After dropping my daughter off at homecoming, I drove thirty minutes back to work and picked up my laptop to please my neighbor. After all this running around, I had forgotten about the plans my mother had made for us that night. Even though I tried my best to please everyone, I ended hurting the people who loved me the
When I was a young child I believed that going to college was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I used to watch movies, and TV shows about college and I wanted to be like those students. Living on my own, going to parties, and having a multitude of friends was on my bucket list for college when I was in middle school. The first day of college is shown to be the best day of a student’s life; yet, my first day of college was filled with tears, stress, and regret. The night before I left for college my family helped me pack so I can start my new life on campus.
I envisioned the typical Laundromat stereotype something you would likely see in a movie: meeting the love of my life, finding my long lost twin, or maybe even finding a winning lottery ticket in they dryer. I doubted I would have such an extreme experience, but was ready for an interesting afternoon (plus I would least get to check out cute college guys and, if nothing else, get two weeks of laundry out of the way). Before I even reached the laundromat my adventure had already begun. Reaching my car
She tells me that it is going to be a huge commitment. I did not truly understand what that would entail until I started my training. As I started my training I was still able to dance with my friends, and we would joke and mess around throughout the class. Later on, I had individual classes where I would dance for 2 hours straight and I was not able to hang out with my friends because I was in class. At first, I was not happy about it because I felt like I was missing out but I later realized that I truly love dance when I was able to practice for 4 hours every day only complaining that my legs were killing me and not
But this day was different my mom took me out to eat dinner when we usually went home and made dinner together, I even remember where we went we ended up going all the way to denver to go to my favorite restaurant Maggiano's. When we got there we talked about a lot of stuff but the one thing that stuck out to me was when she said that i'm moving schools. I was really mad and disappointed when my mom had said that I was moving schools, but when she told me about all of the fun activities that I could do it made me feel a little better than I did when she first had told me that I was moving. My mom also told me that there was no uniforms then I was really happy about moving but still I was sad. The next day my mom picked me up early from school so that we can go and tour my soon to be school.
In 2016, on July 21, one day before my birthday. All day I had a great time because just thinking that it was only hours before my birthday arrived.It came night and I could not even sleep , but besides bde that would be my birthday, I was more excited to know that it would be my first birthday next to my dad, and they are so eager to know what would be that important day for me next to my dad after 12 years. That day I woke up very early and so excited, because finally had arrived my great day. At the moment my father woke up, the first thing he did was look at me and say to me: "Happy birthday, my son, I love you very much" and hugged me, I was very surprised, I said 'thank you daddy I love you too' , and then he said to me: "I hope you enjoy
I am a strong believer that the most important people in your life come unexpectedly. We started our friendship the summer before seventh grade year and he was dating my best friend. I never knew that just a few short years later he would become the most important person in my life. Up until that summer day, where I realized how unique and extraordinary his mind really was, I never realized how much time I wasted on pointless relationships. I watched him love and be hurt by so many girls in his past and I was always the one he called to vent to with his broken hearts.
Memorable times full of joy and laughter is how birthdays are supposed to be like, but when things go unexpected some things may go wrong. Like the sandwich critique my birthday started off good, then there was a moment when it wasn’t great, but in the end I ended my birthday better than past years. Just like every year I am always in Mexico for my birthday since it’s during Christmas break. Being in Mexico in December for me means: partying every night all the way up until New Year’s Eve, going to dances most nights, and staying up until four in the morning with family members. The difference about this year for my birthday is I started off my birthday at a baile and I ended my birthday at a baile, but in between my day I the unexpected happened and I had an argument with my mom.
We ate dinner, then desserts creds to my mom for the yummy dessert, now time for presents. I was told to open a certain gift last, of course it’s my phone that’s why they want me to open it last I thought. I ripped open my gifts speedy quick with each of my ten nails stabbing the colorful wrapping paper. I got so many amazing gifts I loved them all but nothing would compare to if I had gotten the phone. I picked up my last gift and I didn’t even have to open it to know that it was not my phone.
My parents told me how the bought it when the party was over. Since I was overjoyed, I wanted to take it on a spin, but my mother told me that I would have to wait until tomorrow because it was dark outside. It was around 8pm when the party was over, so I helped cleaning the place up and then I was writing “Thank You” cards for the guests that came over to my party. After all the cleaning and the cards, my mother told me to write a special card for my grandparents because they contributed most of their time and money for the party and that special gift of yours. I then wrote so many kind words that would fill the entire card which brought joy to my