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It started out like any other Sunday, my dad doing the crossword, my sister watching television, and my mom walking the dog. I was sitting at the table doing homework. I was immersed in my geometry assignment when the jarring chimes of my cell phone stirred me from my concentration. I looked over to see my lacrosse teammate, Emma, calling. I answered Emma and let out an innocent, Hello! Emma gravely asked if I had been on Facebook that morning. I had not, so I flipped open the laptop and logged in. Before I could read the post at the top of my newsfeed, Emma told me that Molly, our teammate, had been shot. I met Molly in the spring of our first year at high school after joining the lacrosse team. After try-outs, the JV team voted Molly and me co-captains. We were fast friends. Unbelievingly, I asked Emma if Molly was okay. Emma paused, then regretfully replied, “No,” and burst into tears. Abruptly, my spacious kitchen felt awfully …show more content…
Throughout the rest of high school, I was forced to deal with Molly’s death. Now, two years later, I can look back and see how much I have grown as a teammate, sister, student, and Christian. Fortunately, I had my faith to fall back on. I'm not sure where I would be without it. Everyone on the team dealt with Molly’s death differently, and for me, that meant involvement in YoungLife and youth group. After Molly died, I decided to love harder, which led to a stronger bond between my little sister and me. She and I became best friends in high school. I think that came from a subconscious resolution to live each day entirely. That carried into my schoolwork too. I learned to be persistent and to work hard to understand things that don’t come naturally, like writing and social studies. From my commitment to YoungLife, to qualifying for state competition in DECA to my bold personality, and daring confidence, I grew in uncountable ways after Molly
Graduating high school was really exciting for me, but at the same time I was apprehensive because I knew it was a significant milestone in my life and I didn't know what to expect with college. However, the freedoms provided by college ending up being wonderful. I love being able to completely manage my time on my own and make my own decisions. I graduate college next May. If I were not going to grad school I would probably be dreading it because I don't think I'm ready for the "real world" and having a 9-5 job yet. So, since I am continuing my education it's going to be exciting since I will be moving to a new state and meeting new people.
By the time I got home, my brother had already arrived and was enthusiastically recounting the day’s events to my mom, who had obviously been crying. When he finally stopped carrying on, my mom told me to sit down and then she told me. I will never forget her exact words or even the way she said them. “Megan committed suicide today.” I stared blankly at her, I knew she had to be lying, she had to be wrong, Megan would never do that. We had been too good of friends for too long, I knew her too well. Megan was always happy, she always had a joke to tell. She had such a bright future, she was an excellent athlete and it seemed as though she succeeded in everything she tried.
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
When I was entering into High School, I tried to join as many clubs as I can, since I wanted not only to be superior in grades, but also extracurricular activities. So as usual, I joined Key Club. At first volunteering at the events was fun, but as I went to more events, it felt as if it was a chore. I did not feel any passion; it was rather tiresome.
Throughout my four years in high school I have been fortunate enough to fulfill many of my aspirations and my thirst for knowledge. One goal that I would like to achieve is to become an international attorney. I have aligned my involvement in specific academic and extra-curricular activities to aid me preparing for the long road between my present situation and the day I pass the bar exam. Through my high school activities I have learned three virtues that I have deemed necessary to achieve my goal, passion, self-discipline, and perseverance.
I felt as though I was watching a train barrelling towards me, an inevitable bullet that had come tumbling out of the opposing pitcher’s arm. But instead I stood immobilized, watching my team's only chance of winning whiz by me. Strike three. I heard my team from behind me shouting “SWING!” with my mind screaming the same. But my bat remained unmoving, the pop of the catcher's glove like the nail into the coffin that was our defeat. All I had to do to keep our hopes of winning hope alive was swing, and yet I couldn't. I stayed on the field afterwards, tossing the ball up in the air and swinging away, landing it on the thick maple barrel of the bat.
Melinda was my absolute best friend. And I ruined it. We did everything together. Anything either of us did, the other one did the same. From soccer, to pink nail polish, to simply what we ate for lunch. I ruined it. She went through everything with me: thick and thin. I ruined it. I should’ve known. The night of the party. That’s when it all happened. I should’ve went to find her in the woods because I knew she was drunk. I saw her running back to the house like something had happened to her. I saw her take her phone out of her pocket. I saw her hit three numbers. I saw her put her phone up her to ear. When the police showed up I automatically assumed the worst. I had assumed that Melinda called the cops on the party to get it shut down. I never even once thought that there
I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do with my life after high school. I sat at home, on the computer, searching for careers and colleges majors online, night after night. I’d ask my parents, “What should I do with my life?” They would repeatedly give me the same answer, “Whatever your little heart desires.” That response just made me even more confused and frustrated because it reminded me of how many different options I had to choose from. I knew I wanted to continue my education by attending college, but there are so many aspects to think about when considering a college, such as, the type, cost, size, and distance of the college. I would stay awake in bed at night stressing about it. I knew I wanted to attend a college close
At last, my final year of high school is towards its end. I have had a very rough year for my twelfth grade year but I know that I can still do it.
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Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.
I left the bag opened for Emma and stood next to her on my tiptoes, even though it only gave me a few inches in height, I reached for the cupboard above the bowl of fruit and on the lowest shelf to grab a couple of the cups that were meant for us. Easy access. Plastic. Only ever filled with water, milk, or the occasional orange juice. Only left the kitchen to go to the dining room. Setting them both down on the round kitchen table, I sullenly pranced from one corner of the kitchen to the opposite, from the food cupboard to the magnet-and-drawing-covered fridge. Opening the doors dramatically, I reached for the milk with both hands and turned around quickly to set it on the other side of the table. As I shut the doors, I looked to Emma to see if she would
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
My sister is important to me in a numerous amount of ways. She has taught me to be truthful, kind and to never loose faith. Through her I’ve learned to have self-confidence in all that I do or I won’t limit to half of the things I am capable of. I am very thankful that she is a part of me because I know without her I wouldn’t be who I am today. She has helped mold me into the person I have become. I learn from her that making good choices is one of the most important things in life, no matter the situation. Every moment I have with ...
My dad and sister watched television, my mom crocheted, and I worked on my Kinderbuch for German class. As usual, everyone but me fell asleep. At 10:30, we packed all of our things into the back of the Tahoe and pulled around to he front to return the keys.