My Perfect Day

The campus itself felt comparable to the size of a town. A brief feeling of excitement was overtaken by apprehension. I had never lived on my own before, I was in a new state, and my parents were much further away than a walk down the hallway. These were some of the thoughts that filled my mind at the time. Before they left to head home, we had an exceedingly long and emotional conversation over dinner. They handed me a photo of us all which had a note on the backside. The note summarized their level of confidence, proudness, and despite forthcoming complications, they will always be there for their son. Tears of love ran down each of our faces as we said

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

Now it was time to say goodbye to the house, and move back to California where most of the family were at. When I moved to California I moved to Salinas at the time I was in 3rd grade at a school called Kamman. My favorite teacher was my 3rd grade teacher her name was Mrs. Vierra she was a nice lady. My least favorite teacher was Mrs. Cunov she got frustrated at us really easily, and picked her nose right in front of us it was gross. In 5th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Spencer he was my favorite male teacher because he was the man that taught the class to make paper airplanes. It was fun because it made class so much more interesting. In the beginning of the year I attended at Kamman then a few weeks later I moved to Monterey where I attended the rest of middle school at the Monterey Bay Charter

Who would have known traveling could be such a hassle? Especially when moving from Wilson, North Carolina to boring Goldsboro. Especially when having strict parents, an annoying sister, a spoiled brother and an innocent me stuffed in a van, just to move only 26.4 miles. Moving cannot be that dreadful, I tried considering to myself. Making new friends and memories are not the worst thing in the world. There was only one slight problem …school. It was fall of third grade and everything was different. From math to English to science, concepts were thrown at me that I was so sure that I had never seen at my previous school. So at first sight of trouble, I turned to my parents, but only to end up with a frustrated me and a very agitated mother.

Growing up as a child, I was different from the rest of the kids in my current community. I grew up in a tiny religious dot, barely recognizably on a map; West Union, Ohio. I moved to Cincinnati shortly before my first grade year, but I can visually account for many memories that were created during my first portion of life in West Union.

Thinking back through my time at Dekalb High School, I sit back in awe wondering how I made it this far. I sit back and wonder and remember the good memories, bad memories, and the unforgettable people I have met. Its crazy to think I made it this far. Its awesome to think how I’ve changed as a person from a immature freshman, to a trying finding myself as sophmore, to being a Junior and getting with the program, and now a Senior getting ready to graduate. I truly have learned life lessons, and truly gained accomplishments in my time here.

My version of a perfect day is waking up at seven o'clock in the morning. My father and I would go to the "Old Gym" and practice. First, he and I would work on form shooting or what we call "fifties." We would then go over some of my basic ball handling drills such as the zigzag switch, zigzag spin, zigzag behind the back and between the legs. Then we would get on the computer at home and look at the top NBA or WNBA player or players' new line or lines of shoes. Afterwards, we would go to The Outback Steakhouse. Finally, we would go home and take a long, luxurious nap, but, not before saying hi to Mom, Colt, and Braedon.

I was getting closer and closer. Not a bird in sight, not even a single cloud. The moon was starting to shine as the sun was descending from the cerulean sky. Drivers were getting closer and closer to their destination, so was I. I took one more footstep where my mind flashes back four years back. It was a warm atmosphere, although it wasn’t my desire to start somewhere fresh. I walked into my first class, two girls came up to me, and secured that I had a nice first day. After my first, class I go into a classroom, which wasn’t what I all expected. It all seemed so historic and antique. It really emphasized his passion. He was teaching something, that I had already learned. He was asking the whole class what the regions of the United States

When we finally made it into Kansas, I felt joyous instead of dismal because I missed the familiar buildings and roads there. No place is like home, I finally learned that. We kept on heading back to Gardner and when we finally did, I went over to a friend's house and we hung out and had fun and ran around. Then when I got home from my friend’s house, I started packing up my room. Then a week later I moved to Shawnee. That was my trip to

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

My parents dropped me off at the front of the school while butterflies flew in my stomach. All I had wanted to do was run back into the car and slam the door shut, blocking out everything that was unfamiliar. But instead I took a deep breath and pushed open the doors. Everything had been so different than my old school, and I was scared if I would fit in enough. I walked down to the eighth grade hallway and another wave of dread washed over me. Everybody was in their groups, laughing and talking, just like I would have been if I was still back at my old school.

I hated the lies between my “best friend” and I; I hate the hospital here, I hate that I couldn’t spend much time with my friends as much as my brother did, or having a chance to mapping around to all these places he was bragging about. But then, after wasting my first week, now I let the breeze brush against my skin and let my hair fly back behind me. The scent of everything keeps pulling me back and won’t let go. After all these years, I am finally here, sitting behind my friends electric bicycle and listen to them spilling out all these café shop and food stands they went after school and how our classmates had changed throughout the

Going from Quaker Farms Elementary School in Oxford to Mitchell Elementary School in Woodbury was a huge change that I hadn’t experienced yet when I was eight. Most importantly, the people I would be spending six hours a day with were completely different, and I didn’t know a single person in the new school. Thankfully, my new classmates were welcoming and were open to talking to me from the moment I got there. In addition, the teachers were very nice and helped me find my way around. Besides the people in my new school being different, the school itself was also a lot different. The level of learning in Woodbury seemed to be different than Oxford, and the layout of the school wasn’t anything close to what I was used to.

As a result of moving to a new town, making new friends, and living a different life style I have been shaped in to the person I am today. I wouldn’t have asked for any better way to grow up as a kid. I’ve learned so much about myself that I probably wouldn’t have if I still lived in Apple Valley. I’ve experienced new activities, such as hunting and hiking, and have made new friendships. I feel as if I have changed for the better and grew up into a great person. I believe that this all happened for a reason and I am so happy that I’ve been able to