What Does Dilema Mean To Me Essay

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

As I stepped into the mud room to take off my bright pink rainboots, I knew something was not normal. As I glided onto the sleek wood floors to grab a crunchy after-school snack, I hear my mom descend down the carpeted stairs slowly, becoming aware that this will not be a normal “how was your day at school” conversation. I raced to the cabinet to grab my fix of Goldfish and I sat down on the floor to get a little snuggle time with my dog before my world was turned upside-down.

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning; I let it play a little more as the alarm was my favorite song. Instead of being cranky by the alarm, I bumped to it. The birds chirped from all angles, the neighbor’s dogs barked at each other, while he was too busy mowing to lawn. But, I was in a terrific mood anyway. The blinds, slightly open, let bright sun rays hit my floor, while the A/C blasted. I slowly got up, and let out a loud yawn. Bones cracked at every single body joint. The pleasing aroma of coffee and the savoring smell of eggs filled up my nostrils. I put both feet down, and head to the pull-up bar where I hang on it for a few seconds, stretching out my spine. I turn my head toward the calendar to make sure today was the day. Indeed it was, reading the month of July with 2008 written in big, bold letters. Butterflies filled up my stomach with goosebumps everywhere.

I attended school regularly, associating myself with the same group of friends. Social statues were not yet established at such a young age, although there was one girl in my class named Shanese who nobody ever seemed to associate themselves with. She was new to the school; quiet, unobtrusive and she always seemed to have a melancholy attitude. Similarly to many other students in the class, I disregarded Shanese and continued with my normal activities until one day when I decided to pursue my curiosity about this discreet girl. It was time for recess, and I told my other friends to go to the swings without me. Instead of following them, I made an effort to introduce myself to Shanese and invite her to the see-saw with me. She agreed, with a seemingly uncertain response, most likely because nobody had ever approached her in such a way. As we silently made our way through the tire pellets to

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

It was on one of the few sunny days Oregon allotted us during it’s wet and dreary springs, and my skinny fourteen year-old body was brimming with enthusiasm. During the entirety of the car ride up to the high school, I squirmed impatiently in my seat, cracking my knuckles, taking long, drawn out breaths, checking and re-checking that I had enough equipment for the hour I was to endure, and focusing my mind on the task at hand. My mom had barely shifted the car into park when I threw open the door and raced inside the building, giving a brief wave goodbye

She smiled at her father’s note. She then sighed and started getting dressed. She decided on something simple. A short red skirt with a gray tank top and red and gray jacket. She pulled on her sandals and brushed her hair. She put on minimal make-up, since she didn't really need it. Then she grabbed her bag, phone, and an apple to go. She hopped in her car and headed to the fifth school she had ever attended.

I woke up one morning to a bright, sunny day! It was 8 o’clock on a Sunday and I’ve never felt more energized. I could finally get stuff done! I had a list that’s long enough to start at my house and end in downtown LA, but that didn’t discourage me one bit. I jumped up and brushed my teeth and had a quick breakfast.

It wasn’t the first day of school, and it was no longer my new school. It was just an average day in high school. I went to my classes and took in depth notes, the only class I was looking forward to was AP English and it was cancelled for the day, due to Mr. Peters’ health. Even lunch was boring. Anna had band practice, so I found myself a seat in the cafeteria by myself. Even though English was cancelled I still expected to see Tanner around the school. Yesterday it seemed impossible not to run into the kid, but today he was just as good as being invisible as I was. Not one time did I even hear a mention of Tanner or Grace. It was if yesterday never happened and they had never

Troy middle school is the place where I call the school. In these vast walls are the history of every single event this school has gone through. With a population of 1,500 students there was one girl that knew me best. Or that's what I thought. I was leaning on my blue locker ,well mostly blue because it has paint peeling showing the old grey color it used to be. While, my friend Jacob was telling me about how he and his girlfriend were doing lots of stuff together. It made me wonder how my relationship with Brittany was going because I never talked about her like the way Jacob did.

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.

It all started on what seemed to be an average December day. My mom drove me across the road to school in the morning, I went through my day in Miss Small’s class, and boarded the bright yellow bus after the day was over. I never expected that anything out of the ordinary had occurred during my adventures at school. But a little while later, I would come to realize this wasn’t true.

“Alright guys, let go over the answers to these questions and quiet down.” The loud and familiar voices bring me back to the high school classroom. I look around and everything seems to be the same to me. I know the boy who sit in front of me, his name is Andre. I can recognize a lot of my classmates faces, but I don’t know many of their names and I haven’t talk to them before. My math teacher is about to go over some algebra questions, but a lot of my classmates are still chattering. I sat near the window and had nothing to do after finished my assignment early. I know that it is again a boring day for me just like any of other day. Daydreaming became what I do sometimes when I was very

I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon, the sent in the air constantly flowing under my nose. Today is a super important day and i’m overwhelmed with excitement. I slipped on my best dress shirt and my dark pants. Walking out to see the vast of food laid out on the table. Mom must have spent at the least of an hour in the kitchen, and looking at the great amount of food it must have been half our pantry. As I sat on the fold out hair in front of the old plastic table mom gave me a kiss on my head and gave me my milk. She sat next to me and told me to eat up before you had to go, “i’ll see you later, supporting you while you're on stage” she said in her stale voice. I just smiled and stuffed my face with bread and bacon.

The morning was as clear as glass. The sun shined through my window, waking me up from my sleep. The air tasted like water, as if I was tasting the Earth. I sat up to put on my slippers and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and dressed to get ready for summer school today. I recently started, so I don’t especially know my way around. At the same time, I never wanted to go to summer school, but my teacher said it is mandatory to go, or I will get held back from grade level. Now that I finished getting ready, I walked out from the bathroom to the kitchen.