It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school. After showering and getting dressed, I walked downstairs to feed my dog and prepare myself a last-minute breakfast before leaving. “Can we please go?” I yelled as I read the time 7:41 on the microwave. I usually liked to arrive at school early to talk to my friends and occasionally walk to Racetrac or Chick-fil-a. As I left my house, I brought my friend with me. I always had him by my side when I went out. Not only has he had the biggest impact on my life, but has always been with me since I was a small child. His name is not spoken much, because to most it is irrelevant. To be honest, I really do hate him, but I cannot leave him even if I wanted to. I am stuck with him for the rest of my life. …show more content…
We conversed about how stressed we were and what our plans were for thanksgiving break. My friend usually didn’t stay around when I’m with my school friends. They seem to not pay attention or notice him at all. Shortly after the bell rang for first period, I instantly remembered the dread and anxiety that school brought upon me. This day was a block day; Four class periods that lasted for an hour and a half each. Block days always felt like an eternity. My friend had almost all the same classes as me. He would follow me from one class period to the next, hovering over me like a dark cloud. Most of the time I am able to stray away from him, but today in particular he seemed invincible to my attempts to ditch
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Thanksgiving Break The main thing I did over my thanksgiving break was hunting. It was Bob Carter, Andy Carter, Wayne Woulsy, Willy Carter, and I. We started duck hunting on Wednesday on the 23rd of November. Are first hunt we saw a bunch of mallard ducks light on a pool east of are blind. We killed 1 wood duck and 1 wigeon duck.
Have you ever had a bad holiday? This last Thanksgiving wasn’t the best holiday I’ve encountered. The vacation was four days long and it was fun, but the Thanksgiving meal wasn’t satisfying. We left Wednesday around 9:00 a.m. and got to Watertown, Wisconsin somewhere between 3:00 p.m. and 4:00 p.m. The trip was better than what it usually is, we made good timing, I kept myself occupied, took a nap, and ate a good lunch.
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
Good Evening Prof. Ellis, I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving Break! I know I enjoyed a nice home cooked meal, however, the reason I am emailing you is to make sure I don 't have my "final grade docked" because I didn 't send in excuses for my absences. I am positive I have missed over three absences, so attached are doctor 's notes for two of the days I missed. I know there is a chance my grade would not have been affected, but I did not want to risk it. Thanks.
As we pull up to the familiar steps of the school, the squeal of the brakes pierces my ears, and the bus arrives at 8:05 am. We soon file out of the bus saying our thank yous and goodbyes to our friendly bus driver. My morning journey has ended, and the odyssey called high school is just
I had a pretty relaxed Thanksgiving Break. On Saturday and Sunday all of my friends were either busy or away so I did not have anything have anything to do. I just watched T.V. and chilled out both days. Except on Saturday night the Coronado High School boys were playing their most important game of the year, so my family and went and cheered them on. Then, on Monday and Tuesday I was really busy with water polo.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.
The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.
The students encouraged themselves to make the teacher give lectures to waste time in class. By the end of the long lecture about graduating high school, the school bell rang. Leaving class, I knew today is going to be a long day. The next period is the Spanish class, that was a million miles away from my math class that is really boring. Memorizing how to say hi in Spanish was enough for one day.
However, we soon realized that the year was going to be a challenge. With SATs, the constant juggle between schoolwork and extracurricular activities, and daunting words like “college” and “future” looming heavy and near, we all felt like we were going under. When everything seemed to be crashing down on us, our junior retreat bolstered us. We witnessed the strength of our bonds, as we experienced moments of forgiveness, admittance of gratitude and love, and moving rekindling of friendships. I vividly remember chasing one another in a game of hide-and-seek gone rogue that quickly turned into a vicious game of tag.
Shortly after, the bell rang to go to first period. Thankfully, Amanda and I had the same first period class, but that was one of two classes that we had together. That left me to experience the rest of my classes all by myself. The first couple of periods were not too bad, but as the day went on, I was really dreading lunchtime. Out of the six kids who were former St. Michael’s students, I was the only one who had