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He deserved this trip and I knew that, but for some reason, the excitement in his voice that day tore a hole in my heart. His joy was a cruel reminder of everything I had lost, of all the things I would never do again. “Hey, Jennie? You still there?”
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
People know that Stargirl is different, Stargirl teaches me that being myself is perfect. She wears different clothes, she meditates, she does what makes her content and from my knowledge teenagers don’t usually do those things. In a way I am a Stargirl, I don’t do all the things that Stargirl does, because I am different in my own way. When Stargirl came into the cafeteria, she was different and stood out.
The more I drove the more hope I found and in that hope seemed to be strength. After several more stops for food, bathroom breaks, gas and taking care of animal needs we finally reached our destination of the big city of Virginia Beach. Pulling into the driveway I was surprised by new friends waiting to help us unload the U-Haul. Unloading our belongings did not seem as difficult for me emotionally as loading them did.
I watched as the big fiery ball climbed above everything else. It shot out orangish-red rays from all direction and made the town brighter. As lovely as the morning was I knew that today wouldn't be horrible. I could only watch from down here, the beautiful shining star.
It was my seventh grade year. We went down to Florida for my sister’s senior year spring break trip. It was nice to have my parents, my sisters and me all vacationing together; we were sure to have a good time. We were staying at a resort in Kissimmee, Florida, a couple minutes away from Orlando. We had many activities planned, Disney parks, downtown Disney and my personal favorite: Cape Canaveral.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.
I didn't know who I was, or where I was. I was scared, so scared. Out of nowhere I started glowing, heating up everything around me. "Do you feel that? " I heard a faint voice ask.
On her sides was the field, the wheat growing more sparsely and the heavenlies appearing more; they were also taking on a lapis lazuli color, and it seemed as if every petal contained its own galaxy of stars, with the anthers a dazzling supernova that resembled onyxes and peridots. The ride felt only a few minutes time, but in reality, five hours had passed, and the sun was setting on the horizon, splashing nature with hues of jasper and citrine. Fara looked at her own body, which was sun kissed a glowing
It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.
It was a cold February morning and the countdown had finally arrived. I had just signed out with staff duty to start my leave so I could make that road trip from Fort Carson, Colorado to San Antonio, TX. Only thing this trip was no vacation, it was the last visit I will never forget. I was headed to see my sister in law, Vicki who was in the intensive care unit for leukemia. The thoughts and emotions running through my mind had made the drive so difficult for me.
The morning of March 24th, I left for Florida. The 17 long hours in a car consisted of me listening to music, watching the rain, and trying to enjoy the ride. When we finally arrived at the hotel, the only thing I wanted to do was get out of the car. We only made about 5 stops along the way, most of which were during the earlier hours of the car ride. I wanted to get up, I wanted to look around, I wanted to finally see everything I’d be waiting to see.
But at the end i'm finally able to go on a family trip. Two days have passed every day has been more and more exciting for my brother and I. My brother was so excited one day that he was already in the car because he thought that we were already heading to the airport. The night that we were leaving we had to wake up at 3:00 in the morning.
My passion for healthcare lies with patient care. I enjoy taking care of patients and their family. I have chosen to become a family nurse practitioner because I can combine nursing and medicine to provide a higher level of care to my patients. As a nurse practitioner will be able to make an impact on my patient’s health through, health promotion, disease prevention, managing acute and chronic conditions and improving patient’s health (Wynne,
