In 2013, I started my first Drama Club officer position. I was a sophomore in high school, full of school spirit, excited about what the rest of high school was going to be like, and full of worry about where I was going to be living in the next month. Our house was being foreclosed on, the only home I had ever known. It was the house I grew up in; and it was going to be gone in the blink of an eye. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal, no one was dying and it is, after all, just a house, but for a 15-year-old girl who had never known anything else, it was huge. One day after school I came home, and my mother was frantically packing, tomorrow was our deadline, we had to be out and the panic had set in. I was scared and very sad. Watching your entire life be condensed into one moving truck is a very difficult experience. It's humbling to say the least. My mother and I didn't sleep that night. From the moment I got home, to 8 pm the following day, we worked, we packed, we loaded, we unloaded, and we cried. Energy drinks and anxiety are all that kept us going. It was hard! Six a.m. rolled around and people started waking up and making their daily commute. Everything was normal to them. I was running around, trying to get everything in order while my world collapsed around me. Everything made me jump! Every truck going We were still a family. It was just a house. It was hard to grasp at first and some days it's still hard to understand because it had been our home for so many years and so many things, both good and bad, had happened there. But the things that had happened there, the memories, had happened with people I still had. Every memory was still with me. My discontent didn't go away immediately, however, the generosity of my aunt and uncle, and the fact that I was blessed in having a mother who was both strong, realistic and optimistic helped ease that way of thinking from malcontent to
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
I was sitting down in the muster room inside the police precinct. The muster room is a room where the officer gets orders, information, and meetings. My post advancer was explaining something about some explorer’s academy for the summer, but the room got louder and I was commanded to quiet down the room. “LOCK IT UP “I yelled and everything got quiet.
Their house was very unfamiliar, it did not feel like home nor provided the sense of security that I needed at the time, and to be honest I broke down the first couple of weeks because the atmosphere that I would feel around the house was quite strange and unwelcoming. The fact that I did not have my parents with me made me feel miserable and vulnerable, I never experienced those feelings inside of me, I did not how to react, and the only solution I found practical was to shut down my emotions. Do not misunderstand me, I would talk to my parents on the phone every day, but as you may know it is not the same as to interact with them physically, and to have them in front of you. Before moving in with my uncles, I guess I did not realize how valuable my parents were to me, I thought I was independent from them, since, until that point, I was able to manage my problems by myself without needing their
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
Throughout my four years of high school, I have made many decisions that have impacted my life, both positively and negatively. From deciding to push myself in academics or learning how to drive, each decision is important in its own right. Ever since freshman year, I have been a member of the Montour Musical as a member of stage crew. A lot has happened since the first time we opened the red curtain to perform How Sweet It Was. Because of my hard work and dedication, I made the decision to become the stage manager of this year’s musical, Young Frankenstein.
4:30 a.m. My aunts and uncles started to arrive at my house. The phone rang and it was my uncle calling to tell us that he wasn’t going to be able to go and to not wait on him. So we started to load up the trucks with food and supplies. It was now 5:00 a.m.
When I was five years old, I was terrified of being left alone. I was afraid to ever be by myself. I had to be around other people or I would have panic attacks. Our dogs somehow had gotten out of our backyard. My mom, my sister and I got in the car and drove around the neighborhood looking for the dogs. My mother drove by our house to check if they had got back yet. My mom told me to see if the front door was unlocked. As I was walking across the front lawn, she drove away. When I was walking towards the house I didn’t hear my mom tell me that she was going around the block and that she’d be right back. To say the least, I panicked. I remember running down the dusty dirt road after her brown jeep thinking that my mom left me and would never see her again. Feelings of fear and abandonment filled my body, and I ran down to the highway screaming with tears streaming down my face. When I finally got to the highway I sat down and started to sob. A lady in a blue car pulled over and asked me what was wrong. She was concerned so she had me get in the car and drove me to my house. We sat there in the car together until my mom came back home. My mom thanked the lady for being so kind, grabbed my arm and pulled m...
I had no place to call home. My mom had not come to visit me one time, and I had only received a hand full of letters from her. She told me in those letters that she was sick, and I couldn’t live with her (She died of cancer a little over a year after my release). My twenty-three-year-old brother was a drug addict, so I didn’t want to live with him. With no place to live, I would end up in a state halfway house or some other type of group home. For someone who was about to turn sixteen, this was a lot to deal with. The last two hours of my bus ride, which were supposed to be the happiest part of the trip, turned into the worst. The tension in my heart was almost unbearable now. It felt like someone had reached into my chest and was clinching my heart in an angry fist. My eyes teared up from the
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
When I was a little kid I was fascinated with the way the Police Department did their duty I began playing as a Police Officer at the age of five; my first role was a Chief in the game in Criminals vs Police game a small old-fashioned theatre in my birthplace of Nacogdoches in United States, Texas was where I would spend most of my free time, and summer vacation as a juvenile.
It was summer and I was in my room playing games and then my parents came home and yelled “kids come down stairs we have exciting news for you.” My siblings and I came down stairs and heard the news that we're going on a vacation to Florida. I was excited at first because I had never been to Florida,but when I heard that we're going by plane I started to get a little nervous because I'm afraid of heights, and I had never been on an airplane. Later that day we started to pack our luggage and put into the car for tomorrow. That night it was hard for me to get any sleep because I kept tossing and turning thinking about tomorrow, and being afraid getting on a plane for the first time and flying. We got up that morning around 6:00 a.m and made our way to Shannon Airport for our flight. The drive to the airport was a quite long, and I was bored and there was nothing to do. As we were still heading to the airport all I could think about was that I was seriously about to go on a plane for the first time. I was excited because I'll finally be able to be on a plane, but I wasn't mentally prepared for what was about to happen.
This year was my first year at Hahnville. I walked into everything at once, so many classes, so many clubs to join, so many grades to keep up, and so little time in the day. The one thing I knew I wanted to do was theatre. I was in Talented Theatre and being on stage was my passion. And the HHS Theatre Department wasn’t the little-kid-theatre I had been used to. No, this was the real deal. I wanted to be apart of it.
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.
Earlier this year death hit me hard. I had never experienced a funeral before, never been close to a family member that passed away, and never had anything bad happen to my family at all, truthfully. Until that one