Abandoned Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip. The class of 2015 had been working all year selling food at lunch and sports events and carrying out fundraisers. The first time I got an inkling that my friends would not be true friends was when we were planning the trip, we were choosing rooms for the trip and I asked my best friend, “Hey, we could room with each other on the trip!” To which she replied “Oh I’m staying with someone else and we can’t have 5 people in a 4 person room.”. When I asked where she thought I could stay she said “Well I don’t know.” I was torn, I had just been betrayed by my best friend, I had been treated like this before, but I just put up with it and somehow I had a feeling it would not be the last. Instead of being in a room with my best friend, I was assigned a room with three girls I did not know well. In the long run being in that room was one of the highlights of the trip for me. The next event that told me I needed to find true friends happened at the airport. We were flying Southwest, meaning that when we got on the plane, we could choose our own seats. I prearranged for my friends and I to all sit together so we could talk on the plane by asking them “Can we sit next to each other on the plane?” my friend replied “Well we can sit near each other, but I am sitting with them (referring to my 3 other friends who were all guys).” I thought to myself “OK, we will sit all together and it will be fine!” when we got on the plane everything seemed fine, we were …show more content…
That evening was also rather uneventful, however, it was not as much fun as it would have been had my friends been genuine friends, we just did
It was a few days before I left for school and my best friend, Kate, was throwing a good-bye party for our group of friends. I was so excited for this bash seeing that it would be the last time our group would be together for a while. It was a time for all of us to move on and embark upon futures that held so much for all of us, and to say farewell to the people and memories that had shaped us.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
It was my birthday and mom had planned for me to go to Six Flags. My birthday is March 21st, it was spring, so it was getting hot outside. I didn’t like it but why not go to Six Flags on a hot and sunny day. I brought some of my friends with me because who wants to be at Six Flags with no one at Six Flags with you. I brought a friend from school named Jeremiah and my cousin named Jeremy. Jeremy slept over at my house and
My Freshman year was a rough time for me. It was my first year in high school, and things were so much different than what I was used to. Everyone had their clique of friends. It seemed like everyone knew who they were and where they belonged. I was struggling to find my own place in the school. I was only 14 years old and it’s okay to not know who you are when you’re that young. But when I got to high school, I began to have a lot
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
Spring 2012: finals coming up, everyone getting ready for semi, talk of summer plans. Meanwhile I was on my couch recovering from my broken leg (my cast was up to my mid thigh). I had to take a week off of school according to my doctors so I spent a lot of time on my iPad waiting for someone to post something in “8 Green Girls”. Nothing. I was bored out of my mind. When it came time for me to return to school naturally I was excited for all my “friends” to see me again (and for me to see them of course). I arrived and went to my science teacher's room and sat in a wheelchair waiting for friends to visit and keep me company. I think I was only visited by four friends in total. They didn’t even stay to keep me company. They came. They saw. They left. That was it, nothing, it was definitely not what I expected.
A year went by and I started fourth grade. I absolutely adored my teacher and classmates. My teacher traveled a lot and she told us some really interesting stories. Then I found out we had to move again; it was awful. My parents even told my teacher that we were moving before me. I knew this move was going to a lot harder because we were moving mid-year. I was just starting to fit in, then it blew up in my face. I vowed never to make friends so I’d never have to miss someone I cared about.
Last year, around this time, I was in high school, and my perception on people has dramatically changed. The change I saw made me want to change too, and I did not know if it is good or bad. I always knew I would never stay friends with everyone I aquatinted with, but I did think some would stay. Although the ones that stayed around really surprised me. I guess, you never know in life who you can trust to be there. Sometimes people have to go their own way, and it is hard to realize why you got left behind. Now a days I can only blame myself for not having as close of friends. Over the summer, I meant real people who would have been there for me, only if I would have let them.
A few weeks later when I got home on the last day of school I saw my dad putting up a for sale sign, I asked him why this was necessary and then he ruined my day by breaking the news to me, that unfortunately we were gonna move. Our house sold in a matter of 48 hours. We were all moved in and everything in a matter of 2 weeks. I was entering middle school with no friends to talk to on the first day of school so I was pretty scared. Surprisingly I made friends fairly easy because I joined the nearest soccer club, so I made friends there and they introduced me to other kids and so on. Little did I know that my “friends” just talked to me to make fun of me behind my back. I was bullied until 7th grade, I was insulted about my race and weight. I realized that I could be sad, complain, and say my life is terrible but it simply
I took my finals early so I could make it back in time for Kennebunk’s graduation ceremony. We had kept our house in Maine, and even though it was half empty, it didn’t feel like anything changed. Kennebunk got out for summer break a week after I had been home, and suddenly everything went back to the normal. I was working at the same place I did before I left, I was living at home, and I was once again with all the people I grew up with. I realized how much I had missed in my friends lives though. Not just big events like birthdays, but the smalls jokes that are created in the day to day. As the end of summer drew closer, and the date that I had to fly back loomed in the near future, I realized I couldn’t go back. There was no way I could face that again. The depression I had worked so hard to come out of, slowly started to set back in, and my parents picked up on it. After much deliberation, I decided to stay at my aunt’s for the school year, and I watched my family go back to the West
Growing up in school you have your friends in 1st, then in Jr. High, and then when you get to high school you might not even know or see your friends from 1st grade anymore. For the few people who’s had a friend from 1st grade till college I think that someone they need to hold on to because if they stuck with you through all them year I know they’re there for the right reason and there not just there for a season. As Elizabeth Dunphy says, “It’s the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend.”
I took a long, hard look at the people around me and figured out what their good attributes were and why they were significant in my life. When I figured out who they were as people and what they could give as a friend, versus what I needed as a friend, I made my decision. It wasn’t a decision that was said out loud or one that was publicized. I just directed my energy towards the people who needed my friendship in return for the friendship they had shown me. When I realized who was a true friend and who was not, it hurt. There was a lot of pain, knowing somebody didn’t care as much about me and my well=being as I had wanted them to. It wasn’t until later, that I realized they could still be in my life, just not as much involved it as they once