Importance Of Triple G's Letter

I am getting ahead of myself. I should start from the very beginning about two years ago. There was me and my three best friends in the entire world Sam and Kat and Jo. We had a group of friends, which we called ‘the group.’ The only thing you need to know about ‘the group’ is that: 1. We were separated into ‘the guys’ and us ‘the girls,’ and 2. Is that we did everything together. Our favorite activity included sleepovers and playing monster pong, our version of beer pong without the alcohol. However, this story is just about the girls of the group.

Sometime along the road, she and I had a miscommunication. It was a typical high school girl spat that could be easily resolved and I knew we had to resolve it. Yet, when I approached that day in the hall and confronted her, her expression grew mortified. I was confused. She tried to speak, but the corner of her mouth began to twitch involuntarily restricting her. Her once lively blue eyes glistened with tears. I comforted her. As she hyperventilated into my embrace, I told her that I would forget about it. I knew that there was more to this though, that this was only the beginning of a long

Hello Ms. Caruso! It’s been a while since I last talked to you. In case you don’t recognize this email address, I’m Cas, also formally known as Arline Bautista. I wanted to write to you to share some recent experiences and also discuss some topics that I feel no one can help me with except for you. I say this partially due to the fact that you made a huge impact on me during my time at University High, but also since you are probably the most well-rounded and educated person I know in my life. I understand that in class we never formed a close relationship as some of my peers did, so this email may seem like it came out of the left field. As already mentioned, I decided to reach out to you as I feel you are the person who can

Mallory, you have helped me so much this year. Last year, I don't think that I got to know you that well. Then when J-term started, I had just got rid of a really toxic person in my life which was really hard. I was really excited that I got the dog training class, but not at the same time because felt nervous because I feel like I really didn't ever get know you or Nissie before then. Over J-term, I talked to you more and got to know you and Nissie, and that really helped me this semester. Because by second semester I felt comfortable around you, and that was weird at first because I never felt like I connected with a teacher at A3. Also over this second semester, you pushed me. Sometimes I felt like you were the only one that believed that

It seemed like a normal day at Majikku High School, it was lunch time and I ate outside with the football team. “Raven, are you excited for the game next week?” asked Nicholas, I opened my lunchbox and nodded. I wanted to tell Nicholas ‘Every game is important to a caption’ but there wasn’t much of a point. The game really wasn’t that important to me, I was going to be a senior next year and I’m more focused on getting a job. Nicholas kept talking about the game, he is probably the most excited about it. There is a total of 15 players on the team. Me, Nicholas, Max, Charlie, Flame, Zane, Aaron, Laurance, Tony, Spencer, Craig, Tyler, Evan, David, and Jonathan are all important to the team. Everyone has there own parts and we act like a huge family, there are always a few fights every now and then but we all get along. After a bit of talking and eating, the bell rang and it was time for everyone to get to class. I stuffed my lunchbox into my backpack and ran to Honors Chemistry. I always saw my class schedule as a game, if I can get to each class before the

Since the kids were a little older, I assumed there would not be many homesick campers, but I was wrong. The first week, a camper named Ben would not go to any activities, which prevented him from making new friends-----the best part about camp. I took opportunities to spend time with him. Ben was feeling a little more homesick than usual and refused to attend any activities. I chose to sit and appreciate, with Ben, the beautiful camp’s rolling hills. As if the cool breeze and trees were medicine, Ben finally agreed to participate. At the woodshop, he taught me his favorite card game--War. While he taught me the game, we made connections. Ben started to communicate, and he seemed to view me as a friend. He spoke of his love for soccer, so I asked the program director to help me organize a soccer activity. I convinced Ben to attend the activity, and he realized that, by involving himself, he was able to experience camp the way it was meant to be. It was rewarding to see a camper go from being absolutely miserable to making friends, smiling, and having fun. As result of my efforts with Ben, I was chosen by the head counselors to be awarded Counselor of the Week out of 34 worthy

I said goodbye to Miss Brandy as I took my leave and let me tell you now I am extremely tired. I can’t wait to just get back into my dormitory and sink into a good book. I will worry about eating food later on. I don’t have an appetite at all. I never really do in all honestly. What time is it? I look down at my watch. 11pm. That leaves me with plenty of time until the next lecture at 1pm. Luckily it is with Miss Brandy again. I am terrified to meet the other tutors, what if they don’t like me the same way as Miss Brandy does? I’m sure it will be fine.

