Throughout high school I hadn’t seen all the work that went into homecoming, I just knew it looked great. The night before homecoming I passed the cafeteria on the way to our football game to see that there weren’t any decorations. I went in to see what was going on and I found out that this year there wasn’t a homecoming committee. I then went to the teacher who usually handles those kinds of things to find out what happened. She told me that she would not be setting up this year and decorations would be left to us. Prior to that day, she hadn’t told anyone that help was needed. Knowing this was my last homecoming and something that everyone was looking forward to I had to do something. I returned to help blow up balloons and to put up the
Everything I dreamed about for my senior year was taken from me the day that I moved. When I left my old school I not only said goodbye to my friends, but I also said goodbye to an easy senior year. At my new school I am just another body. No one knows who I am. I talk to everyone I meet, trying to make conversation, but yet I still eat alone in the cafeteria every day, listening to everyone laugh while I try to hold back my tears.
Everyone has an idea of how amazing homecoming would be. I got the chance to go to the homecoming football game and the dance too. It’s great being able to spend homecoming weekend with your bestfriend and boyfriend/girlfriend. It’s so much fun and it seems like the fun never ends. Homecoming is a special event you get to have with the people you like best. You get to dress up nice, and just have fun. Here is a little about how homecoming weekend was for me.
This last weekend was homecoming and I went to the cardboard races and football game. It was also parents weekend so I did all of this stuff with my mom. The cardboard boat races were fun. Our hall’s boat sunk right when it got into the water, so that was not cool. Some of the boats were really fast and it was super fun to watch. The best part was watching people finish and the worst part was the coldish weather. I probably should not have worn shorts and a t-shirt. Then the next day we went to the football game. There was free food and drinks under a tent, and who doesn’t like free food. We were playing Saginaw Valley and that is where a couple of my friends from high school go to school, so I was hoping that we beat them. The game was really
There are many conflicts in The Homecoming. The first conflict I noticed in the story was person vs. nature. Clay boy is walking in the woods to find a Christmas tree and then he is attacked by an albino deer. Clay boy was forced up a tree by this deer. He gets out of this situation after the buck loses his antlers. Another conflict in this book is person vs. person. On Christmas eve, Charlie Snead is arrested for poaching. He pleads for the sheriff to have mercy and let him go, but the sheriff will not let Charlie go free because he has broken the law. Another conflict featured in this story is person vs. self. Clay boy likes to draw, unlike his father. He is expected to grow up and live the same life as his dad but he doesn’t want to. He
"We're moving!", my Mom said aloud to our family of four at the dinner table. All I could do was face palm. Ever since I was introduced to the planet, moving to different areas of the city or country has been a huge part of my life. It became a yearly thing. My mom was a traveling nurse, so wherever she finds a job that's more decent in salary or atmosphere, we would end up moving to an area close to where her new job would be. I always thought of it as an exciting experience when I was younger. Almost like an adventure or journey across the country. As I got older it became more annoying and upsetting; always having to throw away any items in order to save money to travel, leaving behind old friends and soon forgetting them, or not being
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand，and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
Drugs! Alchohol! These two things prove to be very dangerous to the human person. My older brother was once addicted to both, but with the help from my parents, he is now back on the right track. This was only possible because my parents took huge steps in helping him get to rehab. They were heroes to me and my family because they had been so caring, loving, and forgiving to my brother. There has been so many wonderful things I have learned from them. My parents saved my brother's life and showed me what true love and hope can accomplish.
I thought they were happy to see me, but when I opened the door to our shack, I saw
One morning, I sat reflecting upon the many years of my life. I had transformed into a completely new person, and the difference shocked me every time I thought about it. Some of my friends from highschool no longer recognized me,which proved to be necessary. I remember the day that I started on the journey to become who I am today. I was barely 18 on that fateful day, the day I became queen...well, homecoming queen anyway. At my school, at 45 degrees N, 94.5 degrees W, I was voted to be homecoming queen mainly because no one else wanted it.
A tradition throughout the United States, Homecoming, the cliché in movies and the most spirited time in any high school. It was with no doubt going to result in success, despite whatever the score may be at the closing of the Football game. That night was about coming together as one, enjoying each other’s enthusiasm, and having an extraordinary time.
Kalyla held a bottle behind her, and waited. Peri quickly caught up, lapped at the bottle, then circled and matched her pace, walking alongside her. Kalyla looked with affection at this little bundle of energy. She stopped to listen, and heard a creek flowing nearby.
The crisp, cold November air hit me like a truck as I opened the library doors, making an overdue exit after practically two hours of studying.
When faced with new environmental changes and a lifestyle to adapt to, many college students feel overwhelmed by homesickness. Homesickness is most commonly due to anxiety, depression, and loneliness. A research studied concluded that homesick college students are three times more likely to drop out than non-homesick students. For many first-year college students, being away from home can be like an adventure. It’s exhilarating to be off on your own and completely in charge of your life and social well-being. I know that during my first week in college, I didn’t feel homesick at all because I was so anxious to meet new people, explore campus, and check out my classes. However, as I got more used to
One evening my father came home with multiple forms that needed to be filled out. One was for my mother and the second one was for my father to complete. He put the forms in the living room table and said “I have good news!”My dad’s face lit up like christmas tree, his smile was ear to ears, his face was glowing with happiness and we all gathered together to hear his good news. My mother on the other hand was not that impressed, “What did you buy this time?”, she asked my father. My father had replied “This is something that will make all of us have the opportunity to succeed.” My mother was busy going back in forth to the kitchen and living room. We all gathered around my father, I was eager to hear the good the news. My four year old brother jumped up and down calling “aboy” (father) as we persuaded him to tell us about the good news. My father asked if we could
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he