A meeting ended as I consciously took note of my hesitant footsteps towards my locker and reached the lock. Right....left...right. While holding the cold, metallic handle, I could feel the developed callus thickening on my thin index finger as I pulled it up. Click. I slowly bent down toward the floor and stored my pile of textbooks and binders into a dull green schoolbag. My habitual movements seemed like those of a robot, an automaton with no sense of its surroundings. When I slammed my locker,
When I was an 8th grader and at my house during the Chinese New Year Holiday, I had a conflict with my older sister. I had had a bad relationship with her up to this point therefore setting the stage for this turning point in my life. I was bullied by her and there is one specific moment in my life that has impacted me ever since. A moment in which I faced my bully and told someone about what was happening. At that instant, I learned three things: I shouldn’t be afraid to tell someone when something
from today; I remember that was also the longest day I ever had since there was a school activity and it was a huge gathering that made all the students in my junior high stressed and depressed. So I went home by 6:30 pm from school and immediately rushed to my bedroom to rest, obviously; I did not mind changing my clothes to “pambahay” and not even close to deciding if I should take a bath and cleanse myself to have a good and deep sleep. And then finally I went to sleep, the moment I closed my eyes
wake up, get ready, go to class, spend a few hours studying at the library, and take a break occasionally to keep up with our social lives. To me this was the norm for most days, except for the Fridays that I volunteered at the Trauma Emergency Room. On one gloomy day in February, most of the research staff was out sick. As a result, I was given the responsibility of going up to the Trauma Room alone in order to screen patients for the various clinical studies that we were conducting. As I walked
showed up at my party, it stated nearly half an hour ago. I was a little disappointed, a freshmen getting the opportunity and totally letting me down. I was actually humiliated, this couldn’t be any more real. They must not have known who I am because if they did, they would’ve been here an hour before the party started. Before I was done ranting, I saw Ray out of the corner of my eye. He was speaking with three, rather petite girls. I lit up in flames, “Why was he talking to other girls?” I thought
that was the reason I awoke on that dreadful night.The smoke was not from that of a candle nor of a fire, but rather the heavy pungent smoke from a cigarette.The unmistakable scent sent shivers racing up my spine and memories seeping into my brain.In the 25 years, I have lived only one individual I had encountered smoked strawberry cigarettes.I sat silently and pleaded that I was still dreaming, that the scent was conjured up by my imagination.And when I finally did sit up in bed I let out a blood-curdling
Scary Story I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening
of the retirement home, many thoughts began to swirl in my mind. I started thinking of the years that have flowed by me like a bullet slicing through the wind. All the years of fun, enjoyment, sadness and grief. All the moments of desire and hope I can still feel until this day. My experiences in life through the years have helped me to view the world today; in a new perspective. Some part of me wishes right now that I was raised up in this era, for the people are much more open-minded and open to
Suddenly I became Tamika One of my utmost embarrassing childhood memories would have to be the time when I was in kindergarten and Mrs. Cancelor (our teacher) was allowing everyone to take a restroom break. I went to the restroom did my business, talked as usual. We were all headed back to class, I plopped down at my desk and continued to do our school work as we were told to do. I just let one loose in class; it was silent, although it was not what I thought it was. I stood up and prayed nothing
When I was younger, I used to think that all people were good and every friendship that lasted longer than three months was forever. Now, I know that people will not always be what they seem, I might get hurt from friendships, and I have to learn to let go sometimes. I believe in standing up for yourself and your thoughts, even when it’s the harder thing to do. I stand for not letting a toxic relationship define you. This is how I believe in self worth. When I started my freshman year, I walked