my best birthday essay

want to pursue. As senior year drew closer, the business field became more enticing. Furthermore, my aspirations were significantly impacted on the evening of September 14, 2016. I woke up that day and left for school as if it were any other day. After school, I drove to the softball field because we had a game and it just so happened to be Senior Night: the last home game. When it came time for my first at bat, I stepped up to the plate and hit a line drive between the first and second basemen

clowns, and everything in between. It wasn’t until my 23rd birthday that I finally opened my eyes. My mum and I were never really close; furthermore, our relationship dwindled as I sprouted into my teenage years. On my 23rd birthday, after what seemed like an eternity of maternal absence, we ran into each other in Central Park. The encounter was strange, yet jocund at the same time. After greeting her, I pulled out a pack of smokes - Marlboro Gold was my choice of poison. When she saw what I was doing

stuffed animal while they sit on your lap. You have to teach other children how to be kind to each other by demonstrating kindness to the children and the other aids in the center. When paired up with a student that may get on my nerves I have to calm my nerves and watch my tone because if children see you talk rudely they will think it is acceptable to talk that way to people. When something happends or is said in the center that should not be I wait until we are out of the center and address it

It’s Leonard Peacock’s eighteenth birthday. On that day, he planned to give each of his four friends a gift. Then he planned to kill his former best friend, Asher Beal, with a P-38 WWII Nazi handgun which used to belong to his grandfather. After that, he planned to kill himself. Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock has been on my TBR since I learned about the anti-bullying week. It was on the recommended reading list. I also knew that this book deals with mental health and depression. Somehow, I was in the

This is more than a line from a song that has been stuck in my head constantly, but a lesson I have learned throughout my life so far. One of the earliest recollection I have from this, was when I was a twelve year old. I was traveling with my parents to Roosevelt Mall on the weekend, something I associate with jovial times. After eating lunch, we decided to take a stroll around the mall. We kept walking until a glamorous thing caught my eye, Apple. No, not the red,juicy,delicious apple you would

One year rolled by and E.G. and the young man have managed to remain close friends, growing individually. During this time the young man conquered his fear of driving and procured two consecutive jobs. On the other hand, E.G overcame her habit of getting lost; formed new friendships and relationships; garnered a driver’s permit; attended and graduated high school, practically acing all of her exams; obtained a high school diploma; and recently acquired a new job. Since the young man owed his accomplishments

it's definitely him. It's Thanksgiving and as I enter my grandparent’s house, I see him conversing with my aunt who's resemblance is uncanny, as he sips his glass of white wine and instantly looks up at me. It’s my grandfather, Gelo. "They're here! The girls are here!" said my grandfather Gelo. As I made my way towards their living room and embraced his massive hug. It was the first time ever that my sisters and I were spending thanksgiving at my grandparent’s house, and their excitement was unparalleled

Taylor, my best friend of almost twelve years. In first grade, I had moved schools and houses three times. I eventually moved into a duplex in Clovis that just happened to be next door to who would become the most important person in my life. We met in first grade, but for a while our friendship was the occasional conversation or "hello" in the school hallways. I knew she lived by me and one summer, being a bored and fairly lonely child from having moved schools, I continuously told my mom how

all seem to be in search of that “special someone”, or so they call it. In my experience, it never works through seeking a person out. Ask any married couple that has been together for a while if they found each other by searching for their “type”. It usually doesn’t work that way, love is usually accidental. I, being a prime example of how it starts, will share my story with you. Every year, I go to a church camp with my youth group. This is the world’s largest baptist church camp, by the name of

My great-grandmother, Flora Pearl Phillips, died on my birthday less than a year ago. The unfortunate, callous truth is that it was, for the best. It wasn’t particularly shocking, after all, she was in her late eighties. A majority of the time I knew her, Pearl had Alzheimer’s, advanced to the point where she could not move or speak. Her youngest son lived with her and took care of her consistently; but my maternal grandmother, whom I call Nana, had also been going to take care of her on a weekly