Shooting Star I hold the crumpled letter tightly; still I do not have enough courage to open it. The funeral had just begun, I cannot hold up till the end of it. The priest beckoned to me, ushering me towards his side so that I could say some last words. I dreaded to walk up in front of the whole crowd. As I walked I felt completely weak, numb, empty and senseless. At last I managed to stand straight but did not have the courage to face the crowd. The sorrowful words which shot out seemed peculiar, “well, I cannot believe it, I lost him my only mood maker, the bond which we nurtured could never compete with the bonds which other grandchildren and grandfathers could share.” Those words came out soft, my voice disappeared then tears rushed like waterfall out of my lonely eyes. “If only I could rewind those last five minutes he would not be so troubled. He was my brightest star which shone brightly in the lonely sky and now without saying good-bye that brightest star lost its charm and shine.” I took a deep breath and then, “in a lonely road and it might be even miles away that I have to tread on alone” automatically I ran to the washroom and remained inside for a long time. Then I remembered the times we spent together all those years, when we drafted our future he promised me that he will be my best man in my wedding and when I fall he will always …show more content…
“Really? Don’t chicken up like this, hey you still have your old man beside you. I got your back now, go in and make me proud.” With great zeal he caught my shoulders and emboldened me. Well I felt something gushing within me and I summed up all my courage then went onto the stage. I felt burdened by the eager eyes whish rested on me to break my nervousness, someone started clapping vigorously, ofcourse it was my shooting star. After my performance, “I am so proud of you. You nailed it” he shouted gleefully. “Now how about some Taco Bell” he
I went to Jay Peak as my second time. I remember about my first time I went there when I was in Middle school. Also it was my first year in United State. I was a quiet student in Middle school so I don’t talk the whole time I was on the bus even when I get there. But yesterday I talked to people who were from different program.
" "I can do that. " We went to Michigan and had a super time. It was a terrific week. When we got back I yelled, "One more day!" The next day when I was getting
“My father, with tears in his eyes, tried to smile as one friend after another grasped his hand in a last farewell. Mama was overcome with grief. At last we were all in the wagons. The drivers cracked their whips. The oxen moved slowly forward and the long journey had begun.”
As shock and devastation flooded over her and the rest who had heard the tragic news, the entire lot went completely silent, seconds seemed to drag on and on, minutes felt like hours as it all slowly sank in. Like a deer in the headlights Judy sat there, longing to leave but not able to move or speak, just sitting there paralyzed until her food had arrived. She turned to her boyfriend and he read her like a book, she needn 't say a word as he left to return back to the high
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
(Hall 9-12) The speaker accepts the realization with grace, happy that his son’s life is beginning despite the knowledge that his own is ending. However, In Olds’ “35/10” the mother’s acceptance of her mortality is tinged with
People know that Stargirl is different, Stargirl teaches me that being myself is perfect. She wears different clothes, she meditates, she does what makes her content and from my knowledge teenagers don’t usually do those things. In a way I am a Stargirl, I don’t do all the things that Stargirl does, because I am different in my own way. When Stargirl came into the cafeteria, she was different and stood out.
Flicking up my shades and lowering my headphones, I raised my hooves in the air and cheered to the huge crowd with a smirky grin. Then I spoke in the microphone. “What’s up Spotlight‽ How we doing tonight‽”
For my assignment, I have chosen to write a springboard based on the narrative Jasper Jones. The themes from Jasper Jones I have chosen to include into my story are Abuse and Suicide. My springboard tells the story of the narrator, Jasmine, who is the in an abusive relationship. Her only way to escape is by suicide.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
As an avid fan of the manipulation of language, double meanings of words have always interested me. “Brilliance” with its multifaceted denotations is my favorite word because it accurately describes the essence of who I am. In one aspect, brilliance means “exceptional talent and intelligence”. I am hard working; I achieve high grades in school and use the wisdom I gain in daily experiences. As a leader, I have to use my insightfulness often to think of quick and efficient ways to lead.
I was happy for him, thrilled he was enjoying this trip-of-a-lifetime, but we should have been in Prague together. Tears of melancholy burned my eyes when I thought about how I was missing out. And when I considered my current reality, lying in my sick bed day after day,
Their heads turned. Then a smile played on my father’s lips. He opened his arms. I buried my face in the warmth of his chest and wept.” (79)
The attitudes to grief over the loss of a loved one are presented in two thoroughly different ways in the two poems of ‘Funeral Blues’ and ‘Remember’. Some differences include the tone towards death as ‘Funeral Blues’ was written with a more mocking, sarcastic tone towards death and grieving the loss of a loved one, (even though it was later interpreted as a genuine expression of grief after the movie “Four Weddings and a Funeral” in 1994), whereas ‘Remember’ has a more sincere and heartfelt tone towards death. In addition, ‘Funeral Blues’ is entirely negative towards death not only forbidding themselves from moving on but also forbidding the world from moving on after the tragic passing of the loved one, whilst ‘Remember’ gives the griever
A sense of accomplishment is invaluable to a person. Not only does a sense of accomplishment build confidence and faith in oneself, but it also allows one to reflect on how wonderful the journey to the accomplishment was, and how every little struggle and triumph was worth it. In the middle of summer, where time seems endless and the stress of the previous school year has been shed by students, I never expected to find out that I scored a five on both of the advanced placement exams I took. Nor did I have one-hundred percent confidence the goals we set as section leaders of the marching band would actually be met. Yet to my surprise, I had the good fortune of accomplishing challenging things in both aspects of my life.