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.
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
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
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
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
If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember.
"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
The past four years have been fun and easy for some and a struggle for others. When I reflect on my high school experience, I think of watching football games, playing softball, homecoming weeks, school trips, parties and time with my friends. Others have spent their time in drama, band, community service, part-time jobs and all sorts of other activities. We have all watched Mr. LHS grow along with us until it became a big part of the high school year. I enjoyed laughing with and at the guys as they showed off their talents. This year’s homecoming football game was one of the most exciting ones we have had, with four quarters and three overtimes when we beat Jackson 48 to 42 for a homecoming victory. No matter what types of experiences we have had, I think they are important to remember and grow from.
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.
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
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.
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he
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.