Every Moment Counts I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in this world, why did it have to be her? Two years ago, a good friend of mine moved to Michigan. She's been on my soccer team for as long as I can remember. Over the years, we've grown closer and closer every game and every minute we played with each other on the same field. Knowing that she would soon be living hundreds of miles away wasn't easy to process. All I could ever think about was how much I was going to miss seeing her smile everyday when she walked into soccer practice. My friendship with …show more content…
Emma taught me how short life is, and how little time we have to spend with each other. Every year, my soccer team throws a party at one of our teammates houses to celebrate the end of the year playing together. Everyone decided that we would dedicate the party to Emma since this would be the last time we would see her before she left. When Emma walked in, the whole team ran as fast as we could with smiles as wide as could be. When we finall reached her, we all dog piled on her. Unfortunately, I was on the bottom of the dog pile. It felt like I was being squashed like a pancake by everyone that was lying on top of me. Once no one could breathe, we all got up off of each other to try to catch our breaths. Since this was the last time the team would see Emma, we all took turns squeezing her to death with hugs, and taking as many pictures as we could possibly take with her. You could tell by looking at us that we are closer than most normal soccer teams are. We don't only care about the game. We care about each other. So when I took my turn, I had to hold back tears knowing that this would be the last day I ever got to spend with her. At the end of the party, the entire team gathered downstairs in the basement to have a short talk with our coach, Brian.
"Since this is the last time you will be with Emma, let's have everyone go around in a circle and share your favorite memory you've had with her," Brian said. While he continued giving directions, I thought long and hard about what I was going to say. From her trying to kill mosquitoes during soccer practices or her trying to trip me every time we were on opposite teams during soccer practice. My turn was coming up and I knew what I was gonna say. A long time ago, our team went to a soccer tournament in Iowa. My family took Emma because her parents weren’t able to take her at the time. On the way, we stopped at a starbucks to take a break from sitting in the car for so long. Emma had recently gotten a Mac laptop, which she was obsessed with, and brought it with her everywhere she went. When we were waiting line to order our drinks, she randomly pulled out her laptop and said, “Allie, take ugly pictures with me on PhotoBooth!” We probably took hundreds of pictures on her laptop in the middle of a starbucks line. As soon as I was finished, I began to look around the room at everyone's smiling faces realizing how much of an impact people can have of on your life, and can change it for the good. By the end of the last story, everyone was doubling over in laughter with tears streaming down their faces like rockets. In only a few minutes, those tears would have …show more content…
a different meaning. After everyone was doing sharing their stories, the parents came downstairs with a few gifts that we wanted to give Emma.
The first gift was one of our teams old soccer jerseys that was framed, and that the entire team signed. The second gift was a scrapbook. Each person on the team got two pages to decorate of themselves and Emma. As everyone gathered downstairs, we all pulled out the presents and yelled, "Surprise!" Emma's face beamed as she saw what we had made for her. While the team had a group hug around Emma, all of the parents started snapping pictures of us left and right as if we were celebrities. When everyone pulled away and the parents left the room, Brian pulled Emma to the side and said a few things to her that I wasn't able to hear. I knew right away that it was time to say goodbye. "Since this is the last time you will see Emma, I will give you all some privacy to say your final goodbyes." While he exited the room, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No one knew what to say. It then hit me that this is reality, and that this is actually happening as we speak. While all these thoughts were going through my head, I didn't realize that tears were dripping off of the edge of my chin onto the carpet. Soon enough, everyone in the room started to cry hysterically. All except Emma. She was off playing basketball with a mini basketball hoop. "Emma, aren't you sad you're leaving? Why aren't you crying?" I questioned. "If I sit with all of you, then I will cry,
and then I won't be able to stop," she responded. I pulled her into a tight hug, never wanting to let go. Looking back on this experience, I can see how this has taught me how to cherish the moments that you spend with people. I've come to realize that life is too short to waste your time being unhappy. Emma moving has made me understand how precious each minute of everyday is, and how important it is to use it. There is only so much time to do so many things that I want to accomplish in my life. Emma leaving has made me wake up every morning prepared to use every single minute I have to make memories with the people that I care the most about.
