My First Day Of A Friend

I did not have anyone truly that I could talk to throughout the day, I was going in blind, hoping to make new friends in my classes since the theatre people I befriended were all in the 12th grade. In the end, there was a girl who was in four of my classes out of seven, Samantha. Samantha was actually the first person to ever talk to me when I moved down to Alabama, we just never truly became friends until now. Everything was going well, I was put as the stage manager for The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged), Samantha and I became best friends, (which to this day, we still are best friends), I had no issues with my studies, life seemed to be pleasing for a

After that, I tried going up to say hi but I was to scared . So I stayed to myself . This girl named Ricquel said " HI I am one of your classmates ". I asked if she wanted to be my friend. she said "yes" ,I was so happy because she was my first friend . I still didn’t get as much friends as I wanted .I was upset about not getting a lot of friends.

Once the school year started I was able to start talking to kids that came from others schools that were not from Mueller and make friends quickly. Now I have some of the greatest friends. Also about three months ago I had my quince and yes I was not shy or anything, but I didn't really dance much at my party because I didn't really feel comfortable doing it yet . A week later It was the school dance and at first I was just sitting down because I have always been like scared to dance in front of people, but not that long after I was dancing with all my friends. Now I have better social skills. Not so long ago I had to start going to a church youth group. I was scared because I knew that I was not going to know anyone. When I got there the first few times I was nervous and scared to go but then I met this guy named Gabriel and since the moment I met him I could be myself around him and know he is a good friend from the group.

Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

When I reached our destination, the geographical differences were just a tiny part of my life’s hurdle. Unlike, my previous assumption of the evergreen state, this was the complete opposite. Tumbleweeds replaced evergreen bushes, rivers replaced lakes and quail replaced red cardinals. My physical surroundings were the easiest to adjust to. Nevertheless, a new school was probably the most difficult part of moving. I grew up in a school where I was the only one in my grade out of a school population of eight. So when I walked into my sixth grade classroom filled with at least twenty-six boisterous children, you could say I was a bit overwhelmed. The lifestyle in eastern Washington contrasted sharply with my comfort zone. People in this area were constantly with a filled schedule including, sports, music competitions and recitals, and school activities, unlike the life filled with daily visits to the lake. School was definitely harder than my previous school, constant homework and tests were a foreign language to me. All the friends I’ve had up till then, have known me ever since I learned how to read, so making new friends was a new thing for me, as well. From the start, making friends was arduous, I’m not a very outgoing person and small talk isn’t my forte. I would be introduced to some people, most of the time neither one of us had a

It was my first day of Grade 10, I didn’t want to go through being that new kid and having the thought of life being so complicated again but this time I had a reminder that if I went through it 6 years ago and turned out fine, I can do it again. It was very difficult at first because I had to spend lunch time alone and no one to talk to in class. I’m a very outgoing person and make friends easily or so I’ve been told, so after two weeks, I have made new friends. Two of the people I had made friends with Helen and Mika, were on the basketball team and I had told them I’ve always wanted to join basketball. They were begging me to join the team. The first day of tryout I didn’t want to go, I've never joined a sport before so I had this sick feeling that I wouldn’t make the cut, surprisingly I did. I was in grade 10 so I was in the junior team but we would always practice with the seniors because my coach wanted us to do really good for that season. On my first ever game, I went on the court with a lot of confidence and didn’t feel anxious at all. I shot two points at my first game and that made me feel so good about myself. I grew really close with my team and bonded really well with them. At the end of the season, we won all of our league games and the championship

Somehow I managed to get all my teachers to like me, and I happened to have a lot of luck because the group I sat with at lunch on the first day, became great friends of mine. Later, I found a girl named Morgan in my gym class that lived to happen to live for streets away for me, and we soon became best friends in a short amount of time. Since then I have figured out that everything I was worried about before school started hadn't happened, besides the fact that I am not as close to everyone as I was before. However, I am glad I met Morgan and all my other friends because I wouldn’t trade them for

