A character that resembles bravery like Odysseus is Rosa Park, on December 1, 1955; Rosa Parks was going home after a busy day at work. On the bus, white people sat in the front and black people sat in the back. Rosa decided to sit somewhere in the middle row, this was okay as long as there were no white passengers in that row. Soon more and more white people started boarding the bus, the bus driver told all the black people sitting in the middle row to go to the back. They all got up except for Rosa.
The pungent smell of manure would waft down the hallways as students walked to and from class, I was always late to school because I would get trapped behind tractors on the single lane highway, and there were always pickup trucks in the parking lot. That being said, I loved this school with all of my heart. Friday night football would always make the front of our small-town newspaper, our school spirit was incredible, I knew everyone in my high school by name, and the teachers had great relationships with the students. However, the second trimester of my senior year, everything changed.
It was a huge reunion between a lot of families in the Oakton area. On top of it all, Virginia Tech won! One week had flown by and as Sunday came around it was time to leave. I said my goodbyes and headed back to Virginia Tech around one with my roommate, McKenzie. We were cruising down I-66
Forty nine- year olds have boarded a flight to Sacramento at 5 am. On the way there, all I could hear was the sound of little children saying, “ I’m bored”, and “ When are we getting there ?”. We traveled by bus to the state park to dip our little hands in bone- chilling water and play gold-miner for the day. Each and every one of us felt like celebrities for the day. As the trip continued, the paparazzi constantly asked us to pose for pictures.
It was me with my mother, my girlfriend and her sister in one car, the rest of her family went into another separate car which was her mother, brother and sister in law. It was quite a drive, jamming to the music with the volume all the way it could possibly reached. We were having uncontrollable laughs and jokes, making small pit stops for food, it was a great six-hour drive. Finally, we had reached our destination, with so much to do and so little time.
I ran to the school bus, grabbed a seat, put my headphones on and rested while listening to pop music. After a few hours in the old bus, I saw Maryville Camp. The camp wasn’t what I had expected. It was very gloomy that it didn’t seem like a camp for students, but a camp for emo’s.
We all are in tears hold each other once again Roberto goes over to papa and explains to him that their is only two guards here watching us. Roberto said to papa follow my lead then they walked over to the immigration officers watching tv behind the desk and asks for a restroom where Roberto had cut the chain link fence outside the restroom window before visiting hours. They all head through the hole one by one where they met Roberto and i waiting on the other side to freedom. Mama was the last through the hole she ran into the car and
I’ve lived here ever since I was three. I have a very balanced and happy life here in Rigby and successful career as a student at Rigby High. I run up to ten miles each day in the fall and spring to become an exceptional athlete in both track and cross country in which I’ve had victorious seasons. I go home to three or more hours of homework each night to get straight A’s in all my classes including AP and college courses. Somehow I have found the time to go to sporting events, parties, and service projects where I have made so many friends that are indeed true characters of strength, joy, and goodness.
Becoming part of the school’s National Honor Society proves to me that all the years of struggle, determination, and hard work has definitely paid off. In addition to becoming a member of my school’s NHS, I was also elected as President of the French Honor Society, received 6 Silver Honor Roles certificates since 8th grade, and was also given the “Best Student” award in IB Business HL. To me, all of these achievements portray my growth since my struggles in middle school. Developing myself and seeing positive results is one of the best feelings in the world - it made me realize how effective and powerful it is to really desire
I smiled at the bus driver who was a very nice young lady and then walked to the back and took a seat next to my friend Brooke. The bus driver made me a little more relaxed and not so nervous. Also, I was so glad that Brooke was on the same bus as me so that I had a friend to talk to and go into school with that day. We got to the school and the bus doors opened and the butterflies came back to my stomach.
Baller County had high expectations for the year so the team started off the practices with a strong swagger and practice had started becoming part of a usual routine for all the young athletes. The day February 25, a day that young John Goodman will never forget. The overcast weather conditions had soaked everything; therefore, the team had spent practice in the batting cages. Afterwards, the coach dismissed the team to go home since weather conditions seemed to be worsening. Goodman and a few others had decided that they would go to the mall and pick up some well needed snacks at the mall.
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
they thought my stories were so cool even though they were all bull shit. we ate lunch and had a great time on the bus then we arrived and the middle school field``. we were walking too our locker room and the other team walked right passed us and i saw him, the big boy. he was 20 pounds heavier and two inches taller
What made me even more nervous, was that us students had no idea where we were headed. Two charter busses were waiting for us, so I reluctantly said goodbye to my family and hopped onto the bus, fully putting my trust in the Lord and trusting in the plan he had for me the rest of the week. After an hour and a half in the bus, we pulled over at a rest stop in Springfield to have breakfast. We were almost done eating and
Day break and they were at it again, Mrs. Ortner was making her rounds on the bus handing out study material for all competitors for you guessed it, another study session. On the bus, in the airport, on the plain, and on another bus never has a group of high school freshman studied so diligently. After being settled into our hotel and getting a good night’s rest the chapter woke for breakfast only to find hundreds of other students there to compete, this made that nervous tension just a little stronger. The rest of the day was filled with motivational speakers and icebreakers.