It was a cold winter morning in the middle of october, 2009. It was around 6:00 when i heard my mom come into my room . She was wearing bright red pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. When she opened my door, she turned on my light switch, and said, “Get up, it’s time to get ready for school.” When she ended that last word with “school” i rolled out of bed, slowly and got ready. Once I was finished getting ready, my mom came into the living room and said “ It’s time to go down to the bus stop.” So, I put my small bookbag on both of my shoulders and headed out the door with my mom lagging behind.
Once the bus came to a complete stop in front of the school, I told the bus driver goodbye and headed into the double doors. It was a long and
My whole life I’ve felt like an outsider. When I was younger dealing with a learning disability, I have had a hard time making and keeping friends even to this day. I struggle with being a follower instead of a leader. My own adoptive father verbally abused me growing up and I also had kids in fifth-sixth grade who constantly bullied me. I still am reminded of an instance when the first day of fifth grade approached: I got on the bus and these older girls started making fun of my pants saying, “She’s wearing high-waters.” I was humiliated in front of my peers every day since than during those two years. After being bullied for so long I made a vow to myself to never forget the pain inflicted upon me on a daily basis.
The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality
This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.
It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks
I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of
Cue the opening scene: A young girl sitting too close to the television set staring at a fuzzy VHS copy of Rear Window in a room full of vintage videos tapes and outdated floral wallpaper. The little girl is eight year old me, and the room is my grandparents’ home movie theater. I admit I was slightly romanticized by the grainy picture quality in a way that was indescribable; hypnotic would be the closest description of the unearthly feeling that submersed me.
I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.
Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,
The day I made an important decision was, if I wanted to stay at open gate or move back to Great Falls. One day I had been given the choice whether to stay or go to Open Gate Ranch. The day I visited Open gate, when I arrived there I was thinking to myself, “ this isn't such a bad place to be” and to know that they cared about me more than money. Even though after I said “I’ll stay at Opengate ranch”, even when I felt like it wasn’t a good choice. Two weeks later I was being treated the same as every other family I had previously been in.
There is only one way to introduce yourself to the community. As a new superintendent, I would become part of the community and I would support the community. This involves identifying the movers and shakers in the community, leaders of the local and county governments, business, church leaders, and community organizations. I enjoy meeting people and I enjoy meeting them face to face. Within my first week, I would go to these people, introduce myself, and I would listen.
I woke up around 7 am to go to school with the soft yelling voice of my mother. I had my classes and then it was time for lunch. Me and my friends were talking and then the topic “ The Window “ came up. The window is bad news and is very mysterious. My group of friends dared and without any thinking I a greed, for I don’t fear many things. I went to the window at night. It was cold, dark, and the moon was watching me. When I got in it it all seemed normal. I found a knife, put it in my bag then continued searching. The old man that lived there broke the silence, and then as fast as I could I ran back home. At home I found out that I was in such a hurry that I left my bag in the apartment.
One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me
Then the morning of July 29, 2015, was finally upon me. It was a beautiful, summer day outside. Springing out of bed, excited as a little kid on their first day of school, I was filled with overwhelming joy. I had picked out my outfit in advance. Short black shorts, a classic band tee, and black converse, was what I had decided on. After making sure my outfit was quality, I put on my makeup, trying not to stab myself my eye with the mascara wand. As a I raced to get ready, I could not contain the smile that was trying to escape from my lips. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I hollered at my mom if she was ready to go.
At first I was actually thinking what to draw for about a day but when I had my idea I knew what to do I was going to draw a report card with all the subjects and put A’s next to them and then I was going to draw a bubble with a high school, a college, a job. Then finally I will include a lock saying, “Always keep it closed” which means always keep that goal . I feel like I should've done more but i’m feeling pretty good about my symbol. The requirements were to draw a symbol of what your short-term or long-term goal is. And this symbol had to be colored and neatly drawn no ( stick figures) and it had to be perfect no sloppy drawing or pens! This assignment is unique because it was not boring this was a fun assignment I wasn’t getting mad
It was August 8, 2014, just another normal day in 5th grade. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and ready to go home. When the bus driver dropped me off at my house, I got excited and sprinted to my garage. As I opened the door, I realized that my parents were nowhere to be found so I started walking towards the stairs, when I looked to my left I saw boxes sitting by the front door. As my mind was curious, I heard the garage door open to find my mom