My First Day In My Life

When the towers were attacked early in the morning, my family and I were having a normal morning. We were waking up and you were three months old so I was focused getting you up for the morning and getting you changed and ready for the day. At about 7 in the morning, I turned on the news and saw what happened right after the first plane hit so I went to wake up your dad and told him what happened and he came out and we started watching the news. Minutes after the first plane hit was when the second plane hit and that’s when I knew that it was a terrorist attack and it was an event that i’ll never forget and it changed me and changed our country that day. Soon after, your dad and I realized the severity of the situation

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was an unusually sunny days for the early fall. After I walked my kids to school, I came back and I called Comcast because they had raised my bill. I turned on the news, and hung up with Comcast right away. A plane had hit the North World Trade Center. I couldn't keep my eyes off the news, and then a plane hit the South World Trade Center, and then the Pentagon, and then a plane crashed into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania. I couldn’t believe what was happening. When I saw the first crash, I thought it was a mistake; and then it happened three more times. The passengers and flight attendants on Flight 93 are some of the bravest people out there. After I saw everything I didn’t know what do, except cry. At about 11 am, I went into my bedroom and told my husband, “You’re never going to believe what’s happening in this world: two planes crashed into both of the World Trade Centers and everything is on fire.” Fortunately, I did not know anyone who had their life taken away in this horrible event, but my brother-in-law, was in Boston, and was supposed to fly back home, leaving from Logan International Airport. Since all United States airports and flight had been grounded, the best he could do was rent a rental car and drive back to Crozet, Virginia. For the second time that I

It was an early morning in antioch california where I was vast asleep at my grandma’s house. Until my father suddenly woke me up and said “we have to go” and that's how it all started. So I got up and got dressed, ate little bit of cereal and hopped outside with my bags. “Oh my god” I said as loud as I could without waking anyone up around us. There it was A LIMO FOR ME I almost fainted until grandma said “this is just the beginning. We got in the limo and started our adventure. About a 2 hour nap later we arrived at the SFO airport around 8am. I got my bags and said goodbye to our amazing driver, then walked right through those electric airport doors with the biggest smile ever.

The first day of High School. I have alway been so excited to start a new year, to buy new outfits, decided how I am going to do my nails and everything else that goes into getting ready for a brand new school year. This year it was different, I had a weird feeling that I have felt before. I was nervous, so nervous and scared to just start a new year of school. Well, the first day of school did not start off so well. The bus was running so late that my mom had to take me to school and obviously my brother and I was very late and my mom was pretty late to work too. As soon as I saw the school my heart started beating. I felt like it is about to run away, I know crazy but that was how scared I was. I walked into Crew and I skimmed the whole class. No one I knew, great. My crew teacher, Ms. Berry was very welcoming. She gave me my schedule and bus route paper and left. To be completely honest only one girl was welcoming, the rest kept to themselves and didn't talk at all. It was so awkward honestly, it felt like time will not pass by. Do not get me wrong I really liked Ms. Berry and she tried to break the ice, but no one was really cooperating. Anyways, moving on to my first period it was Student Leader. Just finding my way to class was crazy, everyone is walking in a different way and I could not even find my class until this upperclassman came up to me and asked if I was lost and showed me where the class is.

The 9/11 incident tragically changed our lives indirectly. The economy was in shambles, and as follows, my dad lost his job, lost the house, sold my mom’s car, sold the furniture, sold all my toy guns, and was forced to move into my aunt’s house. It struck my dad’s, wide-eyed, slightly pink, spit dribbled face while he continued to stare into a television monitor

Like some people I haven’t lived in Ramona my whole life, I lived in Evanston Wyoming for about seven years. Then in 2010 I moved out here at the end of summer, which meant the day I was dreading came very fast, the first day of 3rd grade at a new school. Being the new kid, I was nervous and shy and didn't have any idea how I would introduce myself, but lucky for me someone introduced herself first. “Hi, I’m Michaela!” said the girl, who would soon become my best friend and still is to this day. Michaela Brooke Meskell broke the ice and started talking to me and made me feel a little less nervous on the first day of my new life and that’s when our friendship began. I have known her for seven years now and is one of best friends. She is a pretty, tall, skinny 15 year old girl with long straight brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. She runs cross country and track, does very well in school and likes art and YouTube. Michaela was my very first friend when I moved here and over the last seven years I’ve gotten to know so much about her. She’s artistic, humorous, kind, intelligent, loyal and so many more amazing things. I’m so grateful to have her in my life and hope to still have her with me in the future.

