Clemson game every year. We would make sure we did not make any plans the weekend of the game so that we could all be together. Instead of going to the game when it starts, we would arrive early and bring our grill to cook our own food until game time. The tender steaks and juicy hamburgers we cooked kept us full until after the game so we did not have to pay ten dollars for a hamburger at the game. My step-brother Jacob and I would walk around the stadium and collect all of the detailed plastic Clemson cups that people would leave behind after the game had ended.
Over the Border Every year my family decides what to do for the holidays and where to go. Most of the time I have no say in it because my uncles insist on visiting or they invite us over. It doesn’t help that all of my family lives in Texas, California, and Mexico. This year has been the first time that we have spent Christmas and New Years here at home with just my family in a long time. Last year we took a long trip to Chihuahua, Mexico which is the biggest part/state of Mexico where my mother is from.
I took a bath and packed up my clothes to go home in the morning. On all previous weekend trips, we went snowmobiling on Sunday mornings, before we drove three hours to home. But not this weekend. I don't want any part of the club, it's members, the snowmobile, or my husband. "I just want to go home."
One evening, when my parents were out of town for the weekend, I was home alone with my younger brother Tommy. He was 14 at the time, and had come home from seeing a movie with his friends. We ordered a pizza, and spent most of the evening relaxing and chatting. We went to be around 11:00, but at about 3:00am, I woke up to hear Tommy whispering my name. “Zoe!
Anyways, I always loved going to school but that all changed when that horrible accident happened. I still remember it like it was just yesterday. It was a sunny but chilly November day. Before school, my dog Molly and I would go outside and play ball until the bus came. Before I would throw the green ball my arm was always oscillating before I actually threw it.
Scrooge, who has a perpetual scowl, is overworking his freezing employee, Mr. Bob Cratchit. When Scrooge finally releases him with a day off for Christmas (Bah, Humbug), his son, Tiny Tim, is waiting for him outside. Scrooge goes to a large building full with businessmen. He discusses corn prices with some before two do-gooders come and ask Scrooge to donate to the poor. He forcefully declines and goes to his house.
We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane. We were sightseeing in Arizona for a day or two, taking pictures and shopping around the local stores, looking for cool stuff to bring home for our families. The day after, we were supposed to take a van for a 12 hour trip to Puerto Penasco, to the Penasco del Sol Hotel. That
This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.
“The Lottery” in the story was set up on June 27th. The whole community would go to the center of the town for the event. It would begin at 10 in the morning and only last for two hours so that the villagers would be able to go home in time for dinner. In the story Jackson writes that, “The lottery was conducted-- as were the square dances the teen club, the Halloween program-by Mr.Summers, who had time to devote to civic activities.”. The head of each family, particularly the men, had to go to the box and pull a piece of paper; if they received the piece with the black dot on it, every member of that family had to pull and whatever member choose the piece with the black dot would have to be killed by stones.
Hiking on the Huanghuacheng Great Wall – one of the fourteen sections of the Great Wall of China – on weekends was a central part of my life as an expatriate in Beijing. Only 30 minutes of subway ride away from the city center were grass fields scattered with pastel-colored wildflowers and the bright blue sky that provided a refreshing respite from the stifling smog. When it began snowing in Winter, however, it was closed off due to safety issues, and I had to wait until March when the snow thawed and seeped into the ground. In my fourth year in Beijing, my parents made a special exception: they had booked a cable car tour course of the Badaling Great Wall, which was reputed to be more complete and spectacular than its thirteen other counterparts.
As children we grew up together playing basketball and baseball. In the fall we had games every Saturday morning, so James would bring a bag and stay the night at my house. We would have so much fun by being involved in outdoor activities. Some days we would have basketball tournaments in the neighborhood, play football, or even play a quick game of baseball with a tennis ball. When James would spend the night we would stay up late calling girls on three way off the house phone.
Today’s practice was two grass loops, going around the baseball fields from the Concessions building to the bleachers and back to the Concessions for more or to stop. Compared to the runs we have done out in the community, grass loops are the easiest our practice will get. Today is the race, but we still have our classes, as this is on a Wednesday, and to be precise, October 28th, 2015. We’re departing at 12:30 p.m. during fifth period, but we leave our class earlier at 12:15, only five minutes after class begins, to head to the locker room, change, and buy lunch. It is fifth period now, and fellow classmates and teammates Sebastian, Jonathan and I are anxiously waiting for the five minutes to pass.
How did we manage to fit all of those furniture and appliances in the truck? One of my last days in California, my family had a goodbye party. The next day, my uncle drove the moving truck and my family drove the moving truck and my family drove our car to Phoenix, Arizona. Finally, after six hours in the car, we made it “home”. Our first stop was the new house we were going to live in.