All of us had fun, but we were exhausted. We went back to the rental and played some video games. Soon after my mom shouted, “Come eat dinner!” Then me and my sisters raced down the stairs and went right to the dining room. We ate to our fill and then we went right to
To my astonishment, tears filled my eyes as I packed the car and uttered my final goodbyes, leaving behind what felt like had become my home. I never imagined that I would miss attending the ten hour days of rigorous dance classes, eating mediocre cafeteria food, and constantly feeling on the brink of physical and mental exhaustion. As German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche cleverly stated, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” This proved to be absolutely true throughout my four week experience at the California State Summer School for the Arts at CalArts where I learned the imperative life lesson of perseverance.
Some people were happy and excited to see their friends again. While others were nervous because they didn’t know how this year was going to be. Then there was the kids who were complaining about how summer was over. All around school girls were smiling and squealing because they were happy to see their friends. Everyone was talking to their friends.
They began to tell the tale of that night. The night everything changed. They started off at the very beginning by explaining that I wasn’t Katherine Baker, but her identical twin that no one knew of. The reason no one knew was because we were separated at birth causing a mix up when we were put into the foster care system. My mother sat there in shock, not understanding how she never knew, and how she couldn’t tell that I wasn’t her beloved daughter Katherine.
Vigne screamed, enraged and afraid. Vigne swung the book at the wall watching it crash against it, leaving a mark on the wall. She ran and picked the book up again punching, and hitting the book. Tears streamed down her face as she glared down at the book. Vigne could not fathom why the book came back.
I got to hangout with my friends we would play soccer, football, and sometimes basketball I got to talk and talk and talk without getting in trouble from the teachers!!! Sadly in middle school we don’t have recess all we have is aim and most of the time they don’t let us talk in aim. Only on Fridays we can talk and play sports, well that’s at least what the teachers say even though we’ve only gone outside once; It’s been 10 weeks! So yah middle school has its ups and down, you lose friends, you lose privileges such as recess, you make new friends and you get beat at everything by older kids, but you also learn very valuable lessons and that’s the important part: getting through
I was shaking as I had never done before. Today was the last day of middle school. Even though I was afraid I knew I was going to make the best out of my last day. In went through my morning routine and went to Graduation. We practiced for the real ceremony and went through the whole graduation twice.
As the final bell rings everyone scatters out of their classrooms and runs to where they are picked up at the end of the day. For me that spot was the bus stop. When I come to the loop I find myself a shady spot and take a seat with my back resting on a metal beam. I take a look at my phone, like everyone in society these days, and wait for my bus to arrive. Soon my friends come to join me and we laughed and joked about how the day went and which teacher gave the most homework or what couple ended it and made a big scene in the hallway.
The next day we were going to Hershey park, so my mom said go to sleep early. I said no, I’ll wake up fine tomorrow! Which I did, but I was so tired. So once we were up we needed to call our other family to say what house were going to meet at. My parents then said were going to meet at my
It was a normal sunny day. Samantha was abandoned by the parents at age 15. Samantha woke up knowing that she was not alone in her house. She felt this type of presence with her in her room. She gets a phone call from her friends she had met the day before.
I reached out to my high school’s summer school program last summer and volunteered as a tutor for the majority of the summer. There, I tutored in various subjects in math to summer school students, helping a lot of students pass their required coursework. I continued my tutoring agenda by helping ELL students learn English that very summer at a Minneapolis high school. Called the Summer Academy, the summer school program was designed to help new immigrant students receive an academic boost before the school year began. I was able to ease the learning process by helping several students by conversing in a language they were fluent in, Somali. I also had a lot of fun learning more about my culture and making friends through interacting with
Then I got there and realized it wasn’t that bad. We read books, counted numbers, and learned d 'nealian handwriting. My favorite part of the day was recess. I liked that we were able to go outside and play for a while. Although, I was also a bit hesitant.
Her parents yelled for the doctors to come. She started moving her hands a little bit. She opened her eyes. Doctors came in and checked her to see if everything with her was okay and it was. They couldn 't even believe that after so many time she woke up.
Everything happened last summer during vacation. Every year my family plans some wild, adventurous trip, and last year we were going to visit some of the states in the northeastern United States. The trip was going fine until we arrived at the state of New Hampshire. We were going to camp there for a few days, and that was when my parents announced that we were all going to climb Mount Washington. I was not too thrilled by this idea, in fact, I was relatively annoyed. Let me just say, that I did not want to climb to the top of Mount Washington. The thought of climbing this mountain just did not interest me. In the past, we had done many other pretty extreme hikes, and I wondered why this one would be any different. My parents, on the other hand, were both very enthusiastic about this. However, my brother fell somewhere in between, interested, yet not. Despite my parents’ opinions about the climb, I still tried to protest, saying that it would not be that great. Until the day of the hike finally came.
Summers have an air of relaxation to them for most people, but for me I can barely find a moment's rest. Because I work in the hospitality industry, summer is the busiest time of the year. My apartment is a 3 minute walk from the beach and yet I only rarely get to enjoy it. Although there are days, there are precious days, when I can just stop and smell the ocean. Where I can just sit there all day, seemingly without a care in the world. They don't happen often, but that's what makes them even more special.