sun shines. My favorite time of year is Fall because of all the Pumpkins, and celebrating Halloween and I get to celebrate thanksgiving. The first reason why I like Fall so much is because of all the dazzling pumpkins. My favorite thing about pumpkins is Going to the pumpkin patch and picking out the perfect pumpkin. For me the perfect pumpkin would have a bold orange color, and it would be immense, with a perfect slender look. Me and my family have been going to a pumpkin patch every year since I was
It was my favorite time of the year, autumn. I stood in the student section at one of our football games as a gust of wind brushed through my curly blonde hair. The aroma of my friend’s hot chocolate carried its way towards me. For a moment I closed my eyes and let my thoughts disperse with the chilly breeze. When I looked up the sky was particularly clear, the stars were shining down on the field unlike any other night. My friend Rose and I decided to walk back over to the concession once half time
My favorite time of the year was coming to an end, as I had to say goodbye to those worry-free, beach-bum summer days. Summer had passed before my eyes and it was now the start of my sophomore year in college. I was enrolled in a couple psychology classes for my major and a Geology class that would count towards my GE. The semester before was not the best, as it had a negative impact on my grade point average. So here I am again, another semester hoping the same thing does not happen again. I wake
My favorite time of the year was winding down to a close, it was the last meet of my Junior track season. We loaded up the bus on a Thursday, the last day of school and headed toward Bismarck. I had never attended the State track meet and I was more nervous than I’ve ever been before. I was ranked 2nd in North Dakota for javelin. Being ranked that high is good in the fact that you know you belong at the meet, but at the same time it is terrifying knowing that you are either a champion, a runner
Christmas was my favorite time of year growing up, but not for the reason most people infer. To most kids the presents were the best part of the day, but my favorite part was having a minute long conversation with my father. Although he’d ask the same questions every year, I didn’t care. Being able to talk to him made up for not being able to see him. I’d always dream about what It would be like to have him around during our conversations, my imagination would dance around the thoughts of the perfect
Christmas in Toronto was my favorite time of the year. The night sky was always illuminated by lit windows of skyscraper offices and the blindingly bright lights of hotel signs, but during the holidays the festive displays are unmatched. Bright red poinsettias cover every inch of the Centennial Park Conservatory, the bridges of the Waterfront, lined with thousands of kaleidoscopic LED lights, and of course the radiance of the Christmas Tree in Nathan Phillips Square, producing a city of colored spectacle
As August approaches, excitement runs through my veins. “It’s that time of year...” I think to myself, “My most favorite time of the year at the best place.” Mac’s Landing Resort in Michigan is the hot spot for my family and friends to have a great week of fun. The whole week is consumed with tubing, riding the jetski, swimming, and relaxing on the beach at Arbutus Lake. This resort was my very first vacation ever. I was only two weeks old the first time I went, and I don’t remember a smidge of it
Autobiography Nicholas Hill My only memory of first grade is learning cursive and having far worse handwriting than other classmates. Probably my favorite memory from elementary school is recess and playing with friends. Middle school came around and was probably the first time I was really nervous to go to school, but by the end I realized how fun it was and all the trouble I got into. Before school every started for me I enjoyed playing outside climbing trees. Every time fall came around I looked
after a year. Every year, it is hard to leave Mackinac. Every year, leaving is like breaking a chain that keeps you tied to the island. Every year, I miss the horses and the fudge, the amazing views and skipping rocks in the water. All of these finer qualities of Mackinac Island and more, makes me not want to leave. Once back home last year, the hours in a day seemed to drag along, but I’d look back at the end of the week and think: wow, it’s been a week already? A rippling breeze stirred as my family
another’s most hated. With so much music accessible today, it’s hard to pick a favorite. In the last 4 years, my favorite musicians have changed about 8 or so times. January, 2014, my favorite band was Ho-Kago Tea Time, an all girls rock outfit from Japan. June, 2014, my favorite band moved over to Weezer as I rediscovered their music after remembering a favorite song from when I was 6 (Beverly Hills). Later that year, in December, Franz Ferdinand