...I’m now safe with the kid name John in my arms, but my heart is pounding like a jackhammer. I should know because I felt what getting hit like one two hours ago. I ran to the school knowing people were hiding their shivering like a very cold night. The sky felt lighter than normal, but that might just be me going insane after what just happened. I made it to school and I screamed my guts out for help. People started to make me and John into where they were hiding, but I ran past them to the back of the school where I knew a helicopter a few blocks back near the middle school was located. I got in and flew by the seas were I knew they were coming. The engine was roaring like a lion. I doubled checked the bomb was in place and was ready to...
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...The sun sparkled on the newly fallen snow as Saturday arrived. Christy flew down the stairs waking us, forgetting to help Mark out of his crib. We could hear his cries as she excitedly pulled us out of bed. This was her day. It belonged to no one else, her first solo ice skating competition. Much had gone in preparation for this all important day. Able to walk a balance beam at two, Christy took to ice skating as quickly as she walked across the balance beam. We were soon involved in a world of group lessons, private lessons, ice pros, costumes, and ice shows. Thank goodness for the Zion Park District and how lucky we are to have a regulation size rink in our small town. As she graduated into higher levels of skating, I learned boots and blades were purchased separately with the price going up as well. Who knew! Costumes for the big shows were purchased through the park district and Christy eventually graduated to being in several numbers which translated into more costumes and more time at the rink. Thank goodness we lived five minutes away! Costumes for solo competition had to be made by me or hired out to a professional seamstress. Thank goodness I could sew! With music selected, Annie, it was now my turn. I found a deep red stretchy fabric, the operative word being stretchy. Covered in red stretchy fabric, the dining room table looked like a war zone as I pondered my first cut but first, a pattern had to be improvised from her workout clothing...
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...Day slipped into evening as a warm light filtered into the kitchen, filling it with a warm glow. I sat up on the countertop, a pet peeve of my mother’s but a habit of mine that I made no effort to break. I stared at the cabinet across the room, filled with the awards and trophies I gathered throughout my life; from the first place ribbons I received after racing in the swim meets that composed my youth to the high school high honor roll certificates that I found myself working sleepless nights for. My thoughts flickered and I reminded myself that my grades weren’t everything, but when I felt the paper and plastic held steadfast in my hand, I knew I did at least one thing right. Until I didn’t. Cries for help poured from the two-way radio lying on the kitchen table; the alerts rang rapidly after one another, each becoming more deafening. The voice wasn’t of my brother, it sung lower and dripped of deceit with its breathy moans. Thoughts and fears raced through my mind, every scenario worse than the previous one. I felt petrified as I gripped the counter with white knuckles—something horrible was happening to the voice, or even worse, to my brother....
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...It’s my senior year, I’m seventeen years old and I’m scheduled to sign my letter of intent to play baseball at Malone University. I could not be more excited. Playing college baseball has been my dream for seven years now. All those difficult days working through workouts, arm injuries, and practice don’t seem so pointless now. It’s eleven o'clock in the morning and I’m outside my school about to walk in. It’s almost time for my signing and I see my parents arrive at the school parking lot from work as I wait at the entrance to the school for them. It’s time to head in. I arrive in the gym with my parents at my side, my coach is there along with a man from the newspaper. The man’s jacket says “Bob,” which I found funny since his name is Bob, it’s almost like a built in name tag. Bob now starts explaining how the picture is going to work and who will stand where, who will sit here, who will sit there. I start thinking about the picture. Should I smile? Should I not? What do I do with my hands? I thought I’d actually be signing an actual document, but I actually just had a random roster sheet in front of me while I held a pen. This didn't matter to me because today still signified that all my...
