The Most Memorable Moments Of My Life

I’m gonna tell you story that happen to me in the summer of 2015.But first I gotta tell you how I got in that in the mess.My story starts off on the last day of school and I only had lunch and one more period to get out of there and then it was finally summer time.I went to the table where my friends always hang out. My friend Thomas, who was tall and had crusty nappy hair.Is like the jokester in the group. He “is” always making jokes about moms and how he gets all the girls. Since it is the last day of school I thought I’ll help him out and show him he ain't nothing.So I went to go grab my friend Daisy and told her to go ask him out and see what he would do (Thomas always had a crush on her since fourth grade). So when she approached him I hid behind a corner to see what would happen..

We wake up at 8 a.m. and head to the airport, as soon as we get there we get on a plane for three and a half hours. It is 9 a.m. when we arrive, I notice that we live in one of the main parts of California, LA. Luckily it's only Friday and I don't have to start school until Monday. So on saturday I wake up and decide to go out for coffee by myself. As I am walking I receive a text from my mom and at that moment I bump into someone and fall. I get up and and see a cute guy standing in front of me, I go to say sorry but he speaks first “Watch where you're going!” He exclaimed as he walked away. I didn't even bother to stop for coffee I wasn't in the mood after that unfriendly

Do you have that special person in your life that no matter what situation you are going through they manage to put a smile on your face? There are some people in life that makes you laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger, and live a little better. For me, this special person happens to be my best friend Alexia Reese. Some of my best moments in life involves her. She is so full of laughter and joy. Her humor style is definitely one of a kind, very weird and crazy.

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

October 8, 2015, was the first band concert of the year. I always enjoy band concerts. A group including Justin Hansen, who was dating Tori at the time, Brette Bryant, Tori and me all decided to go to Cook-Out really quickly. As we pulled in Tori pointed to Henry’s car and explained how it broke down earlier and how he was upset. I thought it would be nice if we left him an encouraging note on the windshield of the car, so he would see when we went to retrieve the car later that night. They all agreed that was a good idea, so we all wrote personalized notes on a sheet of notebook paper and left it. That night after the concert, Henry sent me a text thanking me for the note. He told me how he really needed the encouragement. At that moment, I figured it would be a great time to tell Henry I liked him. I wasn 't completely sure that I liked him, but I knew I enjoyed him slightly more than just a friend. Much to my surprise, he told me he felt the same way about me. He was actually jealous when he saw how much I liked Wallace, and wished it was him. That made me feel great, because I never knew the boy in my Latin 2 class, felt the same way. As a result, we had a mutual agreement that we would attempt a relationship. I never truly saw a future for us the way he saw and by the third week, I cut off whatever we were. I tried to explain to him how I felt,

The next day I had heard Patrick was in the hospital overnight with alcohol poisoning. I was secretly glad, he deserved it. Normally, Patrick and I would figure out our plans together, but he didn’t text me at all that Saturday night. I had just assumed he was still feeling ill from that morning. At school the next Monday I didn’t see him all day until I was standing in the lunch line. He walked right past me and went all the way to the back to sit with the popular group. They laughed at him and called him “pukey” when he sat down. I got my lunch and decided to sit with my real friends that

I had feelings for Gerard, and had since the band began. But I can't tell him something that like, we had a friendship that was like no another. I loved it, and I couldn't ruin it. Me and Gerard both had our fair share of drinks before the show. So we were slightly out of it. I walked over to him, and kissed him. To my surprise he kissed back. Of course we had to make it quick. I had a guitar solo coming up soon and he needed to continue to sing. The crowd cheered. I winked at Gerard, but he shot his head down to look at the crowd. I looked back to Mikey staring me dead in the eyes. I had kissed his

I was heading to chemistry swiftly because I hated being late to my classes. Also I really liked this class so it was worth getting early as possible. Another thing I really liked in that class was my crush. I’ve been crushing on him since 8th grade and now it’s senior year and I’m still crushing. His name is Ashton and he is on the football team. I know he’s out out of my league. Anyways, I got to my seat and I noticed my usual partner wasn’t there but the thing is he never misses a classes. I told my teacher that my partner wasn’t there and she said “You got a new partner Axel”.

Later that year I found out on Instagram that Abby liked Owen and so I got mad and upset that at lunch I went to find her and I told her about that and I was mad at her until summer when I stopped liking him. But then at P.E I asked Owen if he liked her and he didn’t respond so I thought he did. Then later that day I saw him again and started to cry.

