My Finale

is overrated but still in my field, in the field of art and colors, it meant a lot. I did not lacked the perspective but might be the hand of a painter. But I did not give up on that thought. I studied art, I enhanced my critical ability regarding art, I started to judge it. By 22, I achieved a degree in critical assessment of art pieces. By 25 I made a reputation and owned a art gallery. Tonight was the launch of the gallery and rather than any famous painter I had my mother to do the honor of cutting

Alex came out to me is one of my favorite shared moments. I remember it so vividly, I was at her house and she came up to me beaming, the light was bouncing off of her face she looked like she had just discovered some hidden treasure. In a small voice she asked “can you help me put these on?” She proceeded to present two tubes I gingerly took them out of her hands and opened them one was a mascara and the other was a rosy pink lipstick. I grinned so hard, I thought my cheeks were gonna fall off.

The sand felt so warm against my skin, as Robert and I basked in the sunlight. This was our ritual every Sunday afternoon. We both loved the beach, and this was a moment for us to relax, as well as have some alone time. Our lives are very stressful. I’m a corporate attorney, and Robert’s a singer-songwriter, signed with RCA records. When Robert’s not touring or in the studio, and I’m not dealing with contracts or legal documents, we like to find time for one another. He and I have been married for

It has been quite the adjustment not being able to see my baby sister whenever I want, however I am not as distraught as I assumed I would be. Watching you start a new school in a new city, with no familiar faces is an unbelievable challenge that you have conquered. While I do miss you dearly, seeing you thrive in your new environment has only made me proud. It reminds me of when you switched schools in the sixth grade and went to the Academy of Notre Dame instead of St. Patricks School. You were

Student 2? You’re probably thinking student 2 right? Well you’re wrong if that is the case. Actually, both of those students are I, James Corbett, and I am going to be telling you how Cannabis was, and can still be, a healthy, and life-changing part of my life that will and only will be for the better. First off, I am going to say this is not an essay where I am going to try to tell you all of the health facts on Cannabis, because honestly, you’ve probably read them off of an article called “War against

At the completion of my degree program at Northeastern State University, commencement exercises were rapidly approaching. As most of my classmates and friends were filled with excitement, I was experiencing mixed emotions, most of all fear of the unknown as to where I would end up. To be completely honest, I was fearful of leaving Tahlequah and Northeastern State simply due to so many unknown variables as to what steps I would take next in my life. I dreaded the fact that I was leaving Tahlequah

All The Lights I clench my fist tightly. Twenty-one blinking faces stare me down. I look down at my paper, feeling tears rising from wherever tears come from to the corners of my eyes. I blink them back. “Dormant breathing, constant searching, I am alert…..” I stumble over the last words in my poem, the class courteously claps, and I shuffle to my seat in one sweeping motion. We had been assigned to write a poem on our perception of current events in the world. Writing the poem was fairly easy

place. Or at least I thought. It only took one word to have my world come crashing down into pieces. Death. On September 19th, the day I was told, nothing seemed to have been different. I felt the same, looked the same -- everything around me was the exact same. There was no burning in my eyes, no feeling as if my throat

scrapped the undersides of my feet as I sprinted across the surface, splitting the flesh of my heels. He was coming. I knew he would. He always does. I push to increase my speed, praying silently that the house would soon appear on the horizon. An overwhelming need to reach the structure invaded my body as I propelled myself forward. A slight silhouette of a building could finally be seen between the trees, allowing hope to blossom in my chest. Just as I felt that I could make it, my foot caught on a root

do with my life as I see fit and be happy with that because I’m was not born to do anything ,but survive with the option of how to do so. One question I am asked all the time by my family is who are you and what are you going to do with your future… what are you going to do to earn a living? I’ve given it quite a bit of thought and I think the best response I can produce to satisfy the question is my personality, my interest, and