I asked myself as my hand started to shake and my eyes began to water. I slowly sat down on the floor as I grabbed my mother's bloody hand. It felt as if my heart stopped and my brain froze. I knew at this point I needed help a lot of it, I had just nearly killed my own mother. Living with three different diseases was hard but not getting the help wasn't so to this day I ask myself why didn't I get help?

I was born in a small town in Great Britain on February seventieth, seventeen fifty five. My mother, Martha Washington and father, George Washington gave me the name Donovan Washington. Donovan means strong warrior and that is what my dad wanted me to be one day. I started school during 1760, and on my first day of school, I met the most astonishing girl in the whole universe. From the first glance I had at Bonnie Taylor I knew I was going to marry her one day. Growing up Bonnie and I were always best friends. Bonnie and I did everything together. Bonnie was not like any of the other girls she was different in ways I can’t explain. Finally at age fourteen I built up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. Everyone has always told us we were meant to be, and I always knew she was the one. We have been in love for fifteen years now, and we have been dating for six years I am going to ask Bonnie to marry me. I got on one knee and said “Bonnie Rose Taylor we have known and been in love with each other for fifteen years now, I feel like it is time to ask you to be my wife” She happily said yes! Now that we are engaged we must tell everyone, and start planning the wedding of our dreams. We told everyone in town, but no one was taken by surprise everyone was aware that this was going to happen sooner or later. Bonnie and I decided on a date April twentieth seventeen seventy five. The date is April eighteenth seventeen seventy five two days before the wedding (and one day before

My first time at the lake I can remember it like it was yesterday. It had a teardrop-silver color to it, and from where I was standing I couldn’t see anything but miles and miles of water. As if it never ended. I could feel the wind as it blew my new hair do, and caressed my cheekbones. The air smelled of fresh water and the sand was soft between my toes. The scene was magnificent, and the only sound was birds chirping from afar. I think back to the smell of the fresh cut grass and the way the sun was shining bright in the clear blue sky. I remember running to the water bending down to take a sip, it was beautiful I just knew it had to taste as good as it looked. Most of all I can remember it being relaxing and beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to get started on our first weekend at the lake with my family.

It was the first day of school and I just was so excited about who was going into be in my class I was also nervous. That what I was thinking. I went upstairs and got dressed and brushed my hair and my teeth.

The first day is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school, to the babies of the school.

When I was about seven or eight years old my aunt Melissa was watching me and she got a phone call and they said that both of my parents had died in a car crash so since she had just moved into the small town of Oceanside or so that is what she told me she could raise me as her own so that’s what she did, she did it all on her own. I started school at Oceanside elementary school and I was super nervous when I walked in the door I saw a girl sitting all alone so I decided to go sit with her and I did her name was Chloe and from then on we were best friends. The day we started high school was probably the last normal day of our lives until junior year.

After what seemed like the longest day of my life, I got home from school – the most dreadful place imaginable to the average teenager – and lugged myself as well as my backpack full of heavy books and overdue assignments through the front door of my apartment. Not being able to take another step, I dropped my bag and the weight of a long strenuous day off my shoulders and crawled into the living room. There I lied trying not to think about the mountain of homework I had yet to finish, all while my body searched for the tiniest shred of energy to get up, dust myself off, and continue with the rest of my day. Not even a few seconds went by when suddenly, I heard a loud, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!” booming from my computer speakers. As if rising from

Here I am 15 years old getting on a plane to a country with 46 other people from my school to head to Jamaica. We flew out from Tampa, Florida which is my hometown and the flight took about 2 hours, but for me it felt like it took a lifetime. We had boxes and boxes of stuff we packed from clothes, toiletries, school supplies, first aid, and many other things we were bringing over to the Jamaicans. After it felt like hours we finally got through customs and boarded Southwest Airlines to head to the country that I didn’t know then would soon change my life. I sat in the middle seat on the plane between two people I did not know. During this time, I journaled. I journaled my thoughts, my feelings, and if I am completely honest I journaled just how scared I was about what was to come in this week.

Thinking back on an event or a day that I would entitle the best day of my life was more of a challenge because to me I feel I had so many, but there was this one day that kept haunting my brain, not letting me suppress it. The memory of my 16th birthday. Now I know you may wonder why I choose this particular day to be my top choice out my 17 years of life, but it was just something about this time that makes it different than any other ordinary day.