My Birthday Celebrations - Original Writing

Throughout the past couple of years, I have struggled immensely trying to find a fitting group of friends. The people who had been the closest to me for the longest time abandoned me, and each took a ginormous wrong turn in their lives. I found myself stuck in a situation that I knew would be difficult to escape.

I would like to talk about celebration of my 36th birthday. October 20th was a regular Friday mooring for me. I was a bit nervous because I had the final exam of my Psychology class, I felt ready and prepared but tense at the same time plus the morning traffic was not helping at all, on my mind the only thoughts were “I don’t want to be late, I don’t want to be late”. After my exam I felt so happy, all my worries flew away, I knew I had done a good job, I felt it in my guts. My professor said good bye and that was it, no more stress for the weekend, I was ready to start the celebration of my birthday.

Our journey has brought us many friendships, which will hopefully carry over into our adult lives. As we begin to transition from our high school life to our postsecondary life, I ask you all to remember these friendships, and don’t take them for granted. Because one day, these friendships might not be the same. Your friends will move away, find new jobs, and start families. So, let’s enjoy what we have left together.

When I entered high school I had several friends that I thought I would see for a long time after my education had finished. During the first two years of high school the relationships I had with these individuals had remained the same as they were

I gave up on making friends because I felt it was selfish of me to do so when I was needed so badly at home. The times I did get the courage enough to make friends I would go to their houses and I would boil with envy and jealousy. Their parents while very loose with their rules and many of my friends being very unruly children. None the less they were still parents. I often at times felt as though you were my peer and not my mother. I often at times felt betrayed by you because you were supposed to care for me and instead I spend my days caring for you and looking after you and your broken hearts that the many men of your past left in a shatter pile.

“Friends are a dime a dozen”, said someone whom I’m not aware of, but whoever it was must’ve had their fair-share of poor decisions when it came to selecting friends. However, they are right. Friends do come and go, some you feel relieved that they’d left and some you may want them to stay, but that’s just one reason why it’s become so important to choose your friends carefully.

There is a picture on my fridge of my two best friends and me on the last day of Kindergarten, rosy red cheeks, smiles that could light up the night on our faces, the innocence of being five years old beaming from our bright eyes. An image that might outlast our friendship, but will forever be in my mind. All through Elementary school these two remained my best friends. Our little circle of friendship slowly grew as more people started to enter our lives for different reasons and we developed small friendships that threatened to pierce the bubble of our little trio. Nevertheless, our friendship didn’t falter. I believed this was the way friendship would always be: a tight-knit group who would alway be by each other's’ sides, through thick and thin. And then came middle school.

I went through all of middle school having many friends; even though everyone was going through possibly the most awkward stage of life, there wasn’t a disconnect between all the cliques as there is now, in high school. Freshman year was basically the same as middle school, although everyone in the grade started dispersing into their own cliques, I had my main group of friends, and like every naïve freshman, I thought they were going to be there for my entire high school experience. I hadn’t reached the point where I realized that I was no longer in middle school yet, and then everything was completely different. Sophomore year came and a few people in my friend group left, maybe because they got a boyfriend or because they were on a different sports team and became closer to those players, but I hadn’t lost them entirely yet. But slowly I became distant from those friends. I noticed that by the end of

Throughout the short story, The Birthday, the writer, Samantha Ashenhurst uses the writing tool: Get the name of the dog. To begin with, Samantha begins the story with a descriptive introduction, which gives the reader the ability to visualize the current circumstance’s atmosphere. For instance, the author mentions the specific kind of drink and pizza, the color of the blinds, the exact number of times she pukes, and takes medicine, etc. She describes the background’s setting in details as well. In my opinion, Samantha’s very specific, which portrays how honest she is. This also leads to building the writer’s own distinct voice. Thus, this effectively initiates a connection with the reader psychologically.

There was a sense of balance between catching up with friends at school and having time to myself at home to draw or read a book. Even during the summer I was only driving to the park or meeting at the movie theatre a few times a week. This isn’t my reality anymore. Now I see my friends at eight in the morning for breakfast. I see them again during lunch. And again at dinner. It’s a great feeling to have when my friends take up the whole table in a dining hall. I love carrying out a conversation about an obscure web series on YouTube or learning about a play before we all scatter to our

This story takes a wide variety of the many stereotypical friends that people meet throughout their lifetime, and gives multiple examples on why we need each of them. The author, Marion Winik, highlights the importance of each different friend with their unique characteristics, and what classifies them as that specific friend. For example, there are “Buddies” who help in many scenarios both big and small; “Relative Friends” are family members that someone finds common grounds with; “Work Friends” are people that get along solely for the fact that they work together; “Faraway Friends” is a person that someone grew up with, but they moved away; “Former Friend” are friends no longer associated with each other; “Friends You Love to Hate” are obnoxiously

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

'I can 't bare to tell them the truth, it 's, it 's uh, too, scarring. I fucking killed my own best friend, at her own birthday party too. ' That horrid memory has been eating me alive since I was three, 'Yeah when you killed her. '

My eighteenth birthday was probably the worst I ever came to know. I expected so much because in some degree I was grown, in the eyes of the law. I wanted everything to be perfect and everyone to be happy. Clarence, my boyfriend, took me out for lunch. We ended up going to a place where his ex-girlfriend worked.

' I can 't bare to tell them the truth, it 's, it 's uh, too, scarring. I fucking killed my own best friend, at her own birthday party too. ' That horrid memory has been eating me alive since I was three, 'Yeah when you killed her. '