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...When I was freshman in high school, a tragic event happened. I was at a friends house, playing basketball in the barn. The goal is very old, and has lots of nails keeping it together. So, one day, the ball got stuck in the rafters of the goal.I jumped up to get the ball loose, and on the way down, a nail caught me in the stomach, ripping my flesh from my lower to upper stomach. When i first came down, I felt a sharp pain in that area. Then when I saw the large, vigorous cut, it made me realize how bad it was. Blood stained my shirt, and the ball. It was a mess. After I cleaned up, a scab appeared the next day. It was a sharp, clean, deep cut, therefore the scab was thin. Overtime the scab went away, and scar has formed. Living with this long, sharp scare is hard sometimes when I take my shirt off. But, I have overcome this and learned to live and love the body I have been blessed with. On the day my tragic event happened, I was having the best day ever. I went to the high school football game with all my friends. We were having lots of fun cheering on our team, yelling and having a good time. The night was just getting started because after the game we always go back to Scott’s house and play ball....
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...When sports are all you have, giving up is not an option. Since elementary school, I have always participated in sports, and they have always been a big part of my life. Once I was in high school never did I think running would become my main sport; becoming my number one reason for going to school. When a former teammate told me I had the potential to go on and run in college, every day I would show up to practice, putting all my effort to perfect my times. Not once did it ever cross my mind that it was possible to have something wrong with my body, causing me to sit out from running for what felt like two eternal years. From then on, I realized this sport was all I had; it was the only thing that helped me feel better. I learned never to take my sport for granted because I had big things ahead when it came to running. The start of my first year I was new in the state of Oklahoma, and I was to start high school off with no friends. It was a bit nerve wrecking but I had decided I would join a sport to become involved at school. Since I had been on the Track team in elementary school, I decided to try out for the Cross-Country team since it was similar to Track. Soon enough came the day of my first race on the junior varsity team, the feeling of finishing a race was great and I was...
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...They say after high school you're life changes and nothing is at all what you expected it will be. Rather it's putting on the Freshman 15, buying a car/apartment, or changing your major 20 times to meeting the love of your life, but for me I hope to experience out of those things only buying a car or apartment. In the future the two most important things to me is to be happy and successful. After high school I plan to take my first vacation out of Illinois in California for a week. Then later take another trip to Paris and visit the Eiffel Tower while loading up on spaghetti or go to Germany and go sight-seeing. After summer I plan to attend UIS to start my journey of becoming a social worker, while being a two sport athlete playing softball...
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...Myrandah Hermosillo -10th grade Yuma School District-1 Yuma High School I'm a Latin American female who has jumped, blocked, and sprinted through obstacles in life. I have dealt with many hardships. These hardships have made me a better person by having hospitality, gentleness, and self-control. A field of crops and loud high school games is what my community is encouraged by. I live in a rural community located northeast of Denver. I moved to this soft dirt, organic community five years ago for work reasons. This was one of my obstacles in life. This was a big change from moving from a bigger location to a smaller one, where I had to get used to so many new ways to learn , ways of transportation, and what people were like. My family comes from Nicolas Bravo, a very poor community in Chihuahua. Where my parents did not have many of the resources they needed. My father is a semi driver in our little town and works everyday as long as there's work. My mom is a maintenance worker at a local store and only works Mondays. They both only finished sixth grade. They are agricultural workers. They have been doing agriculture work since the age of 15. There agriculture work has followed them from Mexico to the United States. Most of my family members have only...
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...situations have occurred while I attended school of my ninth grade year. I recall it properly because it concerned an event that I profoundly feared I would encounter during my older years: a high school dance. Not that I was a poor dancer. Nothing of the sort! It was just I was, and still am, very self conscious of how I would look to everyone else, especially my friends. I mostly danced with my friends, which are mostly girls--sure, that’s all right, but still, that’s a different story when it comes to a boy. Let’s start from the beginning. My friends Blakie, Maddie, Orianna, and myself included, we had all gotten ready in Blakie’s house; there were lots of makeup and hair products involved, and they all were persistent with me wearing makeup, (I never understood why they insisted on me wearing makeup when, in my opinion, we girls look absolutely dashing without it) but I was tenacious, nevertheless,...
