Reflection Essay

During the four day weekend I did a lot of things. On Wednesday night I had conferences and that went well, my parents were happy with me. That night we watched volleyball on TV. On Thursday I played outside with

When I first got accepted into Stuyvesant High School, I heard countless of rumors stating: “Oh the workload is terrible”, “The competition is so fierce” or “Out of schoolwork, extracurriculars, or sleep: you can only pick two.” I found it hard to let it faze me, since I graduated from one of the most prestigious middle schools. However, the rumors transformed into reality when I stepped into Mr. Nieves’ Freshman Composition Class. The workload at the beginning of the year was brutal, coupled with assignments from other core classes that seem unaware of the workload of other teachers. Reading assignments were a regular, and there were journal entries and occasional quizzes to keep us in line. What made it bearable was the friends I made in that class; everyone had their own opinion about the topic we were talking about, and listening to other perspectives really broadened my horizon and enriched my learning experience in Stuy. Another thing that this class has taught me is the importance of time management, a skill that I will carry on for the rest of my high school career and life. When I choose to sign up for Mr. Nieves’ AP American Literature class in my Junior Year, I was hoping to relive the discussion-based lesson plans and meet more outstanding peers. I was not disappointed, to say the least, reflecting through all the experiences at the end of the course. The lesson plans he laid out for us were an interesting mix between small lectures and class output, and what I

It took me three times to get use to riding a bike and after I got it down, we decided to head out down the block to Independence park on the bikes. This was the only park in the city that had a mix of a skate park and traditional park. We would usually hang out in the playground since we did not skate. When we got to front of the park we set our bikes down by a wooden fence that separated the grass area and parking lot. Isabel and Bianca had rushed out to the swings and I did some snooping around the park. I was always curious about my surroundings when I went out since I did not have that luxury to be out or play when I would have wanted to. I loved taking in the scenery, the beauty of the nature, and the flowers. They were my favorite thing about visiting Independence park. I was walking around this fence that surrounded the playground until I had reached the restrooms. I noticed this huge brown paper bag sitting on this phone booth. I was secretly freaking out cause I was curious to what was inside. My mom had always told me not be a traviesa (naughty) and that I should never touch what doesn’t belong to me so I rushed off to Isabel and Bianca to tell them about the bag. I figured I needed some partners in crime for this. When I got to the swings I was very out of breath I was a pretty chubby kid growing up, but that still did not stop me from running, I enjoyed it a lot actually. As gathered myself together and took in a deep breath Isabel yelled, “What is it? Why are you running so fast?” I looked up to her and said, “There is a brown on phone booth just sitting there. It’s so strange no one is here at the park and it is just there. Why?” She gave me a look as if I had said the most uninteresting thing on the planet and continued to say, “Okay? Why does this

When I was 20 months old my partner in crime was born. Kensey Kaitlyn McKee was born March 7, 2002, and little did I know my life would be changed forever. I was not an only child anymore I now had a little sister who needed all the attention. Once Kensey was old enough to walk and talk that’s when we really started to have fun. We once got in trouble for wiping diaper rash cream all over our walls and mirrors, it was a disaster but I’m sure we were having the time of our lives. Another time we put our new kitten in a cooler in 100 degree weather for hours, and then finally one of us remembered where we had put her luckily the cat was just fine. We always had so much fun. I feel so bad for my parents at one point they had two toddler

In the afternoons we had time to ourselves. A lot of the times a group of us lounged by the pool. One day I went to Universal with Mom and we explored Harry Potter world. Another day I went with my friends and we went and saw Adam Lambert perform. We laughed and joked at team dinners and lunches, but when it

This weekend I, personally did not have much planned. The only activity I attended was a seven-hour dance tryout for the Foley Falconettes Dance Team. At the dance tryout, all the people were made to do learn a dance, jumps and leaps, the splits, and stretch plenty therefore people wouldn’t hurt themselves. I needed to attend this to figure out what team I will be attending this for the winter. After my seven-hour dance tryouts, my family held a campfire. I could sit under the stars and listen to the campfire crackle.

