That particular time was, when I was just started learning how to ride a bike. As a little girl, wanting to know how to ride one was something I wanted to achieve immediately. Getting the hang of learning how to ride a bike really took while to grasp. Eventually, I prospered in getting a hang of it. Through that little experience, it really showed me that determination can lead to great
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
I had to take my mother to work so that I could have the car and the next stop was my hair appointment. As I began to get my hair done the time became closer and closer to the time for graduation rehearsal. I had to speed from east Montgomery to north Montgomery in less than 10 minutes. Once I arrived, I soon realized that I was the last person to show up at rehearsal. My class mates loved me so much that they stalled until I got there.
Elie Wiesel’s work, Night, published in 1958, demonstrates the struggles Jewish society and other minorities faced in order to live a life of liberty. I, myself, felt bound and trapped, but not by iron doors, but by words. Even though being open and social can help communication growth, rudeness and unnecessary judgement can hinder one’s ability to be social and make them feel like expressing themselves is not possible. August 21, 2010, as my mother pulled up to the side of Georgetown Middle School, I remember thinking “I hope Mrs. Hope gives me hope.” My blood was pounding from the adrenaline, and my stomach was in knots knowing that in a few moments, I would be taking my first steps into an unusual environment for the next three years.
First Week as a Freshman Baseball Player The summer was almost over went I realized that in a couple of weeks I will be in my new school that is not anymore a school, now we are talking about a college. When the times came I was on an airplane, on my way to Texas. My feelings were really emotional because I was living my hometown, the city that I grow up and never left for too long, on other hand, I was really excited because I was doing what it was right for me. I had a scholarship to play baseball and study for free.
Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open.
It was two months before my fifth grade graduation and three years from my parents divorce. Little did I know the news my mom told me that day would change my life forever. Tears came down my face when she told me we were going to be moving to New Jersey. At this moment I was feeling very confused and startled. Not only was I upset because I was leaving a place I have called home for eight years, but because I was leaving my friends and most importantly my dad and brother.
Moving Day The day I moved from the small town of Independence to Virginia Beach was one of the scariest times of my life. Independence is an extremely small town of around 900 people with one stop light. Living in a greatly populated area with absolutely no friends or family other than my husband and my youngest daughter frightened me beyond what I thought I could handle. I cried out to God to give me the emotional and physical strength I needed to make it through this life event. Finding daylight at the end of this moving tunnel that was spiraling out of my control did not seem possible.
My favorite part of the move was knowing that I was going to have a new home and new goals. Although during the event there were sad moments when I would think of the friends that I left behind. Many people can relate to this type of experience because we lose friends, have new starts,new schools. During the trip to Arizona my mom
Moving to Iowa Falls I moved to Iowa Falls, Iowa when I was in sixth grade. This had a big impact on my life. I was really nervous and scared. I didn’t want to move at all. I was really angry.
This created a great rift between me and the people that had been my friends. I began trying to hang out with friends but found they were always busy while I was home reading, waiting for an adventure. I had managed to keep a few of my friends and these people are still my friends today, but first I had to deal with being solitary for a while. After I accepted the way school, and friends were going to go I only faced one obstacle. Almost my entire life changed after my move, I had a new routine, some new friends, and a new way I had to learn.
Moving to a new country can be difficult sometimes. Leaving all my relatives and friends back home was the saddest thing for me. My mother told me that we were moving to a new country. At first, I thought my mother was joking about it. but little did I know that she was telling the truth.
What do you think the meaning of true friendship is, maybe it 's knowing that you trust a certain person with any secret or physical object, somebody who would take a bullet for you, or maybe it 's somebody that you 've grown up with all your life. Everybody has their own definition of ¨true friendship.¨ I personally believe that true friendship is when two people can trust each other with just about anything, they let you succeed and fail on your own, but they always help you when it is most important. I dislike it when people say a true friend doesn 't ¨snitch¨ or lets you copy off their paper for test or more important assignment. This shows that they don 't see the other person as a friend, and more as a ¨get out of jail free¨ card. Some people would argue by saying that it shows the person’s willingness to help, but I believe that the only thing you’re helping them with is failing to prepare for responsibilities.
Most people will come across a person that they will become very close with and call them their best friend. Zach Martin is my best friend and there are many reason for that. He is a very trust worthy person, he is fun to be around, and he is like a brother to me at this point. Also, if I ever need help with something he will come to help me if he can. Zachary Alan Martin is 5’8” and weighs approximately 170 pounds.
