The Day Of My Life

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

Today was Thursday and I was dreading going to school because I use to think life of a 5th grader was STRESSFUL l . And I wasn’t ready to be a 6th grader no time soon. Walking down the cold hallways of Hancock Elementary staring at the people I called friends and others I didn’t know. Being the first one in my class like always I was very quiet and shy and i didn’t talk much and I liked it that way , Waiting for my best friend Tatyana to get to class so I wouldn’t

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

I feel sick when I wake up because my nerves are getting the best of me. I get up and pick out my cutest outfit. I'm scared that the people at this school won't like it because who knows what they'll say. As I'm getting ready I daydream about what could happen today at school. My father has already left for work by the time I was ready to go. My mother kissed my cheek as she handed me my lunch telling me little motivational things in my ear. I walk down to my corner to wait for my bus to come. There's a

Starting the day, my sister and I were rushing out of the house to the car, so we sped down the road. The day was steamy and hot, and you could smell the fogginess falling down from the sky. We slowly got out of the car, parked by the activity entrance, we simultaneously glanced at our parents, I could feel the anxiousness spewing from them. Then we picked up the pace and opened the school doors, as I walked in I saw Jordan, a previous varsity player now senior, crumble to the floor

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

It is November 4th, one of the longest days of my life it seemed. I woke up that morning to get ready for school, and I told myself, “One more day. Just get through today and your patience will have paid off. The best things are worth waiting for.” Though I told myself that, it was very much easier said than done. That day felt like it never ended, each class seemed to drag on for hours, and the bus ride turned from an hour and twenty minutes to a whole day. When I finally got home, I ran into the house and kicked my shoes off so fast while still running they flew across the room and hit the far wall I was so excited. My mind was running at a million miles an hour, gathering my gear, retrieving my clothes from the scent free laundry

Anyways, school didn’t mean much to me the only thing I could think about how excited I was because I have waited for this day for I don’t even know how long. School goes by in a flash and then we head to the library for Mrs.Cornek’s 7th period social studies class and just about 15 minutes into the class I see my mom but I didn’t think that it was her at first. At first I didn’t even realize her but I then figured it out after she was waving her hands up and down and screaming SAMMY J in front of all my friends and embarrassing me. I begin to wonder why she was here but not for long because I then hear the loudspeaker go off about 30 seconds after she arrived and it announces “ Can we have Sam Josselyn to the office prepared to leave.” All of my friend begin to ask me where am I going but I didn’t have an answer I had no idea. I rush out of the classroom excited I get to leave because it was a snore fest and I was so ready to leave the second I got there. I immediately run up to her and give her a hug and thank her for saving me. As we are walking to the car I ask her where are we going and she said we are going to get your nails done, get your hair done, get your makeup done, and your eyebrows. I don’t say anything not even a thank you just a really big excited smile that I only have gotten when I was 7 and got the American girl doll that I

Nearing the end of the school year is when unfortunate set of events took place. Spring break had just ended. The school season was almost over with summer vacation lurking right around the corner. I was overwhelmed with excitement, I had spent an entire week deprived of the place and friend I favored most. That morning I ate my breakfast so fast I practically choked. I walked onto my bus with the biggest grin on my face and as I entered the double-doors with an extra spring in my walk-skip step. I entered the classroom early enough to greet my beloved Cindy. Only to my disappointment, her desk was empty. Unaltered, I walked over to my desk ready to begin my day. Just as the announcements that signal the start of school began out of the corner of my eye I caught Cindy walking in I waved to her and received no response. I did not catch the red flag, perhaps she did not see me I thought and continued on with my day. Although I tried motioning towards Cindy with no prevail I was not fazed by it. Writing, math, and science preoccupied mind throughout that morning.

Everyone needs some form of escape from reality. While this varies from person to person, with the entertainment business booming, it is safe to infer that many find their comfort with movie theatres. Many of these people like to be engulfed by the story of their movie. My escape, however, comes from just being inside the theatre. There is something magical about theatres that keeps bringing me back.

I’m so sorry that I couldn’t journey through life with you like an ordinary mother and child. I’m sorry that I couldn’t lead you through life. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you when times were tough. I’m sorry that I left you as soon as you were born but I had no choice. The day you were born was the best day of my life, truly, I finally knew what it meant to become a mother and it was astounding how much responsibility I suddenly had on my shoulders.

Thursday, September 15, 2016 was the best day of my life. Earlier that day, I handed in a paper titled Passions and Desires. However little did I know, that God was going to reveal incredible things to me and the passions and desires I had written about where going to align with God’s kingdom. Thursday, September 15, 2016 was the day I experienced God’s kingdom and His shalom here on earth so beautifully and perfectly.

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

A week had passed and I told myself at there was nothing that I could do about it, so I went to school. I walk in, bags under my eyes, bright red eyes, runny nose, my head is pounding, no makeup, sweatpants with a sweatshirt. The bell rings for us to be dismissed from the cafeteria, onto first bell. As I walk, I tell myself it is going to be better, maybe it is for the better.. Maybe he was right from the start.. I had felt myself kind of start to drift apart before it had ended, but I thought maybe I was just