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...Two years ago I entered my final four years of schooling, also referred to as high school. Coming into high school was very nerve wracking. I only had an idea of what it was like from my older siblings and what is portrayed in movies as well as tv shows. In other words I was blindsided by the whole concept of high school. When you enter high school as a freshman you are automatically labeled as annoying and immature. At the time I was very upset with a label that I didn't feel that suited me. Looking back I see why freshman get that label and how you begin to change over time. I have faced many obstacles in the duration of my high school experience, and will continue facing them everyday but the obstacles have shaped me into the more mature...
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...So I graduated from Garrett High School as an exchange student from Thailand. I left my home back there and I found a lot of new experience. It's so far away from my family. I made it though, I got through everything. This school and community gave me new experience and all that stuff. I got to meet an awesome people. It's been a great year for me so far. I'm glad I chose to come here and they let me. I had a lot of fun. Even though I'm gonna be sad when I go home. No more American high school. It's not gonna be the same. There's no more first block choir, just sing with friends in class or go down to the PAC lol, no more 2nd block Mrs.Cone, just sit in the room and work on projects and then when I'm done I can do whatever I want to, and there's no teacher in my school that can go get me something to eat from the cafe like Mrs.Cone!...
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...I should do in these couple weeks off. Should I play video games all day, go on a trip, go hiking, hang out with friends? Who am I kidding? I have no friends. Well… at least no real friends. Ever since I moved from Canada to Montana I didn’t really know anyone. And I have to admit, I never had many friends in my old school either. “BRING, BRING,” the school bell rung and class has started. I took a deep breath. Every time my first class starts, I keep thinking about my experience and how much I disliked Weaverway High School because the teachers...
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...depression, in addition to my depression I began to fear the outside mainly people. The constant judgment was to much to handle and caused me to skip school and stay home. I played being sick throughout freshmen year, while the time I was at home I began to venture into self harm. Self harm is known has self inflection of pain, but in my eyes it relieved the pain. The continuous cycle carried throughout freshmen year into sophomore year. Sophomore year was the year that my main medical condition began, which led to my near death experience. I had no control in the external world nor in my internal and as humans we crave control. I found my control in my weight mainly my food. I began to restrict the daily meals in which teens need to grow. My breakfast contained a celery stick and a piece of bread. I consumed this meal only throughout the day no more if I did then I would work out for an extensive amount of time. On average I would exorcise for for 5 hours. the weight began to fall off and like drugs I became addicted. I loved the feeling of the number decreasing daily. This point of feeling great about myself ended when I became unhappy with the amount of weight I was loosing. I continued with the same routine throughout sophomore year at this point I was 160 lbs. In the beginning of Jr the amount of stress rose when the school requirement of performance...
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...The earliest memory I can reminisce is being in pre-kindergarten. I remember almost every day I and Chandler would push around the school buses, and I would always take the nicest one and give him the bad one. I never really cared about painting or art, I never found it important to me, but I was a little kid and just put random paint on the paper to make the teacher happy. When I was young even in pre-kindergarten I always admired people in uniforms, whether it was police officers, military personnel, or someone in a suit and tie, I never really knew the difference. Since I was always interested in the military I join Civil Air Patrol and went through Encampment. On June 26, 2015, Drivers Ed just ended. I didn’t get to drive much that...
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...My sophomore year, I was adjusting to my older brother leaving for college, which was especially hard for me because we were very close and he has always been the most supportive person in my life. Additionally, I was no longer able to participate in rowing due to an injury. The loss of my most cherished possessions was paralyzing and in return, I lost motivation to try my best in school. Furthermore, that year, 2013, Arapahoe High School had a school shooting which contributed to my lack of motivation and loss of determination. However, paralyzing these events may have been, they have shaped me into the person that I am. After my brother left for college, I became closer with my little sister and brother. I realized my gratitude for my family...
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