my weekend essay

year again. Memorial Day weekend was finally here and that means one thing in any Hesse’s mind- the annual Molacek Fishing tournament! More importantly for me, I was finally able to spend time up north in Bemidji at the lake with my entire family again. After the grueling three-hour car ride crammed with my family of six, dog, and what seemed like enough luggage for the entire summer, I had finally made it to my sanctuary, Beltrami Shores. The moment I stepped out of the car my world was made of green

Why More Weekend Activities are Necessary When walking around campus on the weekends, whether the weather is nice or not, you encounter very few people if any. You can’t help wondering where everyone is. You ponder maybe they went home or they are going off campus with their friends to go to the mall or party. It is not beneficial that numerous people leave campus on the weekends. If students stay on campus, they are cooped up in their dorm rooms all day not wanting to leave. A major aspect of

During this time of my childhood, I had no clue as to what they were fighting over. But I did know they’d been going at it often lately over my Step Daddy’s drinking so that was the assumption. You see, growing up where I’m from Old Grand Dad isn’t just some loving, fatherly male relative who lived with you in your house’s spare bedroom. And Wild Turkey wasn’t just a free-range fowl that likes to run around on the outskirts of your property. They’re a serious problem where I come from, and the

There was once a time when I was naïve about stereotyping and racism. Up until my teenage years, the notorious monsters had been elusive. Then one weekend, I came face-to-face with the disgusting monsters, rearing their hateful heads; capable of momentarily depleting love within a blink of the eye. Because of my shocking encounter, I am now cognizant of the ignorance that persists in the world. A valuable yet life-changing lesson in racism and the effects of stereotyping influenced the way I

didn’t change my life. The sweatshirt did look pretty nice though -- it was a lovely deep maroon with two white triangles that overlapped. But anyways, the design of the sweatshirt (no matter how cool) is irrelevant. The life-changing event occurred just this past weekend, and I unfortunately, cannot narrow it down to a precise moment. Ever since the day of the winter retreat was announced, I had been counting down the days until December 9th. I was ready to spend time with my friends in my small group

Miles tell to everyone. They do not tell that they were with her the night of her death or that she was intoxicated when she left and drove her car. Finally there is the lie of where they are going for the weekend they pull off the big prank. They all lie about where they are going for the weekend so they can all stay in a barn and plan their prank. There is many lies circulating through this

experienced more friendship, love, disgust, and sadness at one time than at my time at a Rotary Youth Leadership Award camp (RYLA) this past summer. Everyone said it was not going to be as bad as I thought and that I was over reacting. However, they were only half right. I thoroughly enjoyed every second at RYLA, but I also wished I was at home. The journey started months prior in one of my classes. I just happened to be the first junior my teacher saw when looking for a student to attend. I immediately said

especially during a long weekend when a monday away from school can be an indispensable time to relax and enjoy a break from the grind of AP classes and 40-minute prompts. Therefore, my family and I decided it would be great to spend the long Columbus day weekend in New Hampshire with my grandparents and cousins. My family has made this voyage probably over a hundred times in the 17 years I’ve been alive, enjoying weekends and school breaks with the rest of my family. The weekend kicks off with a tedious

All that was left was the bathroom and my bedroom. I snuck into the bedroom, wielding the sharp knife in terror, and bent over to look under the bed. No one was there. I silently released my breath and turned toward the closet. I opened the closet carefully and switched on the light. Again, no one was there. I had one place left to look: the bathroom. This

per inspection. That’s over $1500 per week! Despite the great pay, I had been unemployed for nearly a month before starting this job and because of tool costs to get started hadn’t taken home much during my first week as an installer. The first paycheck I received had an error in it. I was told by my Manager at the Paducah Office to call the corporate office and talk to payroll directly and they would handle it. I regularly heard new employees being told, “Call payroll and ask for an advance”, not just

