I should have known that since the only reason the girl and her boyfriend wanted to come over was so we could get away with doing things that our parents wouldn 't agree with. That night became the beginning of the end, from there the three of us started hanging out practically everyday, at first it was innocent and everything was as it would be in a normal friendship. Then it started turning to partying every weekend and fighting with each
People could only imagine knowing Miss Soar on a personal level, yet here I was about to spend a full two weeks by her side in a classroom. Although I knew of Miss Soar, we never had a conversation, but that would soon change. Sitting at my study writing a shopping list my mother had asked for when I heard the doorbell ring followed by a brief conversation. It was Miss Soar! At dinner later that night my mother broke the new, “Honey, Miss Soar has requested your help at her camp this summer.” she said.
Entry 1 Question 3: When I was in elementary school for an after school activity I was in Girl scouts. It was fun and we did many things throughout the school year. One of the activists we did was visit a nursing home during the holidays and sing songs and visit with the residents. What made it intercultural was that we were talking to experienced elders who grow up in a different time then we did and how things were different. One resident was telling me about their job she was a sister and at time when she lived in the school and she and the other sisters shared a room and that in the summer it was horrible because there was no air conditioning.
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.
My mom and I spent the day figuring out where the dining hall was and things like that. My classes started on the next day and I could hardly wait, even though tomorrow was the day that my mom headed back to Sheridan without me. I tried to soak her up as much as I could, because the next time that I would see her would be during Thanksgiving break. That seemed like such a long time. I was hoping that I would have so much fun that I wouldn’t have time to become homesick.
Is my hair too much? I often asked those same three questions every day before I allowed myself to step one foot outside of the house. For ten years, my mom always platted, or two-strand twisted my hair and matched my barrettes to whatever color she wanted me to wear to school that day. Waking up this morning was the first time in ten years that I got to make that decision. Thinking about the first day of sixth grade had given me butterflies the entire summer, and I was ready to do something about it.
This marked the beginning of her journey. Gymnastics was Gabrielle’s passion because she literally ate, breathed, and slept about becoming an Olympic champion. Later on in life, Gabrielle was presented the opportunity to go to her favorite Olympic coach’s camp, however, it wasn’t as easy to receive the opportunity. Gabby asked her mother to move with the rest of the family to another state that happened to be hours away. Her mother refused because her mom wasn’t capable of affording to just pick up and move.
I had wanted to go after summer but had to go before the vacation began, an awkward time for sure. The new kid, that was me. In the DoD schools, a new kid usually fitted in fairly quick, here it wasn’t so easy. When I walked into that sixth grade classroom, there she was, the dark curly haired girl that I had seen that morning in the office when my mother enrolled me at that school. She had become my first buddy.
I remember the second day of high school, realizing that someone else recognized me, she went to kindergarten with me and oh my god she was the light in my freshman year high school experience. She invited me to hang out with her friends, and I hung out with them for about a week. Until I realized that I didn’t fit into their group as much as I loved them all as individuals that gave me a chance in such a cruel harsh world. I joined student government the next term in hopes to become more outgoing, become my own person. Boy was I wrong.
My dreams are as big as the ocean This is what happened My sister did great in school, in High school she was the student with the highest gpa from her school even graduated with honors. She started distancing herself from the family Started to make bad choices that the family didn't agree Until she had her baby Since I was 4 years old I remember I would stop playing with my dolls in the afternoon every school day and checking the time almost at every instant waiting for my sister in the living room looking standing up in the couch looking out thru the window excited to see my sister come back from school. I was always excited to see her walking home with her black long hair put, carrying her little bookbag, her blue shirt