The best part of a holiday is the treats and traditions young and old individuals get to participate in. Among these sweet filled holidays is Halloween, a day to please the sweet tooth, stay up late, and support America’s holiday tradition. Since the 1940’s Halloween has been a highly-celebrated event in the year, which makes it perplexing that schools don’t care to give at least no school on the day where young souls wake up from eating large amounts of candy and staying up late gathering it. The school board has stressed the importance of academic success and plead for students to have a good breakfast and get enough sleep, but they’ve forced us to go to school right after we’ve supported our country by celebrating one of the most popular holidays, Halloween.
I woke up the next morning having the shakes and being cold. I got out of bed and took a long warm shower. I got dressed and made sure that I have brushed my teeth knowing I had to make a great first impression on the first day of school. I recall my dad and mom both dropping me off at the bus stop with both of them having tears and waving goodbye for the first day. However, I was happy excited and filled with emotions.
Behind my surgically corrected smile, there is another story: a story of pain, suffering, and prosperity. In my earlier years, I had what some may call a perfect life. I had a mother and father who loved me, a sister who adored me, and a 2-story house, with my own playground set, which I found absolutely spectacular. On Molly Sue Lane, I formed some if my greatest memories. I remember my Strawberry Shortcake birthday party in the pool house, playing hide-and-seek when my dad came home, (or when I found myself in trouble) and putting out milk in an attempt to catch the adorable rabbits that would always find themselves in my backyard.
This is a personal essay, so I’m going to make this very deep and personal. I may run on a bit, but I’ll do my best. Some content may be unfit for a younger audience, viewer discretion is advised. My full name is Korbin Allen Plessner. Up until the end of eighth grade I thought I knew what happiness was, it was going to school each day to see the few friends that I had, staying up all night on weekends and seeing the sunrise in the morning then being asked by your mom “why are you up so early?” and saying you didn’t sleep.Playing video games at your friends house even though you were supposed to be studying.
When i went it was night time so me, my aunt, and my siblings played hide and seek until 3 in the morning. The next day we woke up really late since we stayed up all night and we had a really big breakfast. We had pancakes, eggs, bisicuts, and bacon. Near the end of the trip me and my sister found a golden fidget spinner and my aunt said whoever wins in cornhole wins the spinner. Comes the last day of our trip and me and my sister r in the yard playing cornhole and eventually i won and got the fidget.
I woke up one very good morning , at 6:00 in the morning , looking outside of my window seeing the sun almost touching the treetops about to come up to start the day. I finally hop out of bed and get up to go get ready . Once I got ready , I smelled the sensational smell , of dough , cinnamon , brown sugar , and that’s when i burst into the kitchen and saw my dad had made Cinnamon rolls ! I felt so excited I couldn’t contain myself i felt as if you walked out of school on a friday. So I ran to the white , wooden table and waited patiently.
And then I saw a little cute cream colored fluffy bear with a red ribbon, maybe that would use? I bought that bear and got home. After some hours eating dinner, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, and taking a cold ass shower I can finally get some sleep. I woke up the next day to the sound of the garbage truck hurling and taking in garbage bags like a monster eating its prey with the sun hitting my eyes so fucking bright like a sizzling grill. It was Saturday, which means free time.
We cannot move forward with life without looking back in our past. I wish I could have told my younger self that on what was supposed to be the most perfect day of my existence. I still remember the day my father died like it was yesterday. It was a warm, sunny Saturday morning in August. Waking up to the smell of my mother crisping the pancakes on the stove and hearing my sister’s cartoon characters faintly arguing in the background, I rolled out of bed and walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom
CThe Biggest Moment of my Life We had practiced for this day for months! We had just gotten up from a long night's rest… no ,that’s a lie we all layed in our beds in the nice hotel we’d been staying at. Thinking about this right now we had curlers in our hair which we had unfortunately been forced to wear in the lobby. Right by our beds were our freshly ironed uniforms, cheer uniforms that is (yep you guessed it) bows, white shoes, pom-poms and all. At some point we all fell asleep when we woke we got dressed as fast as we could and ate as much breakfast as we could hold down so basically a piece of toast and a yogurt.
Whenever we watched movies, popcorn thrown at one another and pillow fights; nevertheless, Nicole and I did have awkward moments. Indeed, I admit I had a secret crush on her, but never approached or acted upon it. However, my heart remained graceful whenever it came to Nicole. Taking a shower and the doorbell rings, I throw on a towel, and it is all my buddies coming to pick me up for my bachelor's party. How could I forget that it was tonight?