My Favorite Year

Eighth grade was my favorite year. Partly because it was easy, and partly because I had classes with my best friends—but it was mostly because it was where I met him. The first day of school he was a stranger. I could tell at a glance that he was introvertive, from the cross of his arms, from the way he walked, and most importantly, from the way he didn’t talk. To put it bluntly, he was the most uninteresting person at school...but that was what made him the most interesting. We’ll call this boy

sun shines. My favorite time of year is Fall because of all the Pumpkins, and celebrating Halloween and I get to celebrate thanksgiving. The first reason why I like Fall so much is because of all the dazzling pumpkins. My favorite thing about pumpkins is Going to the pumpkin patch and picking out the perfect pumpkin. For me the perfect pumpkin would have a bold orange color, and it would be immense, with a perfect slender look. Me and my family have been going to a pumpkin patch every year since I was

focus of my essay is my favorite year. At 16, what could cause a girl to feel like this is the best year of her life? There are three reasons that make this my best year. The first reason is because, for the first time in my life, I felt comfortable in my body. The second reason is my mother gave me a birthday party, that was more amazing than words. Lastly, this year was great because I started driving. All of these, moments through this year, added up to be my best and favorite year. I had always

It was my favorite time of the year, autumn. I stood in the student section at one of our football games as a gust of wind brushed through my curly blonde hair. The aroma of my friend’s hot chocolate carried its way towards me. For a moment I closed my eyes and let my thoughts disperse with the chilly breeze. When I looked up the sky was particularly clear, the stars were shining down on the field unlike any other night. My friend Rose and I decided to walk back over to the concession once half time

Oh, October, my favorite month of the year. For many reasons, October has my heart. It holds the peak of Autumn, my dearest season. It is full of festivities such as pumpkin carving, haunted houses, and of course the traditional dressing up on Halloween. It also holds a large amount of anticipation for Thanksgiving and Christmas, which is debatably better than the holidays themselves. This year, October holds these things along with much more for me. I have experienced a lot this October, but this

My favorite time of the year was coming to an end, as I had to say goodbye to those worry-free, beach-bum summer days. Summer had passed before my eyes and it was now the start of my sophomore year in college. I was enrolled in a couple psychology classes for my major and a Geology class that would count towards my GE. The semester before was not the best, as it had a negative impact on my grade point average. So here I am again, another semester hoping the same thing does not happen again. I wake

My favorite time of the year was winding down to a close, it was the last meet of my Junior track season. We loaded up the bus on a Thursday, the last day of school and headed toward Bismarck. I had never attended the State track meet and I was more nervous than I’ve ever been before. I was ranked 2nd in North Dakota for javelin. Being ranked that high is good in the fact that you know you belong at the meet, but at the same time it is terrifying knowing that you are either a champion, a runner

This year in P.E we had a new teacher named Tyler Ray. I came into school thinking oh this teacher is going to be terrible, because I loved my old P.E teacher Miss. D, but it turned out to be my favorite year for P.E. I can safely say that I grew in my faith and my physical strength because of Mr. Ray. 8th grade was by far my favorite year of my time at GHCS, just because of my class being so fun and everyone being close which made the year awesome. In 2nd grade my teacher was Mrs. Terborg, I

Christmas was my favorite time of year growing up, but not for the reason most people infer. To most kids the presents were the best part of the day, but my favorite part was having a minute long conversation with my father. Although he’d ask the same questions every year, I didn’t care. Being able to talk to him made up for not being able to see him. I’d always dream about what It would be like to have him around during our conversations, my imagination would dance around the thoughts of the perfect

Most people, if asked, would say that they have worked for something in their life. It’s a common thing to have to do. If you want something you have to work for it in most cases. That is a trait that I learned very quickly growing up. My parents made me work for everything I wanted, and they made sure that I knew that good things come to people who work hard and remain selfless. To me this is a very important part of the person I am today, and the older I become, the more I realize that not everyone