Before long I spotted my friends a few feet away and I walked in their direction. I found my 3 friends roaring with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. A few hours later we were all piled in the car and Ashley’s parents drove home. We sat in a comfortable silence because everyone was exhausted from all the fun that we had. I smiled to myself in the dark, as I thought about what an amazing story my trip to six flags would make in the
In Joyce Carol Oates’ short story, “…& Answers” a woman, who is mentally ill, is visiting with a psychiatrist to discuss an accident that happened involving the death of her daughter. The mother and daughter were supposed to be going to the park to play, but there have been some older men hanging around the park, so the mother didn’t feel comfortable bringing her daughter there to play. Instead they went for a ride to show the little girl how beautiful the north area of the state was this time of year. During their drive, they came upon a man who was swerving on the road and next thing the woman knew, was that she was being placed on a stretcher and into an ambulance. As she talks about the accident, she begins to bring up and talk about some
Even though our team, “The Stingers”, eventually changed to “The Velocity”, one girl, Christina, was always there for me and continues to be by my side today. Through playing on the same soccer team for nine seasons, we developed a bond that will not easily be broken. We can look at each other and just start laughing for no reason. I know all of her drama and she knows mine. Our mutual trust that was developed on the soccer field has branched into every aspect of our lives. I know I can turn to her at any moment and she will quit whatever she is doing and come to my rescue. Likewise, she knows I will always be there to help her through any situation, no matter how difficult it may be. Recently, when Christina received the heart wrenching news that her mom has breast cancer, I stood right by her side to help her through it. She was able to lean on me for support when it was too overwhelming for her to handle on her own. When she needed to get away from the stresses of her mom’s health, we would hang out and just talk for hours on end. Similarly, when my relationship with a mutual friend was struggling, Christina was there to help me get through it. She encouraged me to stay strong and continue to treat our friend with respect even though she neglected me and our decade of friendship.
“The Lesson” a short story from Gorilla My Love by Toni Cade Bambara is about a woman, Miss Moore, who wants the best for the children who lives in the inter-city slums of Harlem. Miss Moore took them on a field trip to a toy story that has the luxuries that they do not see often. The children think she is a mean, proper lady, but she is not that at all, she just wants to help them. The author expresses social inequality in this story. “The lesson she wants to impart is the economic inequality that exists in the United States, and for the most part, she succeeds admirably in her goal” (Korb). All of the children experienced the field trip, but Sylvia was affected the most. Miss Moore is more than a character, she is a significant symbol in this short story.
My team and I, who have been playing together for years, were all good friends. That season was when one of the owners of the league i played for went up to my coach (who was also my dad) and asked him if I was interested in joining the league’s club soccer team. I was so excited about doing it, but I also didn't want to do it at the same time. The summer before I played that season my brother had gotten me into liking basketball so I didn’t know what to do either stay in soccer, or start playing basketball. I also didn’t want to leave my team I was playing with because we had been playing together for years . So I end up declining the club offer, and finished the rest of the season with my team. I also ended up choosing to play basketball as my next sport and i still am playing basketball (I am hoping to try out for the GCA basketball team) as of right
It was a few days before I left for school and my best friend, Kate, was throwing a good-bye party for our group of friends. I was so excited for this bash seeing that it would be the last time our group would be together for a while. It was a time for all of us to move on and embark upon futures that held so much for all of us, and to say farewell to the people and memories that had shaped us.