My seventh grade year was NOT off to a good start. You know when you go to school on the first day your parents are always telling you to make new friends. Well that’s exactly what my mom told me, and her advice only worked halfway. You see, I had indeed made new friends. The only problem was that one them had some jealousy issues. It all started when I met her. Audra was a drama major. We had met in musical theater. We became friends so she introduced me to her best friend, Alejandra. The thing to remember was that Audra had strict parents who wouldn’t let her do a lot of things outside of school. That meant that whenever I asked her if we could hang out, she would say no. By this time Alejandra and I had become friends. Not close friends

Being made to go through the whole process of becoming friends was not what I wanted. I had a lot of friends at Galena and had been friends with these kids since kindergarten. We had grown up together and I didn’t want to leave them so soon. My mom told me Baxter was only about 10 minutes away so that took the ease off a little. I had two really good friends who I did everything with. I remember wondering if they would be sad, or if I would get to see them anymore. The feeling of going to a new place and possibly not making any new friends frightened me. How long would it take me to make new friends, if I made any? All the worrying was for nothing though. I remember exactly what happened when I made my first friend at Baxter. I call to mind being anxious as I walked into my new classroom, feeling the glances of all my classmates. Thinking how uncomfortable I felt as all the kids talked about their summers with their friends and all the fun they had, when suddenly I heard someone say hi. I turned towards the voice and saw a small brown haired girl, who I would soon learn was Mallory. After learning each other’s names, she then asked me “Do you want to be friends?” and that’s how my first friendship started. I made many new friends that day and felt all my worries soon drift away. Though I didn’t know how well making new friends would go, at the time it was a frightening thought for me. With

I couldn’t relate to Lennie at all. Most of her actions don’t make sense to me. I feel that the way she rationalized her actions are unacceptable. For example, when she found out something sad about Bailey, she kissed Toby to console him. No, there are other ways you could comfort someone without involving kissing. I think Lennie is selfish. It’s almost like she thinks that the world revolve around her. She keeps on making bad decisions and use grieving as her excuse. Well she’s not the only one who lost Bailey. Her grandmother, her uncle, and Toby lost Bailey too. Granted, she comes to term with it much later in the book. Still, it shouldn’t take you that long to realize

Sex, is Stanley and Stella’s way of forgiving and loving. Their one true emotional and physical coping system. As Stella insists, “there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark- that sort of makes everything else seem- unimportant.” When Blanche comes between them, Stanley and Stella’s relationship is taxed by her influence. On one hand, Blanche tries to manipulate Stella by criticising her husband and hinting that Stanley is incapable of love, that Stella is rebelling against her respectable upbringing, and that their relationship is based off their lust for sex. Ironically, Blanche identifies lust as a common and rudimentary emotion, although being guilty of it as well. As Blanche expresses her opinion, “acts like an animal, has an animal’s habits! […] There’s even something sub-human something not quite to the stage of humanity yet!” she progressively achieves her goal of squandering their relationship. On the other hand, Stanley additionally influences Stella, by voicing that Blanche is immoral. Ironically, despite Stanley’s attempts at dominance and escalations to violence, Stella, "was—sort of—thrilled by it” declaring her attraction and arousal from his beastiality. Even if Blanche and Stanley try to take advantage of her, Stella stays apathetic throughout the play due to the fact that she is an extremely weak character easily swayed by both characters. Further exemplifying the success of the alpha male demonstrations, rooting from the biological desire for superior genetic traits and

In her novel The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather says, “The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing -- desire” (Cather). Desire is something that has driven humans since their existence began. Even the Neolithic man was driven by his desire for food, a mate, or sex. Just like the Neolithic man, humans today have desires for our own basic needs.

"If one abuses or neglects internal powers, external forces will act accordingly." (T.F. Hodge). As delusions become reality, individuals give up on trying to settle their visions with practicality and surrender entirely to an absurd fantasy world. When those individuals lack acceptance of their true selves, their internal negative thoughts generate the negative behaviours they receive in return. Although Blanche's emotional fragility makes her more vulnerable to the external forces in Tennessee Williams' play A Streetcar Named Desire, these are the same forces that further decline her mental state and ultimately lead to her demise.

I was just the average 6th grader, only hung out with the same people, depending on that one friend group with no other back up friends incase something exactly like what my narrative is about, happened. Everything was going well, I was hanging out with my buddies almost every day whether it was a school day or a weekend; we were all having a blast. Then one day, it all changed. I went to