It was the beginning of your junior year at EBHS and his freshman year at CVCC. A year ago you tried dating, but he left you “heartbroken”, in the loosest sense of the word, after dumping you for what my grandma would call a hoebag. After resenting him for a few months, you become best friends, bringing us back to the start of the school year. You weren’t “Facebook Official” until November, but you had basically been dating since August. Things were going remarkably well. He came to every home football game and band competition, even band practice, cheering you on and supporting you. Every free weekend, you were together typically watching scary movies because they’re your favorite. You were happy… January rolls around and you start having doubts that your relationship is going to last. You start to see each other less and less. By the end of February, you decide that breaking up is the best thing for you both. A few weeks after the breakup, he stops by your house to drop off the book he borrowed and never read. He knocks on the door, gives the book to your

When asked about the most important moment in your life, what is the first thought that comes to mind? Is it something beautiful and profound—such as the birth of a younger sibling? Is it something depressingly vivid in it’s own way—like the death of a beloved grandparent? Is it something small that had a magnificent effect on you—discovering a lost neighbor cat led you to meet your closest and longest friend, for example? For me, when I try and reflect on the most significant and meaningful moments in my life, instead of remembering the day my mother told me that we were moving to Michigan, or my first day of kindergarten (or even high school), I seem to only be able to conjure up little insignificant lapses of time. I think of when I was 9, standing in my red rubber boots in the middle of our garden, as my mother was trying to take a “calendar picture” (she liked to get custom calendars of my brother and I to send to our relatives every year) of us, thinking to myself that I was going to remember this moment forever. I do not know why 9 year old Emily thought that moment was so important that she deemed it absolutely necessary to remember it for the rest of her life, or why my brain still thinks that it’s relevant enough to remember it just as vividly now, 8 years later; however, it did teach me one thing: the most vivid moments in my life are not the most significant.

“The most beautiful moment in life may not come as soon as you think and once you have it, it doesn’t always last forever or end the day you have it. It lasts for however long you wish for this moment to last within your own life,” read the colorless poster on the wall above my bed. I honestly thought this was complete and utter idiocy, considering the fact that this quote were to be based on their absolute perception of this world. The creator of this quote were to have been refusing to fully comprehend that not everyone is treated with the same respect as others and may live a devastating life to the extent that they cannot create a beautiful moment in life now, nor in the future.

When I was accepted into New York University it was one of the greatest moments of my life. However, growing up, I had been told by my grade school teachers that I wasn’t sufficiently brilliant and wouldn’t amount to much. I believe that’s part of the reason why I endured what I did during my attendance at New York University because I felt as if I had a point to prove. The point was that nothing would prevent me from earning my degree and that I’d be somebody one day. Amid late spring, I worked at ROSS Stores and set aside $800 to bear the cost of a flat in New York City for the fall of 2015. Hoping to move into my dream apartment that I discovered by the means of Craigslist I wound up being defrauded out of my funds. I instantly started searching for other housing alternatives and I just happened to come across an article about a former student scandalously known as the “Bobst Boy”. He earned the nickname after becoming homeless and sleeping in Elmer Holmes Bobst Library for a semester during his senior year. Our library’s basement had two lower levels that stayed open 24/7 for studying and overnight projects. Now out of both money and hope I took a page from his book, refusing to check into a city shelter I figured this was the most convenient, temporary, and safe option for me. I walked through Washington Square Park with my luggage and began to hand out clothes to the homeless women in the park and dumped anything else I felt I didn’t need. At that point, I crossed the

The sugary sands of tropical beaches, ancient ruins of vast empires, or extravagant castles and architecture are all amazing sights in this world. They are truly beautiful, some even wonders of the world, and each has its own unique experiences that make them sought after vacation spots. Massachusetts has that same feeling for me. I am able to surround myself with my with family and friends in one of the most beautiful parts of the world. If I had a ticket in my hand, I would cash it in for one road trip to Massachusetts with my family.

HAWAII: This trip meant the world to me, even though I was two when it happened. This trip was to Hawaii. Now the actual trip on the airplane was about a 7 hour flight, and according to my mom I was pretty well behaved , being two. Everyday I could remember walking across the beach with my family and my cousins. Especially, my mom. She taught me to be respectful to everyone, in spite of their faults. This is because I have my faults too. Also, the amazing day on that trip when we went snorkeling with my uncle John, this was a memorable experience. I can just remember feeling the cold ocean blue water on my skin. I can also vividly remember the large turtles you could see just gliding through the water. But the most memorable experience I