A significant moment of my life was the day I graduated from high school. It was on May 26, 2016. I had woken up like it was any other day and I went about my daily routines. I had spent that morning with my sister because she was visiting from North Carolina and was soon due to deliver her baby. It wasn’t until 10am that I realized I had to get ready for graduation. At first it hadn’t hit me that this was one of the biggest days of my life. I had gotten ready while my sister did my nails and my makeup, while my mother helped me with my hair. I hadn’t really thought about how this would change things, but when the time came for me to get to the stadium where the graduation was held, I started to get nervous. The whole entire car ride there I was sweating and crying because I feared that I was going to get there late, I was also nervous about the day had finally come and it made me think of all the struggles I had to go through just to get to this moment. …show more content…
I had failed the reading FCAT since the third grade, during those years I thought that I wasn’t smart enough, that I would never get to graduate from high school without being left back, but it wasn’t until I started my 9th grade year, where I had finally been able to understand the material and concepts that I needed to pass. When I had finally finished going down memory lane, we were already at the stadium. As I was in the back waiting till the graduation started, I had talked to my friends and talked about what we would do during the summer and that we would hang out and keep in touch. Then it was time to start, the music started playing and one by one we walked. While I was walking I saw a glimpse of my mother’s face and knew that she was proud of me. She had told me a story of how the doctors told her that I be placed in special classes for I would not be able to learn as well as the students around
Walking through the dark hallway, I struggled to find the light every day. Going into my classroom felt like opening the door to a pathway to hell. I cried each and every day hoping and praying I would go back to the place I loved my whole life, my school back in Ethiopia. As I walked into my old school, past memories and emotion came rushing back to me. I saw my old hiding place, I would go there to get away from all my problems. It was beside the cafeteria, where a small room was located. The walls were dusty and the floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for a year, but I didn’t care because that was my place where I can hide from the rest of the world. One day I heard a knock at the door, I thought who in their right mind would want to come here, but as it turned out that day was the day everything changed and I met my best friend there. My whole perspective about school changed that day. The ugly building I did not want to walk into became like my second home. I realized I was lucky to have a school to go to, and most people don’t have a chance to even go to school. Going to my classes became the best part of my day. Having my best friend beside me taught me that I can accomplish anything if I try my
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
As we arrived, my stomach started to turn inside out, and I wasn’t sure why, but I knew when that happens I turn into a nervous wreck. They sat me in the hallway as they chattered about me I was assuming. On our bumpy car ride home, my parents stopped through an ice cream shop, knowing that’s a way to cheer their little boy. They sat me down and told me about how the teacher is concerned with my low-level reading and writing skills. It bothered me very much, that the teacher had never said anything to me one on one. My parents told me that I might be held back, and to stay positive and don’t let this bring you down. This caused so much confusion and discouragement for a seven year old boy. I was still in discomfort after the day reading because of how the kids laughed when I read my
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
It was August 11 a week before I started the last year of middle school. The slight buzzing noise came from my phone caught my attention. The text I saw changed my family forever. The text, the calls, and the tears made me realize my grandma was really gone. It was a normal friday with my mom, laughter, jokes, and joy.
Everyone has a defining moment in their lifetime that reveals who they are as a person and how they fit into this strange puzzle we call life. This moment could be an engaging art class that ignites a passion for design and encourages them to begin a path towards art school. For another it may be a childhood sports camp that awakened an adoration for a certain sport. My defining moment occurred one night in my room as I was discreetly watching Netflix on my iPod touch. More specifically, I was watching American Horror Story: Murder House.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
Class of 2012, we've finally made it, but not without the help of our parents, teachers and mentors along the way. Maybe what they did for us was that they were a good rudder and we're the ship, and they got us to the sea where we remember who we are. Because we all get in that fog, where we forget who we are or what we're about, we get overwhelmed. I mean I've been there plenty of times in my life. But we're not going to remember most of our lives until the end. But we will remember certain moments. Maybe it's our first 4.0 report card, maybe it's our first 100 percent biology test, maybe it's our first homerun, our first touchdown. Whatever it may be, it will stay with us forever. Many of us have been together through elementary, middle and high school, and we have all had to work hard and remain focused to be where we are today. All change happens in a minute. Your life changes in a moment. Something triggers you and you finally make a decision and it all shifts. As years go by, your body is going to change, your relationships are going to change, your attitude is going to change. Change is automatic, but progress is not. Our progress has brought us here tonight, and tonight will become one of those moments that we will cherish forever.
It was December 13th, two days before my birthday. I was ecstatic, I had just gotten my books for math, my first class of the day, and was walking into class when I overheard Zeyad telling someone that the short girl who dyed her hair a lot had passed away last night. I immediately knew who he was talking about, I asked him if he was talking about Migdalia Perez, Jazzys real name, and he said yes. My books crashing to the floor barely faze me as Zeyad speaks. The sound of laughter and joy from the people around me resonate in my ears as I feel tears rush to my eyes begging to be released. A wave of chills rush through my body as I try to comprehend what I was just told. I wanted to deny it, but who would lie about such a thing? I found purchase on my desk before the tears sprung out of my eyes without my consent. A sob racks throughout my body as my breathing picks up. My surroundings became fuzzy and I could barely register the sound of my friends asking what's wrong and the teacher telling me to go to guidance. I weakly refused as I attempted to stop crying so that I wouldn’t miss the lesson, but he urged me despite my impuissant
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
... thought that maybe we won’t be friends or even know each other in the future. Unexpectedly, we all had these feelings of fondness for a place we a come to despise and couldn’t wait to leave. Why would that happen to us? We all realized that in this moment we’re growing up but are far from “grown up.” Suddenly, there is a flash of light and in that moment I knew that the three of us would be separated for the rest of the day, maybe our lives. The flash brought everything back. It gave us a reason to go back into the hallway and meaninglessly chat with our friends. After we left that room we were still sharing a moment together but in a different sort of way. The picture was there and we had superficial thoughts but the graduation was so much more. It marked a major time in our lives and sent us off into the future. No longer were we the next generation because we were being sent off into the grown up world. Would we all still be appreciated? How is the world going to receive three naive girls who don’t know anything? All these questions were to be asked and to be forgotten because we got caught up in the moment. The picture marks that time in our past and an important time it was.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were