Weekend

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

and daily practice. The cross country team has always felt like a family. Specific events were held just so athletes would feel included. One of these events was called the weekend getaway. During the weekend getaway all the athletes would get on a bus and head to Sibley State Park camping grounds where we would enjoy a weekend of running and activities. Board games, canoeing, and swimming would take up most of the day. The team captains would work especially hard to get the older

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,

could not get the bar to budge. i and then told come to immediately pull or relieve Unit 125 from there call and start them code 3 to southbay from downey and they had an eta of 20 to 25 mins. i then my ETA would have been over an hour as during the weekend there is only 1 manager on day and night to cover the whole county. i even though 125 was in route code 3 i stayed on the phone and was troubleshooting why this bar would not slide out. i had 1 crew member pulling on the bar while one was even kicking

Once, 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 approach the world today

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 free from all the

Today is the first day of may long weekend and I couldn’t be more excited. It’s our last year of highschool and what better way to celebrate than going to the mountains for the weekend and camp with all your friends. So me and my friends Hailey, Ava and Jaiden crammed into my rusted worn down 1997 Subaru Outback and headed towards the Canada’s most beautiful mountain town, Banff. We live in Calgary so the drive isn’t long at all, I’d say we take the mountains for granted too much. We passed the towering

Weekend Simulation – Reflection Paper What did I learn about myself? Quite honestly, for few reasons, I had some reservation about this simulation. For starters, the remote simulation kind of scared me just because of that reason, it was remote. I was curious how it would be to have majority of the members work remotely and I was even more scared of how we would make decisions every 50 minutes. During the last simulation at campus, it was stressful although we all were in the same room. However

There was a soft wind blowing that morning. The birds were chirping in the trees and the glow of the rising sun tinted the sky with shades of yellow and orange. As I walked to the car, I could feel the soft breeze pass through my hair so gently as if an angel ran its fingers through each strand. I paused for a moment to enjoy that delightful feeling before I began my journey to work. On the way to work, began to think of the guy that has stolen my heart. Every song that played reminded me of him

fired or yelled at farther. Being in such a stressful and negative work environment soured my view on DC. The whole time I was in this situation, I just kept thinking how I was so much better than them. I was a Christian who didn’t get drunk on the weekend, or yell at people, or walk around with a scowl on my face. I was obviously the better person. But one day I had a conversation with this strict staffer that changed on my worldview not only about her, but about DC staffers in general. Raquel had