An Important Day to Remember - Personal Writing Four years of my life (including two at playschool) had finally culminated in a very exciting day for me - my first day at school. Waking up on that Monday morning however, I had no idea just how exciting it was going to be… Two years of my brother's stories about school were fresh in my mind, some sounded amazing, but some were downright scary - like the myth surrounding many schools - something about bullies, heads and toilet flushing. Nevertheless, I could barely wait to go. Looking back I can't believe I wasn't more apprehensive about the first day. Sure, there was nervousness and tension, but the sheer thought of going to what seemed like an adult place overcame that fear. The day started off as well as could be expected, I wasn't a complete loner, sitting on my own table, and the teacher seemed nice, although one boy had already got on the wrong side of him - a couple of moderately harsh words and he was flooding the table in tears. We were given a guided tour of the school, it seemed like acres and acres, but I'm sure if I went back now, it would seem like Toyland. After the tour though I felt more calm and relaxed, which is more than can be said for some. It was obvious as I looked around that many missed their parents; and that boy was still crying - something of annoyance to some, but humorous to most! Break arrived and I was chatting to no end with new found friends about teachers, older brothers and sisters, pastimes and Sam Golden (a.k.a. the cry baby!) At the end of the fifteen minute break, I was again sat promptly at my seat, awaiting the teacher to re... ... middle of paper ... ...e earlier goal, only that Louis and I had switched roles. Remembering what Louis had done earlier so well, inspired me to try and do what he had previously performed. I slid the ball through the defenders legs, and then ran, perhaps faster than I had ever run before, after the ball. The defender had no chance of catching me as I approached the penalty area. I looked up, and seeing that Louis was in space I played a sublime pass straight to his feet as he smashed it into the top-right hand corner. Despite the fact that we lost the game miserably, we left the game in high spirit. I was awarded the prestigious Man of the Match award, as the whole team congratulated me. I climbed into bed so overjoyed that night; the award was on my desk. I fell asleep peacefully, dreaming about the season that patiently lay ahead.
The next fifteen seconds seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. When I
About an hour later, I took a break to get some soda and some fresh , dry air.
let out in front of the boys for fear of becoming even more of an
To me, Veterans Day is an important holiday because it bring attention to those who deserve it most yet get overlooked. I feel that any person willing to put their life on the line or in stressful, complicated circumstances for the betterment of others deserves praise. In my opinion, veterans are the unsung heros of this nation and stand as inspirations to all, including myself.
The need to memorialize events or people can be a complicated task. It is nearly impossible for one person capture all that that event or person meant to the world.In order for a person to be honored with a statue of museum to memorialize them, they must have really made an impact on the world. More often than not, people forget the grave sacrifices that were made by the many people who came before so that we can live how we do today. Three factors that a group or agency should consider when memorializing an event or person and in creating a monument are, respect, sacrifice, and size and location.
I was done with my homework and done being an introvert. I would come out of my room just
After the timer went off, I grabbed my potholder and reached inside.
The car waits outside along the driveway its engine purring and windows rolled up and horn hacking away. “All right, we’re coming you don’t have to wake the bloody neighborhood,” yelled out Wendy leading the way towards the red tinted window car covered in dents and muck. “Stupid, idiot,” braked Wendy even more perplexed as she glances up and down the drive takes a beeline towards Megan. “Did it ever occur to you to book this trip at night and not during the busiest time of the day,” express Wendy. Megan rolls her eyes, “It’s what I could squeeze out at the last minute,” she blurted back a little bit annoyed. “Then you are losing your touch little grass upper,” responded Wendy who for the first time showed some inkling of a smile. She took
Waking up to a new day. As I rise from my bed I look off into the distance of my bedroom. The bedroom of my house, my very own property. I sit up from my bed, and start contemplating whether or not this is all a dream. But no, this is reality. My reality. I thank you lord for another day it is still very surreal where I am in my life now. 30 years old, living in a 3 story house with two beautiful girls, twins as a matter of fact. A gorgeous view of the world around us, looking out the windows of this gigantic house you can see nothing but beauty. Life at its finest and purity. I always keep a bible and a cross by my bedside and never forget where I came from. The real me, is me. That will never change. Nor will it ever impact me as a father to my beloved children.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
Jimmy looked around. The rest of the class was already seated and ready. Sitting on the right of Jimmy was a fat brown haired kid named Karl. Karl snorted when he laughed and Jimmy thought that to be funny. Karl was Jimmy’s other friend. On the other side of Jimmy, was an enormous and tall kid that always used to pick on Jimmy. He was called Max the bully by the rest of the class.
As I sat up and looked around, I realized that I must have been asleep
It was a week before Valentines Day in 1987. I was nine years old and
Wednesday, October 13, 2013 is a date I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for a month. I was so excited about having so much freedom, that I was driving every day, with no hesitation. I was invincible,or so I thought. This day changed my thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina, since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way, so to say. It was just another rout home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but, it was definitely the last.
My high school years came left, without noticing that I had not even found myself. It was like I had walked through a long hallway and never gave myself one thought. Never really found the person hiding inside of me. It was always about everyone else, what everyone else needed, and what everyone else thought. Never really caring about what I thought, but honestly that 's how I always liked it. During my last days of high school I would see everybody crying and making plans for the summer, but to me it was like it was just another summer and we would come the next year. It hadn 't hit me that, that year was my last year in high school. Senior picnic came, the senior panoramic, prom, senior skip day, and last, but certainly not least, graduation.