Personal Statement : ' The Place ' Blew Up The Driveway '

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

We are in the car hearing the tires move and jump, it’s just me, my mom, my dad, and my two brothers in the car. I’m listening to my music and I see my mom and dad talking. I also see my older brother falling asleep and my younger brother watching his show on our ipad. When we finally get there we are all a little tired but we don’t want to waste anytime, so we drove up to our beach house and it is huge and beautiful. It even has a kitchen.

In the morning our mom told us we were going to sell the house and possibly move to a little town named Geneseo. I’ve only been there once, to get gas on the way to our grandma and grandpa’s. The news was surprising and made me a little upset. I’d have to leave my friends I’ve grown up with.

This photograph was made to give us a closer look at snowflake’s structure that cannot be seen by normal human eyes. Snowflakes come in different sizes and shapes due to the differing temperature and humidity regimes. Snowflake has been used as a symbol of winter season and Christmas throughout the world. This image of snow crystal was photographed using a low- temperature scanning electronic microscope from Beltsville Agricultural Research Center in Maryland. The reason being traditional light microscopes can alter the structure and melt the snow samples since they are very fragile. To capture the true texture of the snow samples at high magnification, the researcher first placed the samples on copper metal plates containing a precooled

The screeching of my dad’s tires made me cringe as we turned into a forested area. The day was new and I was going away on a camping trip for the weekend with my three best friends: Carly, Jacob and Ben. Ever since high school started the four of us have been tied at the hip. We had been through so much together in the past couple of years it is too complicated to explain, but this weekend we were letting go of it all and embracing the great outdoors, or whatever. My parents dropped us off at a forest about fifty miles from the city where all sorts of people from our town camp out in the summer. After about an hour of traveling, we pulled into an empty lot to unload all of our supplies.

Ring, ring, ring, this is Jeff Flowers speaking, Cabell County is on a code RED! Students do not report. Snowflakes are magical in their own way because, it represent the history of what it went through on the way down from the cloud or the atmosphere. Snowflakes are majestic in their very own way because, of their appearance, how they start from dust, then turn into a snowflake, and how you can get a snow day. As a kid you wore your pajamas inside out. Flushed a ice cube down the toilet. You might have even left a white crayon in the window seal hoping for a snow day. Did you get the snow day you were hoping for? Here are the real requirements to get a snow day.

This'll be my and last entry before I head out So I'll try to make things short and sweet. to start things off, it was June 14?..15? i don't exactly recall the date, but that doesn't matter right now. It was nighttime and I was at my friend, steve's party, he's a country guy so we were out in the river drinking beer and all that stuff. Anyways, I decided to get some solitude and go to this bunker we used to go to when we were younger. We never knew the purpose of it,and it seemed abandoned so we made it ours. The bunker was pretty simple, to go in, there was a hatch. When you went down the ladder you would end up in this medium sized room, we would decorate the walls with pictures and add old furniture that would...sorry,

Just as normal, I started my day off in a mundane fashion. I woke up via alarm clock, of course after a couple of presses of the snooze button, and I got up. I wasn’t what some would call a “morning person,” but I needed a fair amount of primping before I could go to school looking presentable, so I begrudgingly woke up at 6:30 a.m. to put on my face, do my hair, and pick out a worthy outfit. To top it off, I took a swig of whiskey and stuffed the bottle into my bag, at the bottom where no one would see it. “I love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!” I shouted, because sometimes, though rare, they would slip into the house during the night. They were never there, but when I was younger, I made it a habit to say goodbye just in case. I was trying to stop

Every morning, there was a routine in the household. We were accustomed to have a time crunch to getting from point A to point B. Now, I am not writing about a painful or special memory. This is sort of a tranquil, nice, warm feeling memory. This memory brings warmth because this was a time before the peace between my father and I disappeared. Nothing bad happened, we would just fight all the time because we are both stubborn.

17 Bluebarn Avenue was more than a place that I lived in. This house was a place where I could feel at ease when my life becomes hard to handle. I am really attached to this house. I did not realise how much I loved this house until Thursday night when dad came home. The weather was dark and gloomy. Darkness began to drain in the sky, hiding away all the beautiful pink and orange clouds. Soon the warm glow of the streetlights began to cut the darkness. As I was casually checking my BioChip data on my phone I heard the creaking noise of the main door. I ran down the wooden stairs of the old cottage to see dad. All of us gathered around the long and solid wooden table which looked like a medieval banquet table in the middle of the crisp patterned wallpapered room. Dad started to discuss about the promotion he got this morning.

Mid summer of 2012 I met my best friend, hes some kind of wonderful. His smile can light up any moment, his eyes are like a piercing radiance surrounded by long, deep, dark brown lashes. So tall and muscular, always ready to stand his grounds or stand up for a loved one; meanwhile, a big teddy bear behind closed doors. He is unexplainable in a way, I could go on for days and he still wouldn’t be clear enough. I moved in with this man within just a few days of being introduced to him. During the big summer storm when everyone’s power was out for at least two weeks, I had no clean clothes, no way to wash my clothes, no way to shower other than to wash off the best I could, no alarm clock for work, and the list could go on. Neal Bonecutter was introduced to me by the bartender Kristie (mutual friend) at Mizway. I already know everyone has heard””

Thank God Dylan and Mykle didn’t make a peep the rest of the night. I even slept a couple of hours before quietly stepping down the ladder and continuing down the stairs to the kitchen. My craving for morning caffeine had to be satisfied. After sitting down and sipping the fresh and hot roasted brew, I started to devise a plan of action for the day. Craig counseled me that the first session with the boys should start from the beginning of my relationship with Lynn and end with our decision and reasons for divorcing. That’s what I plan to do.

Next we were off to my grandparents house. I dash through the door and hug my grandad. He sits me on top of the cream counter and smiles. He asks me, “Did you have a good day?” I grin and shake my head frantically up and down. I hop off the counter and walk toward the door only for my dad to stop me. “Autumn, don’t go outside. We aren’t staying long,” he proclaims. I sigh, making my way back into the kitchen. As I am about to sit down, my dad walks around the corner into the living room. I quietly rush towards the door and slip outside.

We arrived at the apartment we were going to stay in. I didn’t announce it out loud, but I expect all of us were thinking of how miniscule the living quarters were. One day came and went in the new home. There were innumerable things I enjoyed there, but it was boisterous and jam-packed.

A fond memory that trickles into my head when I’m on the porch is an enjoyable one. Yearly, we have a party with the same families for a weekend with their dads and daughters. It started as a soccer team then grew into a stable friendship. One of the dads has an amusing capability of cooking. Lambs chops are his specialty. Shoulder to shoulder we laughed and talked around the table on the porch enjoying each others company. We chuckled through the night and with the stars. We devoured our meal of thick, juicy lamb chops and creamy garlic bread. Pasta was served with a homemade pesto sauce for those girls of particular pallets. Just talking and singing with everyone there without cellular devices, is really what summer is about. Enjoying the view of sunsets in August and sun rises in June, the view is perfect. If you turn around towards the house and enter through the screen sliding glass door, you’ll see a kitchen with 3 stools. Three stools, 3 daughters who grew up in this house. Each stool has been colorfully decorated and belongs to each one of us. We sit at those stools every day eating breakfast and starting our day off right. Taking a left we enter the living room. The living room is not called the “living” room for nothing. It’s always alive in there with songs being sung, or stories being told, it never gets old. The living room is made up of comfortable couches and silky throw blankets from all over the place, we have an itchy