The Day Of Homecoming - Original Writing

All I want, and all I have ever wanted, is for people to view me as a leader. Someone you can come to for advice when needed, or one of my best qualities, to make people laugh when they are feeling down on themselves. In September of this year, 2017, I was chosen as one of the candidates for Homecoming King. In October, I was chosen to be the Homecoming King. I could not have been more honored to be a representation of my school. A teacher had seen me working as a student helper in the main office, and just had to tell me, “Kurt, congratulations,” I replied with a gracious thank you. She then went further to tell me, “ It is so nice when good things happen to good people,” replying again with a compassionate thank you. Then, it had become apparent

Embracing plastic bags and shouting at a loss that cannot be compensated are the melancholies experiences in life. Lots of mothers pray and wait anxiously at the door to take in their heroes. Afterward suddenly, they lose their hope when seeing the green plastic bags along the floor. The poem “Homecoming” symbolized the young soldiers who have died on the battlefield and subsequently brought home in body bags. The soldiers intensify the sadness in this poem as they perish in a terrible way instead of supplementing their lives while getting old day yet day. In this poem, Dawe explores repetition in “all day, day after day” to emphasize the arrival of a nameless body which is hence different from the heartfelt joy extended to a loved one. The

Throughout the novel “Homecoming,” the effects of the slave trade on the characters are explored. For example, Quey, the son of Effia, feels the pressure of carrying on his father’s slave industry in the midst of struggling with his identities. According to Quey, “he was one of the half-caste children of the Castle, and, like the other half-caste children, he could not fully claim either half of himself, neither his father’s whiteness nor his mother’s blackness. Neither England nor the Gold coast” (Gyasi 55). Quey makes it clear that he struggles to find his place in the world because he could never put an identity on himself. When asked to accept a position in his mother’s village, Quey was not enthusiastic about it because he had

Once the alarm went off, both girls groaned wanting to sleep for another hour. Unfortunately, dinner with the Hollis' was happening very shortly. Both girls got out of their bed and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Carmilla washed her face as Laura brushed her teeth, vice versa. Once they we're woken up, Carmilla walked over to her dresser while Laura walked over to her closet. Laura pulled out a lovely form fitting black dress that showed off her neck and her toned arms. Carmilla slid into her infamous leather pants, threw on a black tank, and topped it with a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "Hey Laura, can you pass me my red heels?"

On her head, she donned a short, black, and slick bob. She cut her hair that way in order to look classy, even only at certain angles. This morning, it was a struggle to keep the stray hairs in place, so she skipped taking a selfie. She had many times proudly called herself ugly in front of her friends, but can't stand the ugliness she was seeing in her reflection. She wanted to be paler, skinnier, taller...

My reflection mimicked my actions in the bathroom mirror as I slowly straighten my hair. The process never exceeded fifteen minutes, reasonably because my hair was naturally dull. Slowly, I flicker my eyes towards the mirror out of curiosity. There was something about the lifeless look in my eyes, that even makeup couldn't cover up. The previous nights events flash across my mind.

‘Homecoming’ is a poem written by Bruce Dawe during the Vietnam War. ‘Homecoming' was composed in 1968 when Australia was against war. Political decisions resulted in the dismay of the general public because of the uselessness of Australian soldiers being in Vietnam at the time. ‘Homecoming’ is an elegy that was written as a lament for those who fought and died in Vietnam. The poem ‘Homecoming’ by Bruce Dawe is a virtuous example of Australian anti-war poetry, because of Dawe’s attitudes and beliefs’ about the senselessness and tragedy of war that are portrayed in his poem. In ‘Homecoming’, Bruce Dawe uses numerous poetic techniques and language features to build his attitudes towards war.

The football game was the most exceptional event of this year’s Homecoming because it was at Dozer Park. This was the second year that the Homecoming football game was played at the Chief’s stadium. Having the game at such a large venue brought many people out to watch. The energy of the crowd was another thing that made the football game even more exciting. The atmosphere and intensity of Dozer Park made watching the game exciting.

"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality"-Walt Disney. This not only applies to life but also to us students. Whether it be working as a team on the field, building a float, or simply persevering through simple school work. Mr. Walt has a point. We all have our own ideas and visions but when we get together and unite we can create something truly magnificent. Disney movies actually teach us important life lessons that maybe we missed in the ignorance of our childhood but can now understand if we really look. Homecoming on many levels connects us if we put effort into it and try as a whole to inspire our team. "All it takes is faith, trust, and a little pixie dust" as Peter Pan puts it. Now we might not have pixie dust but I'm sure we can make up for it with enthusiasm. Disney is truly a company that inspires us. We can use that inspiration to create. It's up to us.

Emma stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite. Her head lolled down to one shoulder casting her long auburn hair onto her faded t-shirt that was two sizes too big. It hung so low that her shorts only just peeked below the hem, a fringe of denim cut-offs. Her stunning green eyes lit up as Georgia

The camera came to life showing my image on the screen. A lightly tanned girl, roughly 5'3'', looked at me, with my own heterochromatic, dark brown and pale green eyes. Arceus, I was a mess. I took a moment to straighten myself out. Nothing much to do for my grey running shoes, covered in dirt, but I did manage to brush off my saturated red knee skirt. Silently wishing I was wearing shorts, or jeans, or really anything that wasn't a skirt, I turned to my top. The black tank-top, wrinkled like crazy, but not too dirty; straightening it out and dusting it off took not time at all. My thick, brown hair was a tangled mess. I couldn't be bothered to do more than run my fingers through it a few times and throw it in a ponyta-tail, before putting my black, gold-trimmed derby hat. Examining myself in the screen again I sighed: better, still a mess, but better. Pressing the

This year, I hope to make it fun. I really look forward to going to all the home football games and maybe some of the baseball and/or basketball games. Sadly, I am not involved in any activities. I am apart of the Ready Set Teach program, though. I plan on interning at one of the middle schools with a math teacher. Right now, at the beginning of the year, I am mainly looking forward to homecoming. I have been saving up since June for a very expensive dress. Senior year: got to go big or go home.

Standing at the doorway with me she begged my mother to let me relax my hair, she would actually be the person doing the application but she wanted my curls gone, I wanted my curls gone too and after all she was Jean McCord, my aunt, the family’s self-proclaimed hairdresser. “Please Brenda, it’s a mild one just so the curls will lay flat better.” As she winked at me, we both knew I wanted my hair bone straight and she would have it no other way herself. “The children sing tomorrow and we cannot have her hair standing everywhere she has to sing!” My mother reluctantly agreed knowing my aunt was going to do it anyways. That is how she is, it is her way or the highway. Not only was my aunt the hairdresser, she was the

Abbie’s makeover followed, hers turning out almost as bad as mine. Strewn about colors, and caked on powders smeared across her face. We looked at each other horrified with the final product, Abbie belting out that obnoxious laugh everyone had known her for, nearly knocking me off the steps in the process. Tears streamed through our freshly done makeup, making our makeup appear like battle wounds.

Last September at Murphy High School during homecoming week I ran for homecoming queen. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. All I knew, is that I wanted to win and experience something I’ve never experienced before. I always thought it was so amazing how the queens dressed up with their crowns and sash, walk across the filed during half time of the homecoming game with their dads. Not only but walk in front of the entire football stadium filled with fans. Taking the pictures would’ve been my favorite part. While Papering for the voting day is was a lot of hard work while working a part time job and going to school a full 8 hours a day. From posters, flyers, candy, and t shirts homecoming week was much occupied.