On Sunday March 19, 2017 there was an alleged crime at Pitt River Middle School, the former Mary Hill Secondary. On the day of the crime the school janitor was in the school to supervise the sports group. Shortly after he (Mr Bradley) discovered the plaque of Terry Fox went missing, he called in for help asap. The students attending school the next few weeks were surprised very shocked to notice the missing plaque upstairs where the lockers and staff room are located.The first time I was notified by a fellow student it looked like the backing of the plaque was ripped off aggressively, markings of a shoe print and 2 finger prints. Also 2 visible screws that look like they held up the plaque, there was also shattered glass with blood on the corners.The first day back they asked the teachers to put
“It looks like we have great tickets to the game today,” my dad said as he opened up the tickets to the Illinois vs. Arizona State football game. We were going to be taking a three-hour drive to Champaign-Urbana, Illinois to go watch the game. I was super excited. I love Illinois’s campus. We were going to be going with our family friends Joe and Justin, and there father. Joe and Justin were both looking into colleges to go to. They were at our house with us when we looked at the tickets, we were about to go to the game. “Wow,” Joe said as he looked at the tickets “this should be a great game if Illinois could pull off the win!” “Yah,” Justin replied super excited for what the day might be bringing him. We all piled into the car. My dad started the car and started driving. I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen today. I had been a big Illinois fan ever since I could talk. We all started telling each other funny stories of different embarrassing things that had happened to us. We all started laughing when all of a sudden my dad interrupted me telling everyone one of my stories, ...
I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain
To have complete and thorough knowledge of who someone truly is, is quite similar to being present in their mind at all times, experiencing and comprehending every passing thought which they have. Digging through the masses of thoughts which are embedded within the layers in their brain. Having through knowledge of someone means to know their deepest and innermost thoughts at all times. Knowing someone to the fullest extent is quite comparable to understanding their thoughts and emotions which they may not necessarily choose to voluntarily share with others. The short story Seventh Grade portrayed the struggle of thinking that you truly do know someone to the greatest level. This short story depicted the experiences of Victor, a young adolescent
One day passed since Tory’s death,and our family and friends have been getting us through those rough 24 hours without her. Even some of my classmates have contacted me, which has never happened before. When we got home from the hospital, I went upstairs to cry in my pillows. I know people say things happen for a reason, but this, this should have not happened.
Most stories have a conflict within them, and most of them have winners. In the story “Seventh Grade”, the main conflict is internal. An internal conflict occurs within a person’s mind. While on the other hand, in the story “Melting Pot” the main conflict is external, which takes place between groups of people.
This Air Show was special to me for more than just because it was the last one, just a few days before my best friend Victoria had left to join the Air Force. Her leaving was very hard on me, I didn’t really know what to do after she left and I don’t know if I know what to do now. Victoria and I didn’t know each other very long, but we became very close very quickly. Going to the Air Show with Lauren really made me feel less alone with Victoria gone. I never really got to hang out with Lauren very often anymore, her parents can be a bit strict and she spends as much of her free time as possible with her boyfriend. Her being able to go to something that was so special to me meant the world.
June 5, 2014 was graduation day, one of the saddest days to date, the day where I left behind all my high school memories in pursuit of a career in education. It was a windy day that was at times a bit cold but in general was a gorgeous day. The birds were chirping as Mrs. Swett gave a speech and brought up how this graduating class was by far her favorite and that is why she is retiring, because you can’t get better than the best. After the last diploma is received and the tassel on the hat is switched to the other side, the ceremony was over and everyone began taking pictures and sharing laughter while some tears were indeed shed. It was a fantastic night not only leading into our adulthood, but also marked the start of our adventure of life.
Her and I took our towels and laid them in a sandy area of the beach and got ready to go in the water. This consisted of us lathering sunscreen on ourselves, taking off our shorts, our tank-tops till we were in just our suits, and kicking off our flip flops. We both ran to the water and winced at the sudden cold feeling rising up our legs from the lake. It took her mere seconds to completely emerge herself into the water, me taking about 6 minutes because i'm a baby with the cold. We must have been in that water for hours. We got out of the cold water and walked to our table. I opened up a water as she did and chugged it, feeling very dehydrated from the long swim. Laina and I then went to our towels and laid down. We talked and laughed about nothing of importance, as per usual. “How is the new school, Laina?” I asked as i closed my eyes under the brightness of the sun. She responded with a small shrugs and “It’s school, how good could it get.” I laughed softly, nodding along to her words, even though she wasn't looking at me. It was going to be getting dark so we wanted to start heading back. We packed up everything and started our walk home. I put my hair up into a tight ponytail to keep it out of my face as we walked