I pulled up in front of my house after completing the first day of my senior year. I knew it would be my hardest year of school, but I already had college on my mind. Somehow I felt energized from the warm day and glowing sun. When I got inside, my gram and uncle were there waiting for me. They asked me to sit down and I knew something was wrong. Gram was calm as she said, "The coroner came to the house this morning." My heart dropped. I asked if my dad was okay. She said, "Your dad is fine, but your mother is dead. She killed herself." The words stunned me. Part of me knew this day was inevitable. The other part did not want to believe what I was just told. I asked, “How?” Gram said, “She hanged herself.” My mother has not been a part of my life or my sister's for thirteen years. She walked out on us when I was four years old. The last time I saw her was about ten years ago. My mother went down the wrong path and made bad choices. Her decisions affected me more than she would ever know. My sister, Nikki, lives with my dad and pap. I live with my gram and uncle. Gram and I are really close and I moved in with her two years ago when she got very sick. Now my mind was swimming. Telling my dad and sister was going to be the hard part. We went to my pap's house and I talked with Nikki until my dad came home from work. Gram waited outside to tell my dad so he would be prepared to tell my sister. Dad called us both upstairs and, while choking back tears, he told my sister what
When I applied for C.R. England I was not sure that I would be accepted to go through the program. Three days later I received a phone call from a Recruiter at C.R. England and while on the phone we went over all the information before setting a time and a date for leaving for Salt Lake City, Utah. When the day came to leave for Salt Lake City, Utah my parents took me to the Greyhound terminal to prepare to leave. Thirty minutes later we boarded the bus to leave our first stop was in Missouri I stayed on the same bus and from there I went to Kansas where I had to switch buses but I had to wait one hour before the other bus got there after boarding the bus for going to the next stop I was in Colorado where I had to wait two hours and thirty minutes before boarding my next bus to Wyoming once I got to Wyoming the next bus was ready and it had no air conditioner that I remember so the last bit of traveling was so warm that everyone on it was hot even a eight month old baby everyone tried their best to help the mother out to make
life is stupidly hard sometimes, and only made harder when we pass 18 and have to make our own significant choices. It used to be that society and our parents shaped our futures and even pushed us in the direction they wanted us to succeed in, however hard I tried though I always fell short of my parents expectations. I didnt believe people could change and that neither of my parents would change their way of thinking and that I would never be able to change what I was, but people can change and I know that now.They wanted me to go to college and develop myself in a successful career insted I ran from what my parents wanted, got emancipated and married at 16 and then divorced at 21.
As soon as i put my first foot on the field I knew I had to work hard for this one W. Logan Carmer kicked It off about 40 yard fat fat from wyoming got the kick off and ran for 20 yards. Than I heard the loud whistle and my coach yell black D. I ran out onto the field to make a tackle there first play was a quarterback sneak up the middle. I looked at the center and then the person in front of me then at the ball then quarter back said red set go. And the ball moved I bursted threw cause I knew they were running up the gut
“Sweetheart, can you pass me the butter off the kitchen counter?” I say to my daughter, who was supposed to be helping me cook. Sorry to say, she decided against it at the last minute.
Looking at the broken fences yards away, they stare back at me, and ask if I am broken too. The answer is yes. Ever since the incident, I haven't been the same. I haven't been able to laugh the same, talk the same, or do the same things I could do before it all happened. And trust me, I could do a lot before it happened.
It was a bright sunny morning, I thought that it was little too sunny just because well now I can't go back to sleep. When I do go back to sleep I wake up again after I hear my parents fighting like usual. Eventually I do wake up and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I grabbed a banana and walked to my school even though it's almost a whole kilometre away but i did not seem to mind because I always loved school even though i am not that smart but I still got accepted into AK School i had to take a 4 page test and I passed first I was in shock because my aunt made me take the test i did not want to take the test for a couple of reason the biggest reason was that none of my friends were going to AK School. They were all going to Jackie Rack
My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My
The tiger quickly climbed the nearest tree and then totally ignored me.” It all started when our uber driver geek, Randy Jackson, woke up in a imaginary desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling abnormally angered, Randy Jackson stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely excited, he saw that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Dee Jackson. Randy Jackson had known Dee Jackson for 200 years, the most of which were crazy ones. Dee Jackson was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Randy Jackson called for her, for the situation was important.
Walking on the street on a cloudy day I decided to go to a coffee shop. I was talking to a friend and noticed someone awfully familiar. When I tried to identify, him he walked out and I rubbed it off as not important. Then I noticed he left his wallet on his table. I dashed out the door to look for him, he was nowhere to be found. I started to wonder will I ever be able to give his wallet back?
Looking back at my first journal entry, I am practically the same. Same house, same family, same school. Thankfully nothing unfortunate has come my way since my first journal entry and no new opportunities that are life changing. I’m quite happy about that because I am in my happiest state. My love for the new knowledge school brings and the experiences from travel are still in tact, even though I don't travel much often because of my dedication to the school. Thankfully I achieved my goal of finishing the semester with all A’s and I strive to be successful in that goal once again this semester. I still enjoy learning new things from others and striving for my best in whatever I put my mind into so I can get the best from it. Whether I can learn a new life lesson or be able to hold on to a good memory, I still cherish the events on my path to my goal.
Living away from your country can be a really exciting and challenging, but I never expected the culture shock to impact me this much. My memories of those times aren’t strong, but I remember when my first day of school in United States started. Early in morning, our family caseworker take me to McMurray Middle School. When we reached there I saw big beautiful house at least that what I thought but unfortunately it was school. Besides the building, the view in front was outstanding, the spacious ground, playground, and everything look amazing to me because it was new to me. I look at school with smile but same time I was
Hi! This is Clare and I am writing to you to tell you more about my early life and how I knew I wanted to follow Christ. I was born in Assisi in 1193 to a very wealthy family. When I was eighteen, I heard you preaching at a service during Lent. When I heard your teachings, I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to God. When we met, you told me to donate most of my belongings to the poor and you gave me a plain robe in exchange for my exquisite gown. This was very hard for me but I knew that this was the first step in dedicating my life to Jesus. I knew that I would receive the ultimate reward in heaven. You helped me live according to the Gospel. Even though my parents wanted me to marry wealthy and into nobility, I told them that I would be married to no one but Christ. I dedicated my whole life to Christ at a young age because I knew how strong my calling was. When I was eighteen, I left my parent’s home to live with Benedictine Nuns in San Damiano. Shortly after, my sister, Agnes who was only fourteen, joined me. Since I was born shortly after the Western Schism in 1045 which was the
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
I Still remember that day so well, the day when my perfect life ended, The day it was hard to breath. A couple of days ago, I was 15 and had that thought that I had the world figured out, Was most likely to be valedictorian, was the star quarterback on my school's football team, and of course had the most loving parents I could ever wish for. But that day It was a cooler day in late March. The wind was blowing softly, and the air felt dense in that airport. Lukas, my brother, was on his phone; while I ran around out of pure boredom finding anything I could do. We waited for hours, our Mother and Father were on a vacation for the past week and they were finally coming home. Lukas, my older brother and I waited with our grandmother beside us as she took care of us that week. The plane got delayed over five hours at one point, then it went off the radar.
“Avery,” My younger brother, Anthony, yelled in my ear. “Mom said it’s time to get ready for school.” I opened one eye only to have his crystal blue ones find mine, he then proceeded to jump up and down on my bed until I finally sat up.