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What I carry varies with the fluidity of my emotional state. When the day can be called good, I carry friends’ hands, a good book, old photographs, two Werther’s caramels in my mouth, and a smile. When the day can be called marvelous, I carry old memories, David Bowie’s ‘Greatest Hits’ album, a cup of steaming tea, two Werther’s caramels in my mouth, another one in my pocket, and multiplying laughter. In those moments, I am the Hindu god Krishna, with the universe in my mouth. I also carry floss around on those days, when the stars get stuck in my teeth and my smile is too bright. Other days are dragged out and require a completely different layout of objects. In late May, classes play a game of Zeno’s paradox with the material and upcoming finals. To deal with the extra load placed on me, I carry textbooks in my backpack, extra pens in each notebook, a pair of sunglasses for studying outdoors, the silence of a locked room, the bubble of noise in a coffeeshop, nibbled fingernails, and pills forgotten to be swallowed. The memories of a happy yesterday start to slip in my hands, like a bar of soap between wet fingers. One by one, I forget what it means to breathe, I forget the power of smile. I become a hubble of nerves and the days seem endless. If I pause for a moment during those days, I swear I …show more content…
Then, it is a step, awkward like a plump toddler’s first soft thump on this Earth. These steps collect into a series, beating faster and faster to the rhythm of my own heart. Someone might as well call it a geometric sequence and calculate how far I have come because I’m running. Mom, I am finally running. I do not know where I am running to, but I know that the journey has been worth it. I am about to meet the other end, the person who has felt my up’s and my down’s through the miniscule movements they have felt on their
The time I accomplished something would have to be ever since I got a job myself, when I told my mom about the job she didn’t like the idea she wanted me to focus on school and helping her out at the house and taking care of my sisters. She wanted me to not worry and just worry about school but I see a lot of people my age working and getting money they earned by working and I got interested myself and for me it didn’t matter where I worked as long as I did.
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
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You hear the old grandfather clock strike one in the morning in the eerily quiet household, the only other sound was that of keys on an old typewriter rapidly keying letters and the ding as a new line was started. You could have used a computer, or even hand written the article, but there was something about your father’s typewriter that was comforting, inspiring. Looking up from your article, almost complete for the Sydney Morning Herald, you started to notice how much of a mess you had made, focusing so badly on your project. To your left was a half-eaten sandwich from yesterday’s lunch, sitting behind it was your tea from breakfast the previous morning; the milk has started to curdle. To your right were piles and piles of paper, mostly all the drafts that you kept starting over.
Away from the immense sea, white foams from the waves gather gently onto the golden shore. Now, half of a glowing, radiant light looms across the water 's horizon. The sea turns blood-red and darkness creeps up like a thief. The necklace that once reflected its passionate energy of fury moments ago now resembled a mere costume jewellery. Perhaps the loss of the necklace’s elegance and sophistication was the reason to why it was disregarded. Pity the owner did not see the necklace radiating its splendour at its peak. Anyhow, the nightfall creates a sensation of joy and tranquillity in me. Every sight and sound stimulates a sense of composure and serenity; and the effect is heightened by the absence of the noisy bustle of our daily work, only to be exposed to the never-ending music of the waves, and to breathe the fresh air instead of the stale atmosphere of classrooms. It is not easy to describe the effect of this sight; it can only be strangely deciphered in my mind. It is however, a very tangible and distinct emotion, though its allure really depends upon the reality of the world from a further point of view, away from the definite predictabilities of the world, all in which an instant becomes like a translucent drape which almost consents me to catch a glimpse of a ideal and more breath-taking reality. The worldly desires, expectations, worries, schemes, suddenly cease to exist. It is as though all of
Ever since I was little I’ve been what you would call a “high achieving” kid. I did well in school, I did well in sports and I did well in my community. I was always the first one to class, and the last one to leave the field. I was the kid that all my friends’ parents compared their children to. I was the kid with a room full of trophies and awards. In my mind, the worst possible thing I could do was disappoint the people around me. In elementary school I was involved in every club imaginable. I was in the band, I played in the orchestra, I sang solos for chorus, I was in the math club, I was president of student council, I played travel soccer, I was involved in every activity possible, and I excelled in all of them. This
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I got up early that morning due to an improper sleep during the previous night. It was due to the anxiety to start fresh with my new life. I was determined to be the best in whatever it is that I do, so that I would have something to be proud of in the pages of my life. Due to the fear of reaching late during my first day, I reached one hour earlier than necessary and decided to spend some time at KTC (Kelapa gading Trade Center) which is located right beside the University. I was hoping that time would move a lot faster because I wanted to find out about what was going to happen next. But it is a common fact that if we are anxiously waiting for something, time would seem to crawl a lot slower. When it was finally the time to head back to the campus, I hoped for everything to go on smoothly, just as how I expected it. I braced myself and went to meet Sofia, who was responsible for the new students, to inquire about my classroom. After being instructed on which room to go to, I started walking towards the class, the mixture of excitement and nervousness start to fill within me. I started to feel like standard 1 all over again where I was a little kid who didn’,t know where to go. I didn’,t know anyone in the class except for Diksha who is my childhood friend.