My birthday falls on the last week of school most of the time. It doesn't really matter to me though, my family always celebrates it and gets me donuts in the morning before school. This last year, freshman year, was also the year that my sister, Hanna, with no h, mind you, graduated from high school. Graduation was just a few days after my birthday, so I was a little bothered with the fact that none of my extended family that came for Hanna’s graduation remembered my birthday. The day of my birthday
It was 11:54 PM, six minutes before my birthday was officially over. I sat in my darkened bedroom, silent tears streaming down my face, as I waited for a call or text from my friends. It had been my birthday for twenty-three hours and fifty-four minutes, and I had heard nothing from them. I lay in my bed, wondering how this had happened. Before I started high school, I was part of a close-knit group of friends that was nearly inseparable. When freshman year began, however, things changed. I was
Freshman year, I wasn't just a freshman I was freshmeat, a newbie, a nobody. I was at the bottom of the High School social class web. Freshman year was not at all like the movies portray it to be. It was better than expected actually, with the exceptions of having my locker vandalised with “Gay Dick” written on it I didn't let it bother me because I knew personally I was stronger than the people who wrote that. Freshman year I managed to balance my first job, school and my first time being in a team;
Birthday Parties: Then and Now I remember my childhood birthday parties, as a whirl wind of images. My house covered in balloons and streamers, my friends and I playing musical chairs or hot potato, and me blowing out my candles on my mom’s homemade chocolate cake. It was a simple affair, just me and my friends having a great time at my house. So, when my son was approaching his 7th birthday, I wanted to throw him a birthday party as memorable as the parties my mom had for me. It was during
That was what my dad called the sound of me playing my clarinet. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing the clarinet and always tried my best, but 3rd grade me was not that talented. To specify, I sounded truly horrible. All the beginner band students (including me) had thought they were the best of the best. The greatest musicians in the world. Of course, as you may know, 1st year players were nowhere near perfect no less professionals. And this leads me to my school first concert of the year; The Winter
last day of school was a good day. Instead of having to take an ELAR exam we did PSP. On the last day I had ELAR for 4th and 5th period. I didn’t have to do anything. Since we didn’t have to take a test we got to play games and mess around. The day went by really slow, but I was fine with that. I was having fun messing around and playing board games with my friends. At last, I heard the bell ring. I walked outside of the classroom and heard a lot of noise. Everyone was so excited that school was over
MY FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR My favorite time of the year is naturally the time when I have the most fun. To me, that time of the year falls during the December holidays, or rather, it starts during the last term of school. It may sound strange of me to include the period of examinations. But I like the way teachers leave us, students, by ourselves to do our own revision. There is hardly any homework to be done but there is a lot of studying to take up our time. Finally, when the examinations are
day of school was a good day. Instead of having to take an ELAR exam, we did PSP. On the last day I had ELAR for 4th and 5th period. I didn’t have to do anything. Since we didn’t have to take a test we got to play games and mess around. The day went by really slow, but I was fine with that. I was having fun messing around and playing board games with my friends. At last, I heard the bell ring. I walked outside of the classroom and heard a lot of noise. Everyone was so excited that school was over
part of everyone's journey. Up until this point in my life I had believed that the two were opposites and happened very far apart from one another in time. But today was the day that I learned a very valuable lesson. Life and death go hand in hand and sometimes at the most unforeseeable times. Ever since the events that occurred this day my perspective on the world has never been the same. I value the love and time spent with the people I have in my life now and I frequently look back to the memories
Getting to know my Mom It took me eighteen years to spend some quality time with my mother and discover what an incredible journey she has had with my brothers and me. She is the kind of person who has always been very involved with all parts of our daily lives. In fact, she was the kind of mother who always had time for her three sons, worked full-time and had time to devote to community projects too. Her energy and enthusiasm for all of these things seemed endless and she always tried