Dee! dee! Dee!. I awake to a beautiful fall monday morning in Brooklyn. I got a text from tommy he says he’s got a ticket to tahiti first class he says it a two way but the return is in two months. It’s all inclusive unlimited dives unlimited food. I gracefully accept the offer in a panic the flight leaves in 5 hours from john f kennedy in uptown. In panic you grab the bare necessities for tahiti sandals and your whole collection of shorts why pack shirts it’s a beach. I rush down the hallway I smell my neighbor’s cinnamon rolls as I run knowing it’s the last time for while that I smell that yumminess, I run and make it to an open elevator and manage to get cab it's about 12 in the afternoon traffic is going to be nightmare. After a 40 dollar
“ Park right there so we can be right next to the store.” “What flavor are you going to get” Nish asks. Cherry coke I reply. I walk into the local 7 Eleven on Garth road and greet Sal. “Hola Dorianna medium iced-tea lemonade as usual?” “Not today Sal” I replied. I walk to the corner of the shop where all the slurpee flavors are and get a big gulp. I slowly pour the cherry coke flavor slurpee into my cup and go to the cashier to pay however, once I arrive at the cashier, I realized that I forgot my wallet. Without thinking twice about it, I decided to leave the shop with my slurpee. We left the shop and stood outside of 7 Eleven and just slurping our slurpees.
It's Saturday night and I'm in my snug but not skin tight blue spaghetti strap floor length dark royal blue dress, all ready to go out to a very fancy restuarant. Old Country Buffet. As my friend and I climb out of my car in a classy like fashion, we realize that the line to Old COuntry Buffet is at least 50 meters long. "Oh My God." I say as my lipstick chalked lips fall to the floor. Glancing over at a fast-food pizza restaurant, my friend and I look at each other. "Uh huh." We both say. Pizza is better than some buffet anyway, I thought. About five minutes later, some friends of hours emerge from the middle of the centidpede like line and come up to us. I almost jumped in hyperness. "WHazzzzzzup?" I say in such a polite way, sticing my tougue out in my dress.
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
Throughout my four years in high school I have been fortunate enough to fulfill many of my aspirations and my thirst for knowledge. One goal that I would like to achieve is to become an international attorney. I have aligned my involvement in specific academic and extra-curricular activities to aid me preparing for the long road between my present situation and the day I pass the bar exam. Through my high school activities I have learned three virtues that I have deemed necessary to achieve my goal, passion, self-discipline, and perseverance.
I wake up to the sun shining through the window and the faint laughter from my family downstairs. It's the first day of our annual trip to Rhode Island. I lie in bed for a few moments and think about one thing. Rhode Island. I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here. I glance at the clock and it is only eight in the morning, but everybody is already up, enjoying breakfast, and getting ready to head to the beach. It's not supposed to rain until later in the day, so hopefully we can enjoy our day at the beach before it rains. I eventually make my way out of bed and tiptoe across the frigid wood floors and join my family downstairs. Everybody is up except my brother, Thomas.
We exchanged hugs, kisses, and delight and went to bed that night with smiles that could last a lifetime. Getting a job at Chick-fil-A is my most valuable achievement; not because of the hard earned money it brings me or even the free food, but the powerful lessons and values that I have learned while at work and will be able to apply into my future profession as a pharmacist and until my very last breath. One slow Thursday night, a silent man trudged in, came over to my register, and ordered his food. I smiled at him, looked into his indifferent eyes and asked him how his day was. “I’m fine.”
Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, the feeling of being free from high school finally sinking into their minds. Forgetting about all of their problems for the night, and letting loose. My mom always says that I’ll regret this when I grow up; not living the full high school experience. But what is really considered the “high school experience”? It is just going to parties, homecoming dances, prom, and being in relationships? How cliché.
It was a warm day in August, the cool air washing over my body as I enter the building the bell ringing as I enter the building to SA. I wave to the cashier I forget her name now, but she had kind eyes and her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. I continued back towards A&W and picked up the brown trays on top of the trashes, as if by instinct. I pushed in the door, said my hellos to my coworkers and walked the trays to the sink. It
*These four old guys (definitely into their late sixties, early seventies) sell cars at one of the dealerships on the boulevard. I would bet fifty dollars that they all work for Cadillac. They come in once a week, on Friday afternoons. They love me. They like to give me a hard time, ask why I don’t love them anymore, when I’m going to run away with them, etc, etc. They are caricatures of car salesmen but are obviously unaware of this. They hold court in Eat Well like it’s 1965 at the Sands, talking in loud voices and telling stories about one another to each other. (“This guy here, one time he says to me, ‘Paulie’…”)
One of the biggest lessons I've learned is to never give up and that everything in life happens for a reason. Throughout my entire life my dreams have been put down by society, wether it was a coach, friend, or family member. Everything I gain is because of me and only me. When I started my first year of high school, I knew I wasn't ready to maintain my academics, my social life, and my sports schedule all at once. I was completely intimidated by everything occurring in my life at the time.
During Spring Break I went to Memphis, Tennessee with a couple of friends. The first day we were there we decided we wanted to have some of the Memphis famous ribs. We did not know which restaurant was the best one to go, but with some research online we found this place called Rendezvous. It had five stars on Yelp and Trip Advisor and several good reviews. People were saying they served the best ribs in town, their service is great, and the location is very interesting. All these were green lights for me and my friends to go there, so we did. I was surprised to see that the place seemed like it had not change a thing since 1948 when they first opened. They have a unique vibe, memorabilia all over the walls, and the aroma of great barbecue. There were several people in line when we got there, but the place and the smell made us stay and wait in line to get a table. After asking for a table they gave us their menu to see. This helped us get ready
Every day John travels into London but today was going to be a very different day he was flying to New York on a business trip to a meeting with all the top doctors in the world. The alarm did not go off and he overslept, he missed his train to the airport and had to get a later flight. As he settled into his seat on the Jumbo, the airhostess offered him a large black coffee. He read the papers and then closed his eyes. This afternoon was going to be the first meeting and he didn’t want to be tired.
At the start of the new year at Options I just couldn't get it right. I was off task because I was using a computer;therefore I had a somewhat slow start.
“Ring, click.” You heard that right, that was the sound of sadness. That alarm means only one thing it is Monday! The first day of the week which means I have five days of school sigh, but wait what is that outside? I can barely see, but I can tell it’s white outside, wait what is that? It's snowing! “We are going to have a snow day!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran through my house!
Something that a student would never like to hear, is being told that they are going to repeat the same grade, again. I have gotten this news in the 8th grade, I had failed the final exam to more on, to high school within the regular school year but, then going to summer school and retaking, English class, and retaken the final English exam again. Still failed it, which was horrifying. Going to the last, day of summer school to find out my result. To find out if I passed and moving on to high school. But that was not the case, as I from out.