Life, it is such a fragile thing that if treated right people can have ultimate happiness. Since I was a young boy everything seemed to be going my way. It seemed that I was destined to have a great and easy life. That statement was very true until my grandfather and my uncle were diagnosed with cancer. While those things are terrible and tragic they both fought through and kept fighting so everything was back to being great. Then a year later that is when my whole world was turned upside down and I thought that I would never be the happy, carefree boy I was. Everything was great at the start of my freshman year. I was absolutely loving being in high school. Everything seemed to be going my way. Band is a blast because it gives me something to belong to and Mr. Shellhouse makes me absolutely love being there. I kept my grades up like …show more content…
I had my problems in 8th grade. During the time I was there I had my Gallbladder removed and my body was still adjusting to my stomach not constantly hurting. Like I said though the start of my high school career was going great.The school was doing great in football and band had won the competitions the band was in. At this point I could not ask for anything better. Christmas holidays rolled through and still everything was great and I could not wait for school to start back up. Then a month after school started back up that is when everything changed. My father had not been feeling great and so he went to the doctor and they said he had gallstones. They said it would be a routine surgery and that there was no need to worry but little did anyone know that when he was in surgery my life would ultimately change forever. I was not told till i got home but while dad was in surgery the doctor stopped the surgery
“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.
Sophomore year was a struggle for me at first. Transitioning from the Ninth Grade Center to the high school was the worst part. The Ninth Grade Center is like a little safe cacoon where you
My high school days all merge into one large blur, except for one. This happened to be a Thursday afternoon after we had dropped off the carpool and my father told me that my grandmother had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. There was a sense of despair and disbelief in the air, as we both held the notion that stomach cancer was more or less the equivalent of a death sentence. My father seemed to be especially upset as he kept repeating the fact that she had relinquished her green card a few years earlier. This meant that she would have to perform surgeries and treatment in her native country of Brazil, instead of the United States. In the end, she had her entire stomach removed and her mental health deteriorated immensely as a result.
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.
When eighth grade rolled around, I only had one year left. Making it through one year did not seem so bad. I remember a few weeks after the winter concert when I shuffled into orchestra class and was shocked.
Freshman year for me was not the easiest. New school and new people, a whole new beginning. I was always a very shy person so it was pretty hard to get used to it and then it all went downhill. My absences went from not that bad to extremely bad in a matter of weeks. It was extremely hard to catch up in all my classes and my grades reflected that. If that was not bad enough a few months later my mom got extremely sick.
We have all had an event in our lives that feels like it will define you for the rest of you life. Early July in 100 degree heat made it a marvelous day for baseball. We’ve played in this heat since 10 A.M. and just finished playing our fifth straight game vs. Rollingstone. Now we just have to win two more games against our rivals the Byron Bears, and we would get to take home that shiny, gold trophy that has called our name since the moment we arrived. My life experience playing two high pressured games shows my nervousness in the first game vs Byron, in the second game vs Byron, and in the end of the game.
“Tout de suite Entrez!” She says, looking at the alley entrance, watching the dead soldiers, and then pointing at him to go in.
Drugs! Alchohol! These two things prove to be very dangerous to the human person. My older brother was once addicted to both, but with the help from my parents, he is now back on the right track. This was only possible because my parents took huge steps in helping him get to rehab. They were heroes to me and my family because they had been so caring, loving, and forgiving to my brother. There has been so many wonderful things I have learned from them. My parents saved my brother's life and showed me what true love and hope can accomplish.
My junior year of high school was most definitely the worst year of my life so far. During the 10 months that were my junior year I suffered a series of unfortunate events. It was like I was drowning and I couldn’t come up for air. Although, now that I am senior, I feel like maybe the events of my junior year were a blessing in disguise. I feel I gained an important lesson about life from that school year.
Feeling the waves crash against the edge of my little Butterfly and lapping over the sides onto me, I flew through the water. I held the ropes and rudder securely in my hands as I aimed straight for the sailboat ahead of me and, beyond the other boat, the buoy. All was going well when suddenly a wind gust came in, and I knowingly kept the sails sheeted in with the intent of getting back into the race. Despite struggling to keep control over the boat, I felt the sail tip and plummet into the water below. I fell over backwards into the refreshing water as I watched my competitors sail on. This happened again and again and I am pretty sure I set a new record for the most capsizes in a Camp Michigania teen regatta. Ever. Period.
Ever since I was little, videogames have been a major part of my life. It has become one of my favorite source of entertainment, relief, and inspiration. Before I was 11, my mother has been taking care of me alone while my father has been working somewhere. While she took care of me, she made sure I was focusing in my studies day and night. Forbidden to play outside with friends, I find myself lacking in entertainment. In school, I would always feel left out in conversation with my group of friends. I envied them as they talk about games from the latest console, Playstation. My jealousy reached a point where I bought a game without the console. After I constantly begged my father, he finally gave in and bought me a Playstation. While I started
Freshman year of high school was one of the hardest years for me. Often I found myself wishing I could be homeschooled, I absolutely dreaded going to school every day. Every aspect in my life was different now, two of my siblings had moved out, my other sister was in college, and there was much more responsibility put on me at home. On top of that the transition into high school was tough for me, friends had moved or changed and the classes were harder.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the unconcerned tone the nurses used when they told my mom,” Your husband will be fine. Calm down. It’ll be okay.” Several months after my dad was admitted to the hospital, my family received the news that he did not have much time left. That was the
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.