When I opened my eyes, it was just like any other day. The first thing I did, was close them again. I had always loved to sleep in. I could never bare the thought of leaving the comfort of my bed to the cold, harsh weather right away, yet alone to come to school. “I can only delay the inevitable” I thought, as I regrettably rolled out of bed to begin the long day ahead. I made my way towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, making sure to say hello to my dog, Gabe, as I passed by. Upon entering the

Deedrick to ask for an exception to policy for his men to cover the weekend, particularly because there was an MWR ski trip planned for Friday 11 MAR 16. CPT Ferriter eventually decided it was not prudent to make that request and never asked MG Deedrick for the exception. (5) It appears a second officer in the Company, the FSO 1LT Finlay, was also confused as to the application of the policy to the B Co Rangers for weekend. In his statement (Exhibit 11)

others for his own well-being. Troy- is a bit of a party animal, he tends to do reckless things, is in a relationship with alcohol, doesn't really care what others are doing and will Setting: As I wrote down in OneNote earlier, it'll take place in my character's father's lake house, somewhere in rural America. The house will be very large and there'll be a forest outside so this gives us some room to work in. I'm going to write down a play outline in OneNote so we're all on the same page and can

9/2/16 This year in 8th grade so far is going wonderful. All of my teachers are amazing and are great at helping me with my work. I can not even explain how great they are. One thing that I want to try to achieve this year at school is getting all of my homework done and turned in ON TIME. Next, I would love to try to keep my grades up to at least...A's B's or C's. Third, I am really super excited to try out to be in this years production of "High School Musical"! It will be a lot of fun if I make

jealousy pinch her heart. She never even had the chance to run toward the toys, away from her mom who would be blowing kisses. Her mom had always ran away first before she had the chance. “Okay gather around children! The skies were beautiful this weekend! What did you all do?” Ms. Anissa beamed at the children gleefully. “Oh! Oh! Ms. Aneeza!” Little Bradley began, mispronouncing their day care leader’s name, as usual. “Daddy took me out to the park! We played on the swings and from the top of the

It was the last weekend of my summer vacation before entering senior year. All my life I have been spending my summer vacations in my beach house on Contadora Island, a small paradise off the coast of Panama. Everything on the island is joy and serenity. It had almost become a tradition for all the island residents to go spend the last weekend there. I had a very close friend who also had a house in Contadora. He was the most caring and gentle person I have ever met. I would regard him as an example

All throughout my life I was just an average kid who did average normal activities. I was never very sociable or outgoing, but I still had a close group of friends. I wasn’t very confident in myself nor was I very disciplined. My life basically centered around video games with friends and sports. I participated multiple sports such as cross country, nordic skiing, baseball, and track. As I grew older I naturally became more confident, disciplined, and outspoken but not as much as I would've like

Weekend at Reagan’s Sixth grade was a tough year for me. It was the year I decided I didn’t want to go to my mom’s every other weekend, so I did whatever I could to get out of it. On one particular weekend I asked my friend, Reagan, if I could go over to her house. She said yes. Out of all my friends, Reagan was the only one as small as me. We had the same sense of humor, but she was much more outgoing. She was easy to hang out with, even if we weren’t the closest. That Friday I packed my backpack

My best friend and I decide to go camping, it was supposed to be a regular long weekend with her at Gennie Springs. The only thing was that we did not count on the issues that it could bring to us. It was a Memorial weekend and two days before the weekend we planned everything to travel 5 hours away from home. The plan was just go camping, spend time with nature, and disconnect from the world. We did not plan that the park was for crazy parties, we also did not plan that the police will stop us,

Luckily, a bunch of our other friends come over to help. Everything starts to come together and for the few hours we decorate, I forget all my worries. People start to arrive and everyone looks amazing in their costumes. It turns out to be a great end to a horrible weekend. It is everything I am hoping for, music blasts, people dance and drink. People will think I am so cool and when we go back to school after break, everyone will be talking about me and the party. I am loving life and finally feel