The air in the mask became humid and salty, but on her tongue, the air felt dry and tasteless. “M, mom... Dad…” Unable to overcome the growing sorrow, Sarah called to her parents, who firmed their grip on Sarah’s hands. “I don’t w…ant to die,” she said. Her parents remained wordless. She heard their silent cries become audible to her weakening audition.
I giggled but my giggling became into frown and my huge waterfall of tears came out of my eyes. Yes I know I loved her that I couldn’t deny but as I saw her still as statue the only thing I could do was
A time when I was faced with a significant challenge, but learned to overcome it was sophomore and junior year in history. History has always seem to be the class I tend to struggle in, no matter who I sit next to or how many notes I take. Sophomore as time when on to second semester I realized I wasn’t doing well; I was procrastinating with homework, not doing well on test, and stated to pay less attention in class. I got a D for the first semester and when I saw that on my report card I knew I had to change something. I realized history need to become a much higher priority.
A weird feeling surged through me as my friends, Gabby and Julia, and I were going to the Cheesecake Factory, but I pretended it was nothing because I couldn 't wait any longer to eat my Fettuccine Alfredo. When we arrived at the restaurant I felt in heaven because of the smell of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. Once we sat down, Gabby received a phone call. I could already sense something was wrong the second Gabby picked up the phone; my stomach was filled with butterflies that were trying to get out. “Mom what are you talking about…MOM!”
Barnes-Beasley. Session1.Journal As a former military dependent, I moved from one Military base to another. I attended 3 different high schools. Started my freshman year at O’Fallon Township High School in O’Fallon, Illinois.
We Only Grow from Our Freshman Year I expected my first year in college to be one I would never forget. I was right; I will never forget my first year in college because I hated it. I attended Texas State University my freshman year and still a student. With a student population of over 35,000, I felt like it’ll be awesome. I would find a group of friends and be involved with our beautiful campus.
I haven’t been able to talk since the accident. Everyone thinks I’m just the ugly girl who never talks. No one knows where I got all of the scars. People thought I just cut myself because I’m “just so ugly”. No one know what happened to me, and no one would ever want to.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
While I do not consider it a failure now at the time I was definitely frustrated with myself and considered it a failure. When I had to repeat my junior year I was mad at myself for not be able to complete the school year. As time went on I was able to focus on the positives in the situation and I was able to finally accept that I was not prepared for my senior year both emotionally and academically considering I missed so much school. If I did continue on to senior year I would not have been close to prepared as I am now for college. I ended up repeating my junior year due to the fact that I missed close to two-thirds of school due to a medical condition.
My mom came over to take pictures. She helped me stand on the thin rail. My heart thumped out of my chest and the worry that had sunk into my bones earlier suddenly rushed up to my head, creating a million strings of words. You’re going to DIE! It’s going to HURT!
But since I chose to listen to them and change myself to please them I now weigh 114 pounds, my closet is full of clothes are so revealing I don’t even want to wear them in my room, I wasted so much money on things that I didn’t need to make myself attractive, I can’t eat as much as I like because now it makes me sick if I try to eat more, and I’m just learning to love myself and see myself as an beautiful, smart, and great young women. It’s a sad thing to look back onto those years because if I learned to love myself the first time than I wouldn’t have spent so many years hating myself and hurting
Senior year of high school, the year that every person under the age of 18 longs for. I can remember mine vividly. The colors maroon and black and white were everywhere throughout our spirit filled halls. Usually most people would be able to remember there’s for positive reasons. Now don’t get me wrong, I did have a good high school experience; however this isn’t about the good times I had.
Boom Senior year has only yet to begin. Senior year is finally here! Everyone has lived for the moment of starting and ending senior year. It’s the last year we have the opportunity to be with everyone and the last year to live as children before real adulthood comes. At the beginning of the school year I knew this was my year to live my life to the fullest… then BOOM!
As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.
