The Worst Day Of My Life

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

I reached the entrance of the school and the surroundings felt different. The hallways were usually crowded, filled with students trying to get to the next class. The hectic hallways were hazardous, with heavyhearted . The receptionist in the office told me where my testing room was. My proctor took me to the third floor of the school and she gave me the test. I went through the reading and math portion in a hour, although I didn’t understand the math. I was told that I was doing the Writing on Monday. When I left the building, my mind and body felt as if someone emptied out my insides, but there was no pain, just emptiness. I wasn’t sad, just

I had learned my lesson yesterday and instead just made my way to the library. The back of it had tons of loaded bookshelves and the front had desks and computers. I glanced at all the books as I walked to the very back and rested against a bookshelf. It was so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat and my thoughts were my own. My head still throbbed, but that was to be expected. I pulled out a novel from my bag, Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. It was my favorite and I had read it more times than I was willing to admit. It was my go-to book whenever life was being a pain in the ass and today it was definitely

Sitting in class eyes closed shut as if I'm at home in my tempurpedic bed with my favorite fluffy pink blanket and big fluffy pillow.  As my math teacher starts the lesson I hear nothing in my head but silence.  Then suddenly from pocket I feel a beating causing me to jump up startled.  Staring at my phone firm wondering who this could be calling me.  I raise my hand to go to the restroom to answer this unknown call.  I swiped my phone across to answer the call, "Hello."  "Hello Daija Talley this is Sarah I'm calling from Beaumont hospital, we were calling you today because your mother was rushed to the hospital this afternoon and we cant get in touch with anyone." said Sarah from Beaumont hospital.  My heart stopped as if I were going into

The buzzing of the bell echoed in the crowded hallway. It echoed even louder in my ears. The sound of footsteps followed as the high school students rushed to their classes. On my own, I stood there with my textbook in my hands as I skimmed through paragraphs one after another. I tried to soak up as much information as I could but I knew better that it was all in vain. It was hard to concentrate with my heart pounding loudly in my chest. “I’m going to fail” I told myself as cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Nevertheless, I kept trying to make sense out of these scrambled words in front of me. Midway my mind began to drift. I could almost see myself in my room last night, lying on my comfy warm bed with the phone in my hand. I remember

When I got to my locker, I realized I only had two minutes to get to class. I grabbed my ridiculously heavy binder and went to class. First hour was my favorite, but today it seemed never ending. We were working on fractions and decimals, my worst subject in math. On top of that, the thought of anything happening to my mom was sickening. I was so glad when the bell finally rang, but when I got to my locker, I realized it was jammed. “Great,” I thought. Just what I wanted to have happen right now.

I want to share with you one of the hardest day of my life. A good Friend, and excellent person was taken from this earth. He was only 20, and didn’t get to enjoy the moment when most people officially recognize you as an adult, turning 21.

After what seemed like the longest day of my life, I got home from school – the most dreadful place imaginable to the average teenager – and lugged myself as well as my backpack full of heavy books and overdue assignments through the front door of my apartment. Not being able to take another step, I dropped my bag and the weight of a long strenuous day off my shoulders and crawled into the living room. There I lied trying not to think about the mountain of homework I had yet to finish, all while my body searched for the tiniest shred of energy to get up, dust myself off, and continue with the rest of my day. Not even a few seconds went by when suddenly, I heard a loud, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!” booming from my computer speakers. As if rising from

Del always told me to write in a journal to record important events….as he had. I always thought it was a waste of time, but after what I’ve seen…it seems fitting. Simply put:

ld meet someone who will always be there for me and love me for who I am. Every time I think of that day it reminds me of how lucky I am. My greatest love was to be a mother and have a loving and devoted husband who gives me support in difficult times. I wanted someone who had strength, knowledge, and compassion. This is the reason I married my husband, Sergey, who did all those things for me and more. He is a good person with great attributes. I am also grateful that I had parents who took care of me when I left to go to America. They were my support when I needed it. It was hard leaving them because I had lived with them throughout my life. My parents made me who I am today. I know they raised me well and I am thankful for all they have done. My husband's parents have given me compassion and welcomed me with open arms. For that I will always be reminded of how I should raise my children. I wanted to have a baby, which would be the greatest day of my life. When I gave birth to my daughter, Rosie, I felt as if something in my life forever changed. The day she looked at me was a day I will never forget. For a mother it was as if the world was an entirely different place. It felt like I was in heaven.

At a very young age, I would experience something that I will never forget for as long as I live. The events leading up to it would also be something that scared me. The worst day of my life was the morning of my 13th the birthday I had spent the night with my best friend Chris at his house. The night before his family had thrown me a big birthday party because they would not be there on my actual birthday. Only Brain, Chris, and the house staff would be there. I spent the night there because Chris had planned a whole day of fun starting with breakfast in bed. But little did I know that the day he planned would never happen all because of a fight. Words that should never have been said, words that came out of anger. That night after the party we went the garage to play his grand piano. The fight started when Chris my best friend of 13th years told me that he was going to stop his Chemotherapy because he was tired of feeling weak and being sick. The only other words I remember from that night were" Yeah go ahead kill yourself by quitting chemotherapy" those words I would come to regret the next day and every day after that. After I said what I thought I need to say I headed to the guest room which was connected to a jack and Jill bathroom. The next morning, I woke expecting to be surprised with my best walking in with a tray table of my favorite breakfast foods.

This was the scariest day of my life. Well it kinda turned into weeks. Anyway, let me tell you about my most frightening experience. It all started with a really fun trip to the beach. My cousins and I were splashing around in the water and having a blast! We loved jumping in the waves and playing in the sand. We also had surfing competitions where we would see who could stay on the board the longest. It was the best week ever! It was sad to end the trip but I think I was ready to come home. What I didn’t know, however, was that I wouldn’t be home for several more weeks. I helped my parents load up the car. My sister Lily was 8 and she was having a breakdown about leaving. She too had cousins that she only saw once a year. We got in our old suburban, said our goodbyes, and left. The car ride was 4 hours! I was already tired of being in the car after the first hour, so I started counting down hours until when I knew we would be home.

It seemed like just an ordinary day in Corpus Christi Texas for Sam Anderson, but it would end up being the most unusual day of his life…

With no other choice left, our whole class took an early morning hike to the other side of the school to get to a vacant classroom and the rest of the first period proceeded slowly. Periodically, I glanced at the clock and then at the door, hoping that someone come into the classroom with some good news. That never happened. As I pondered about whether or not I would have the chance to grab my