we were play 29 palms that week, they are our biggest rivals after yucca and i just wanted to get yellow paint on my helmet so bad. last year when we played them a big boy crushed me and i hurt my ankle. i was really hoping he was a freshman last year so i could get some payback. I woke up the morning of the game put some makeup on and a mask that looked very human like and went to school.
Once back, I begin to bring horses inside and I can hear the sound of rain on the tin roof. I quickly scoop grain into buckets and the smell of feed fills the air with its sweet fragrance, I dump feed into each horses’ buckets and give each their nightly hay. I do a final walk through to check on each of the horses and I walk by his stall my favorite pony pokes his head out for attention, I give him a quick rub and continue down the row of stalls making sure to check on everyone. I turn off the lights, slide the old heavy door closed and run in the now pelting rain back to the house, once I reach the screened porch I take off my muddy boots and walk inside to change into dry clothes. Since my day is over, cut short by the rain I relax on the couch with a cup of Earl Grey tea, turn on the television and find a good movie to watch while a frozen dinner bakes in the
“The elders, or ndichie, met to hear a report of Okonkwo’s mission. At the end they decided, as everybody knew they would, that the girl should go to Ogbuefi Udo to replace his murdered wife…. During the planting season Okonkwo worked daily on his farms from cock-crow until the chickens went to roost. He was a very strong man and rarely felt fatigue. But his wives and young children were not as strong, and so they suffered.”
The further out I trek into the pasture the taller the weeds and grasses grow, eventually to the point that both my legs from mid-shin up AND my arms to my elbows are receiving stinging cuts and bites. I should lift my arms over my head, but I would regret piercing into the delicate skin on the underside of my upper arms, and this predicament is already proving to be fairly exasperating. For example; the hundreds of miniscule bug bites I am dotted with resemble the
There were approximately 50,000 in attendance on Wednesday, August 13, two days before the festival was to begin. The early arrivers had waltzed right through the huge gaps in the fence that had not gotten finished. Since there was no way to get the 50,000 people to leave, and no time to erect the rest of the fence, the organizers made the concert free for all. This announcement of a free concert had two dire effects. Firstly, the organizers were going to lose a large amount of money that could’ve went towards the making of the recording studio.
Yes, she thought, I could play marbles, and marbles is a sport. At that moment she realized that she had only two weeks to practice. The playground championship, the same one her brother had entered the previous year, was coming up. She had a lot to do. To strengthen her wrists, she decided to do twenty push-ups on her fingertips, five at a time.
We got to the house which reeked of some kind of indescribable odor and waited outside for direction while our team leader talked to the handicapped homeowner, Jim. When I heard the Jim's story, I didn't once think about the "work as little as possible" mentality. He raised 11 grandchildren by himself after their parents overdosed on heroin. By the end of the week, you would not have been able tell the difference between the initial home and final product.
I have homework to do, and this marching band rehearsal is just a waste of time. All of the thoughts that went through my head before the band’s first Friday rehearsal reveal how I did not understand the greater purpose of each individual rehearsal throughout the season. On Fridays, the band practices for an hour and a half before playing at football games. We went out to go over the first movement of our show, Skitzo-Circuso-Phrenzia, to perform at halftime at the game that night.
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
I was a victim of the Freshman 15. My freshman year of college, I gained nearly 20 pounds. I remember my parents mentioned that they could tell I gained wait from when they dropped me off for school and picked me up for Fall Break – that is only a 2 month gap! I gained so much weight that I became a snorer. It was really unfortunate for my roommate because she was such a light sleeper and my snoring would wake her up in the middle of the night.
Just two more minutes she thought to herself. The 90 minutes in basically a class full of toddlers has almost came to an end. She is staring at the clock just waiting for the time to hit 1:03. The time where she is release of much pain. Finally the loud blaring noise comes upon her and she slowly gathers her things and walks down the sea full of high schoolers.
The Mora High School cafeteria is a very familiar place to me, with it’s columns in the middle of the room, the off-white paint, and white and blue tiled floor. The cafeteria is usually a place full of a lot of kids and incredible amounts of noise. It’s nearly empty except for the four tables placed in the formation of a square near the little nook where the lunch ladies serve us food, or at least what tries to pass as food. The seats around each table are occupied by the cast of Annie celebrating the completion of their second show. The cast of Annie doesn’t even come close to filling the cafeteria, but the noise level could nearly be the same as when it’s fully filled during lunch.
My heart was beating so quickly I could feel it in my throat, sweat was running down my face and all I could see is the stadium full of people clapping some with smiles and others with straight faces and then I remember looking at the judges table and felt like my blood has somehow run cold and my heart seemed to still increase with speed. I glanced at the judge's face for one second because we were not allowed to look at them but there faces were embrained in me even if I just glanced at them for a second. They had the straightest faces no response, no satisfaction, almost like they were bored. This competition is what I lived for what I waited for and what I worked so hard for and in the end I fell apart on the most important day of my
Just shortly after 2:30pm on a Thursday, Heather and I pulled into the parking lot at the new Middle School and caught up with the rest of our English Comp class. I am dumbfounded by how this new Middle School has turned out. I was thirsting for knowledge about the new building yet the only thing I really wanted to know was the comparison between the new and old school’s way of learning and schedules. The building itself reminded me of college campuses that I have visited where the architecture is very geometric and intricate. The building itself looks as though it has been untouched and unused even though school has been in session for about a month and a half now.