I Threw Up

Bam!! Crash!! I just lay there in shock, I didn’t know what just happened. Everything flashed before my eyes. All I remember is standing at the top of the stairs, and then I started to get wobbly. I lost my balance, and before I knew it, I was laying at the bottom of the stairs. “Are you okay,” my dad asked in a panic. He came running over to me with his eyes as wide as if he had just seen a ghost, his hands were all filled with sweat. He sat right next to me as if I was dead. “Michelle

200Childhood Reflection Assignment I grew up in a small town in Eastern Washington close to the Idaho border. Being the first born, I spent my childhood years mostly at home and at my parents’ restaurant. I pretty much grew up in the restaurant; the employees that have been there since the beginning are basically my second family. I would spend most of my time in the restaurant while my parents worked, doing math problems or napping in the back office. Occasionally, I would be babysat by a friend of

I couldn’t sleep and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. I was an insomniac despite my parents telling me I just wanted to be up late at night. Please. No one wants to be awake at 4:30 in the morning. But I tossed and turned anyway, trying desperately to get my body to rest. Eventually I decided to give up and position myself on a chair facing my window. I tried to do this when I couldn’t sleep because it was peaceful outside and sometimes I relaxed so much I fell asleep. Other times I just watched

I awoke to the shrill cry of my alarm clock. It’s hazy, red glowing face shining dully into my eyes, burning them ever so slightly. It was 2:37 A.M. The same time I woke up everyday. My eyes felt like they were about to roll out of their sockets and my mouth tasted like sour cream that had been left in the sun for too long, just like I woke up everyday. Except today was different. And today had to go perfectly. I couldn’t believe that my time was finally here. It was my day, my day to start over

and the tryout cheers had just been put on Moodle. I had already been practicing my tumbling skills at Corner House for about five months, but I still wasn’t confident with my skills. We had cheer camp for the next week to go over the cheers and how the tryout process was going to go. During the week I had gotten pretty good at the cheers but I lost my running tumbling from being so nervous. This made me so scared for tryouts and I thought for sure I wasn’t going to make the team, especially compared

David Coalson decided to enlist in the Marines only a month after his eighteenth birthday. “I wanted to be able to choose what I was going to do, rather than be told”, there was no end of the school year celebration this year. Coalson was going to something much worse, bootcamp. Bootcamp seemed to be forever but ended up flying by and before he knew it, he was shipped to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. There was problems going down in Cuba however nothing to what he was about to face. All these events, graduating

the towel or use it to wipe the sweat off your face”? Well, this is what comes to mind of when I had to use pure grit to accomplish a goal I had in mind. Grit had me accomplish something I never knew I could achieve and even gain more than what I thought I would. My journey all started at my soccer practice with my team, Washington Premiere. When I heard my teammates talking about tryout for EPD. I walked over and asked, “What is this EPD? And why are you guys trying out?” “You serious Andyn?”

“Mom, my stomach hurts,” I whined to my Mother for about the tenth time. “MOOOOOOOOOM!” I yelled in a whisper sort of way. I was sitting with my Mom, Dad, and brother watching a play in a vast theatre with only about a fourth of the seats taken. We were on a Disney cruise, and I was still in awe that I couldn’t feel the boat rocking. My Mom finally decided to have us exit the theatre and leave the dazzling princesses with brightly colored dresses and fake crowns behind. “Maybe you’re just hungry

From that moment on I knew my life was over. Since my father’s death I always thought I already had something terrible happen to me. I thought I already went through a inadequate experience that affected my life. Which means that I thought nothing bad was ever going to happen to me again. I thought that was true until April 29th 2013, one of the worst days of my life. It was an astonishingly exquisite sunny day in Louisville, Kentucky. I was in bed feeling like my head was going to explode and my

seven in the morning so I woke to the annoying sound of my alarm. I rolled to my side practically throwing my phone on the ground and sat up. I had fallen asleep writing in my journal. Yeah, i 'm 20 and still write in a journal, well. It was more like a song book, not some diary little 12 year olds write in about their crushes at school. I glanced at my phone laying on the ground that read 7:08. Well I guess I should get my ass up and get ready for this dreadful day at work. I really didn 't enjoy being