I ran across the street and almost got hit by a two bicyclist, I pick up the newspaper lying on the bench dated May 18, 2007. As I flip through the paper I see the obituary of my mother, I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence, this was my chance. I sat down on the same section of the sidewalk I sat before, although now it has many cracks. I repeated under my breath “May 16 2007” several times until finally I was placed on the same street corner again. I’m almost too positive it's the right date so I run down the street and take a left then I take two rights until I approach my driveway. As i’m just about to open the backdoor with the key that’s kept in the seat cushion near the door I realize my parents don’t know me, and I can't just walk in. I head behind the garage to strategize, I came up with the plan that i'll knock on the door and talk to them about a lost dog for a while, hoping to push back their schedule enough to prevent my mom from the

This summer I hung out with my friends a lot. We went to eat, drove around, and went to the drive inn. My friend Kara and I went to the river many times this summer. On the Fourth of July we went to the Niobrara, and floated down the river. Kara, Kenndal, and I all went to Chamberlain on Kenndal’s birthday. In Chamberlain we went to Dairy Queen, went to a rummage sale, and saw the dignity statue. I had a very fun summer with my friends.

This past summer was comparable to the past summers. I was with my friends and family tons. Sunday nights were the nights my friends and I would drive to the outdoor movie theater,

My decision on a major field of study at Western Michigan University was a process that took much thought and reflection. With my high school teachers’ strong leadership, they inspired me to possibly pursue anything as a career. The long process of finding out what I want to do with my life started in the summer when I was trying to figure out what career would best suit me for the future. Im that kind of person where I need entertainment in my life, so I narrowed it down to some jobs I can't do, such as being a business major and sitting in a office my whole life, and accounting, because I despise math. During my thinking process, I utilized what subjects I enjoyed in high school that I’d like to learn more about in college. I came to a

One day my mom had a innocent idea that turned into one of the most traumatizing experience of my life. She decided to take us to the mall but, little did I know that I would get lost. It began as we walked around, I noticed a new toy at the toy store. I went over to look at it, I picked up the toy and said “look mom it talks”, but to my surprise she was gone and nowhere to be found. My four year old mind went into panic mode, as if it was running around in circles. A few moments later a kind lady comes up to me and ask if I was lost. I answered yes and she took my hand to look for my mom. It was soon after that I found her, I quickly ran to her and gave her a big hug. As I began to tell her how scared I was, I had tears rolling down my face.

It all started with a bike, let me tell you how it all started…. It was a calm day, my brother, Blake, his friend, also named Blake, and our nanny Rebekah were all riding bikes. My brother’s friend was using mine, so I had to ride on the peg of my nanny’s bike. So we were riding when suddenly,”CRASH”! Next thing I knew, I was on the sidewalk. “AHHHHH,” I screamed in pain. my foot had slid into the bike wheel (it hurt). My brother came running down the hill screaming, GARRETT! My nanny layed me down on the couch. My brother’s friend suggested I watch bike fail videos to cheer me up, and it worked! After that I was on the couch for pretty much the entire day, but the first thing that came to my mind, MOM.I was afraid that my mom would fire Rebekah for what happened.

Having my mom work in a different town was difficult for me as a child. She always had to make sure that I was with a family member. Usually my mom chose to take me to my grandma’s house, where she had an outside playset. I loved the playset because it had swings, a sandbox, and a slide. Seeing the swing, I thought it would be a good idea to see how far I could jump off the swing. As soon as the idea popped into my head, I jumped on the swing as fast as I could. Pumping my legs as fast as they could go wasn’t easy. The next thing I’m on the ground

I remember my first day of daycare I was very scared. I wasn’t ever a really talkative child with my tiny vocabulary. I was an over thinker I thought ahead of time all the possibilities all the consequences. As it turns out all of the other children were turtles sticking close to their parents scared of every one not willing to come out of their shell. However one boy stood out more than the others a black boy who was in the corner shaking in fright tears like waterfallscoming out of his chocolate colored eyes. About five minutes later my mom left for work and I went over to the black boy. “What’s your name J-Jermaine” “Avery”.” “Avery Luciano.” A young man around his mid-twenties called “here” “Jermaine McCoy” “H-Here he said” A month has passed since we came here and things have darkened.

My story starts out my verry few years before I started kindergarten. I was a little girl born on April 16, 1998 on a rainy day. My grandma always told me that the entire day it was storming, but the second I was born, it stopped. I was born into a loving family. My mom was a new teacher, my dad a hard working construction worker, so we didn’t have much money as I grew up, but I didn’t care. I had an older brother that always liked to scare me. There was one time that he put on his halloween mask and jumped out from behind the door; I didn’t go