Personal Narrative: The Wappers

Weslaco is the place where I grew up, I was raised here, I have friends here everything for me is here in Weslaco.

“We pulled out all those records we used to beg our parents not to play around our friends and found an incredible wealth of music,” says Pérez. “These guys [on the records] were doing amazing things with their instruments, and we started

I recognized them at once. There was Roy, who'd been shot in the arm in the first White Raiders attack, and Leander Purneau from the cotton gin.

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.

I started my day out as any other water molecule, living my life in the sea. Until one day an amazing event finally happened to me. I finally hit waberty, known as puberty to humans. Here let me explain what us water molecules go through during waberty. The first stage is getting our great grandfather, the sun, to help us rise up into the sky as a gas instead of the state we are in now. This is also known as evaporation. Let me just tell you something before we go further into waberty. My other water friends tell me when they went through this process, one of their cousins got swallowed by a thirsty seagull. I really hope this doesn't happen to me, and that I make it out all right. Speaking of evaporation I think it's starting to happen now.

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

A few years ago, in first grade, I was in what my friends and whoever else was in the class with us call the first grade war. I know it sounds odd, but this happened. In the middle of first grade year almost every girl in first grade was crushing on Dylan.

It is raining. Again. I twirl my umbrella between my thumb and forefinger, watching as

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

To this day the decision to join band was one of the best of my life. Of

She pronounced it “wa-wa.” I turned on the water and put her hand under the running water. I spelled it out on her other hand.she then started to run around and touch everything.I then started to spell it on her hand. She had learned thirty words so quickly. It took less than two minutes for her to learn a new word. I thought she was a smart little girl. Before i was here she could barely speak but now she can form a full sentence. She could now say “it is warm”. Yes it was very discombobulated but still was a sentence.she learned very fast for being deaf and blind.

Have you ever been really down and felt like you sucked at everything? Well, I have. When I skate, I often get stuck learning the same jump over and over and over again and again, and that makes me really frustrated. When I practice, I only see other people who are at my level, so when I am not perfect I feel like a beginner. That was until one of my younger friends unintentionally taught me that I am much better than I think.

This is when I see the wide smiles of the band, this is when I know I get to go home and jump on my warm, soft, cozy bed. Getting set at the “beginning of the show” and trying not to mess up; so the dreadful practice doesn’t get longer. Blowing of the horns. hitting of the drums. feet so tired that I can barely keep up to the tempo. Success! We finish with a good ending, and Mr. Trost is giving the go to, to go on up to the “scissor lift” the yellow car looking thing that raises him up so that he can see the form of the march, yeah that thing. We call this the “Trost mobile” but he doesn’t know it. As everyone walks back we can hear the beep of the “Trost mobile” come back as it makes scary sounds almost as it is going to fall down because of the amount of weight that is on

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to