honored to be a representation of my school. A teacher had seen me working as a student helper in the main office, and just had to tell me, “Kurt, congratulations,” I replied with a gracious thank you. She then went further to tell me, “ It is so nice when good things happen to good people,” replying again with a compassionate thank you. Then, it had become apparent

I feel that homecoming shouldn’t be abolished. Abolishing homecoming would be upsetting to students and former students. The reasons I feel this way is because homecoming could be so much fun, you also get to know more about your school and learning their traditions of the school.

September 10, 2017, was the annual homecoming service at Morgantown First Church of the Nazarene in Morgantown, Kentucky, followed by a fellowship meal. The meal was a combination of store bought foods, simple traditional dishes like macaroni and cheese, and special homemade dishes. Two old ping pong tables that once served as the main food table have

Australians are known for their bravery and mateship. Defending our country at war is a significant part of the Australian identity. Donald Bruce Dawe who was a soldier during the Vietnam War has written about the horrors that these soldiers faced in his poem “Homecoming”. Jeff Cook’s “Grandpa what did you do in the war?” also highlights the struggles associated with being involved in war. This piece was written for the soldiers who returned home and the ones that lost their lives fighting for Australia.

The visual representation of the poem Homecoming, by Bruce Dawe, explores a few of the key themes represented in the poem. These themes include: the depiction of a journey, death, futility of war, sadness and dehumanisation. Which are communicated in the poster through the use of its content, ideas, themes and techniques used. The use of colour sets the tone of the visual representation.

Embracing plastic bags and shouting at a loss that cannot be compensated are the melancholies experiences in life. Lots of mothers pray and wait anxiously at the door to take in their heroes. Afterward suddenly, they lose their hope when seeing the green plastic bags along the floor. The poem “Homecoming” symbolized the young soldiers who have died on the battlefield and subsequently brought home in body bags. The soldiers intensify the sadness in this poem as they perish in a terrible way instead of supplementing their lives while getting old day yet day. In this poem, Dawe explores repetition in “all day, day after day” to emphasize the arrival of a nameless body which is hence different from the heartfelt joy extended to a loved one. The

Throughout the novel “Homecoming,” the effects of the slave trade on the characters are explored. For example, Quey, the son of Effia, feels the pressure of carrying on his father’s slave industry in the midst of struggling with his identities. According to Quey, “he was one of the half-caste children of the Castle, and, like the other half-caste children, he could not fully claim either half of himself, neither his father’s whiteness nor his mother’s blackness. Neither England nor the Gold coast” (Gyasi 55). Quey makes it clear that he struggles to find his place in the world because he could never put an identity on himself. When asked to accept a position in his mother’s village, Quey was not enthusiastic about it because he had

An anti-war poem inspired by the events of the Vietnam War, Homecoming inspires us to think about the victims of the war: not only the soldiers who suffered but also the mortuary workers tagging the bodies and the families of those who died in the fighting. The author, Australian poet Bruce Dawe, wrote the poem in response to a news article describing how, at Californian Oaklands Air /Base, at one end of the airport families were farewelling their sons as they left for Vietnam and at the other end the bodies of dead soldiers were being brought home. Additionally, he wrote in response to a photograph, publishes in Newsweek, of American tanks (termed ‘Grants’ in the poem) piled with the bodies of the dead soldiers as they returned to the

Graduation day arrived and I had butterflies out of this world. It seemed as if I misplaced everything. I could not find my dress. My family came from one state to another. I finally got to the church were the commencement was going to be held. I

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.

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