I learned that trust is crucial in relationships and one split second decision, can change relationships tremendously. All of my life I have spent my summers in Sagamore Beach Massachusetts. I am part of a third generation to do so. I’ve known Anna, Nikki, and Abi my whole life. Anna and Nikki are a year older than me and Abi is a year younger. In the past few years we have grown closer to one another. We spent everyday together, told each other everything, and trusted one another with our lives. At least that's what I thought. In the beginning of the summer, I went to Chicago to visit family and when I came back to Sagamore about a week into summer I was so excited. Summer was finally here. Before I knew it, it was already the fourth of July. I spent the day with my family and then I went to the beach in front of Anna’s house that night to watch the fireworks with the others. It was fun for awhile, but then Nikki left to go be with her family that was visiting from Maryland. Abi and I were talking and then we noticed Anna had just left. It seemed kind of bizarre but we just called our parents and just went home. …show more content…
It is a room in Hannah Nixon’s basement. The Dart Room was around when our parents were growing up too. I personally didn't like the idea of my friend being there, drinking as she is only 15. She told me all about her night later on in the week and how she supposedly felt guilty about keeping it from her mom. Towards the end of the week she told her mom. I knew she really didn’t feel guilty. She knew if she told her mom, it would look responsible and she wouldn’t get in trouble. That is exactly what happened. Her mom was so happy she told her about it. I was a little upset but I kept my mouth
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.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
One summer morning, I woke up excited. My friends and I were going to Hershey Park. I’ve been busy this summer, so this is the first time I was able to go. Hershey Park is a big amusement park with big roller coasters and a big water park. The Fahrenheit is my favorite ride there. I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and waited for them to pick me up at my house. While I sat on my couch, I had my bag with a towel and a bathing suit for the water park and I could put my phone there. I was ready to go.
It all started the other morning as Maddie, Gracie, and I climbed into my car. It was a warm Saturday morning as the sun beat down on us. It’s our last summer vacation before our senior year. We were headed to Montana to pick up our friend Mitch and we were all going to take a road trip through multiple states
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
Keep in mind that trust is key and people will not come together if they can’t trust one another
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
Then along came the 4th of July weekend that will haunt me forever. My uncle took their family camper out to the lakes and Daniele and I took turns with her brother, Casey, staying out there.
The eve of summer vacation was unexceptional. I spent the day the way I would any other Thursday; I had a class early in the afternoon, spent time with my classmates afterwards, and eventually said goodbye for the last time. It was bittersweet as I walked out the door and crossed the parking lot to my truck, my younger sister trailing behind. The door groaned as I pulled it open, tossing my enormous backpack carelessly into the tiny space behind the driver’s seat with a heavy thud.
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.
It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were