So I declined the offer, thinking that I had dodged a bullet. Instead, I continued to volunteer at the public library, shelving books and providing assistance to those who asked for it - these tasks were very simple, and I knew I would do a fine job sticking to what I knew I could do. That summer, while quite boring, proved to be extremely easy. When the next school year was coming to a close, the time came to finalize my plans for the summer. To my dismay, the position at the library had been filled, and they no longer needed my help. Along came another offer: as it turned out, the YMCA executive in my local area was searching for a high school student who could volunteer for a large chunk of the summer, which was exactly what I was looking for. Pushing away my fears, I decided that trying something new could be interesting, so I went ahead and accepted the position. Before I knew it, school was over and summer had begun. The first day of camp was hot - sweat was dripping down my neck as I walked into the elementary school that morning, hoping for the best. After securing my belongings, I made my way towards a young girl playing checkers all by herself. Sitting across from her, I joined the game, learning a bit about her

We are at a party on Friday night at Gabe’s house. I love looking at Peter when he isn’t looking he is so cute. Peter thought that I wanted to go but I really just like to look at him. Then we start talking about UVA. If I get in I don’t even know what I will be most excited about. Partly it will be because I will be with Peter all of the time, but I don't know what I’m most excited for yet. Margot my sister, is keeping me company while I decorate my easter eggs. I wish that she could be here for real and not just be on the phone, but she is at college in Scotland. She says she is coming down soon with her boyfriend Ravi. She also said that whenever he gets here that Peter and I, and Ravi and her can all go on a double date or something. I go to visit Stormy and elderly woman

“Hey, are we still on for lunch?” I asked. “Maybe tomorrow she responded,” and she walked away with the other girls. I did not know how to feel. I was hurt that she chose them over me, but she always was the one who wanted to make lots of friends, I just thought that I was one of them. We were sisters and were supposed to stick together. I thought that I was important enough for that. I decided to go find Carla instead and she told me about her annual sleepover that she was having and that she would love it if I were to go. We made a few more plans and before I knew it, it was the end of the day and time to go home. I met up with my sister and we began our journey back home. Along the way she told me about her new friends, and I about mine. I then told her that I would not be able to meet at lunch the next day because I had plans with Carla. She understood but I could tell she was upset. School continued to be busy and we only talked to and from school, and it was only a crisp, chilly winter morning that I realized that we were the same in everyway but our lives were totally

I wasn’t going to make it through the school year if things continued down the path they were going, especially because of my roommate challenges, a situation that caused the most issue for me. Even though it was hard to trust the new faces around me, I took a deep breath of confidence and met with the head of residency to switch rooms. My new roommate was a good friend of mine from a previous year and I started connecting with more friends in my new home. The girls who lived across the hall from my new room were extremely friendly. They refused to let me sit in my room by myself. They were always barging in and soon I

During this past summer, I didn’t really do much of anything to benefit me academically. I spent almost all of my time working out, getting ready for college basketball. I knew I had something to prove. Arriving on campus for move-in day, I was thinking I was coming to a place where I didn’t think I would know anyone. However, I was wrong, I knew a few people. A couple from back where I’m from, a few people I played in travel basketball, and my roommate. After moving into my “new home,” I talked to the family members that came down with me on this four hour drive from home. They gave me words of wisdom about this new journey. One thing that sparked me and touched me was my grandmother. I love my grandmother to deaf and to see her cry in front of me was devastating. It hurt me so bad. She told me while crying, “Baby, if you don’t like this place, you know I am a phone call away, I won’t hesitate to come get you and bring you home where you belong, you understand?” I do this for my family and my well being. My family has been so impactful in my life and I am grateful because many teenagers can’t say that have a family to back them up on everything. It’s truly a blessing to have my family right behind me. My roommate, Keon Tucker, is just like me and looks like me. We come from similar backgrounds and we’ve both played basketball our entire lives and including for Chowan University under Coach Brett Vincent. Every since the first day of classes, I’ve had many people

The good years: Intermediate School, began with the fifth grade and a whole new start again. Instead of getting bad grades and barley completing assignments, I was determined to change my ways. Sadly, Brianna was separated from us for both fifth and sixth grade. So going into Intermediate School, it was just good old Kira and I to fend for ourselves. There were two new major people at this time to help me along the journey, Mr. Godfrey and Mia Godfrey. With absolute no actual family relation, these two both played their part. The exact time of initially getting to know Mia is Fuzzy, but each and every day we grew closer as best friends or buff’s if you will. One time while texting Mia she wrote buff instead of BFF, A.K.A we later adapted the name buff for each other. Her smarts put mine to the test as I

Firstly, I would like to thank everyone for reading this story. I am not sure how it will turn out, but I 'm quite hopeful that it 'll be more than worth your time!

The first day in the ABP was a student orientation, in that day I met Fay. They put in the chairs numbers each number related to a group. At first, my number was four, but then I changed it, and I took number nine. By coincidence, we were in the same group, I saw her, but I did not recognize her at first. Someone was close to me and made me feel comfortable, I forgot that I was nervous. I looked into her eyes and everything was fine, she came by my side while we were hanging around the building, I smiled. I thought that I will not change my friends from the former school, I tried to avoid that belief to though. But with Fay, my desire changed and I wanted to know her more, she is the one who made me smile in my first day in the ABP, so she will be able to make me smile to the end. Through our walking, I heard her saying that she got tired and she did not need to go to the Gym if we will walk all day like this, she was joking. Then, we sat in somewhere there were four boys talking to us about their experience in the ABP. After they finished they waited for a question about anything that will help us, everyone said nothing. Suddenly, Fay rose her hand, they thought that