The most important week of the year had snuck up on me once again. My final opportunity to put my hard work and dedication to use had come. I had been trying to make the Mukwonago Varsity Dance Team since freshman year. I wanted so badly to have my moment as a senior on a team that my peers actually cared about. However, what I did not know is that May 23rd, the first day of tryouts, would easily be the worst day of my life. I returned home from a stressful day of school and tryouts and began to practice the routines I had learned right away. Later that night, my father stopped by my mother’s apartment to check on her since we had not heard from her all day. As it turned out, my mother had taken her own life as a result of her lifelong depression.
Buses pull up to the front of this ancient school just like every other morning. The only difference is the sun is still sleeping behind the mountains and these buses are filled with dance teams ready to compete instead of the regular high school students. The school’s front steps are cracked and little black circles on the concrete show where lazy students have spit out their gum on the ground. Inside the host team, the Pocatello Indianettes, stand ready by a white plastic table waiting to check teams in and lead them to their dressing rooms. The table is covered in tan folders filled with each team’s
After I was saved, Makayla offered to take me to church with her every Sunday I would want to go, but about a year later on the May of our junior year, Makayla tragically passed away in a car accident. During this time, my grades were dropping, I was cutting with a razor to release my pain of losing her. I started to get mad at God for taking her away from me. My depression was at an all-time high and it was just so difficult to deal with that one day, I opened my medicine cabinet, grabbed a bunch of pills, stuffed it under my shirt, gave my mother a hug acting like everything was normal, and then I overdosed in the bed of my room. The catch is, I woke up with my mother by my side in a hospital.
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.
When my mother finally gave up on me, she began to share a story that I will never forget. One Sunday afternoon, my mother was with her family, coming home from church. In the small town of Davis, in which not much commotion ever occured, my mother heard the wail of sirens and could see a fast streak of flashing lights. First responders, firefighters, police officers, and paramedics were all arriving at the car accident. My mother was approaching the scene.
I was a seventh grader when I attempted suicide because my life didn’t make sense. My mom, little brother and little sister were in Mexico for the cause that my grandmother was about to die so my mom had to leave. They were gone for
In seventh grade my friend Abbie and I decided to go out for the basketball team. After a week of tryouts we both found our names on the team roster. We were both so ecstatic. As the season progressed Abbie and I grew closer as teammates as well as friends. We became so close I sometimes considered her family-my family. We had a great season together, one of the best the school had ever seen, until the very end. Two weeks after the championship game, Abbie’s mother took her to the doctor for severe headaches.
There's no questioning that the essence of society has become notorious for being unforgiving and cold to all those who encounter it. Some individuals are buffeted by it while a select few rise to the occasion to defeat it. In the so-called "adult world," few genuinely care about hardships faced by others previous to their concurrence and instead are only concerned with making personal gains. This concept is a rather disquieting one, but entirely relevant nonetheless. Personally, I’ve fallen victim to such conditions and have chosen to brave the storm. I come from a background saturated with difficulties and obstacles that I’ve never once used as leverage, or for the purpose of constructing excuses for my actions. And, I plan to continue in
A typical morning for me when i was 15 was not only trying to get myself ready to walk a long distance to school, but to prepare my two little sisters for their school. I was only 11 years old when my dad left us(mom and siblings). Ever since my dad left us I had to face a lot of challenges knowing that since that moment my life had changed. When my dad left i ended up taking a lot of responsibly at a young age. I started working and wanted to help my mom. We got to a point where we became homeless and i missed a lot of school. When my dad left he took everything and the house my parents were paying was way too much for my mom to pay by herself because is was working in the fields picking fruits. When we were homeless we had to go back to mexico
I had a very strong interest in what the future held for women in science, because I wanted women to be able to make multiple accomplishments like men did in the science category. Throughout the time of being alive I made a speech about how I wanted women to make a great impact with being in science for the future. I can only image what the future is like now for women, I suspect that women have many more jobs in multiple categories than before. However I do know that some of the friends I had were also making an impact on the world already, changing it and showing how it can be different. An tremendous amount of citizens probably would have disagreed with all the things that women wanted to have changed or do. Honestly I do hope that women
“C’mon, get in the car. I only had a few.” A couple minutes later, there is the sound of tires screeching that filled the street with sound. KA-BANG!! You look over and you see your best friend covered in blood. You then realize you have made the worst decision of your life.
The best journey of my life so far was when I traveled to Hawaii for the Hawaii baseball World Series in July 2014. The team I went with was from San Diego and not one person from that team knew me besides the coach, which was my girlfriends grandpa. My best friend Mikey Alvarez and I had been chosen to play for the team and when I found out I was playing in Hawaii I was so excited I started to yell “Hawaii here we come,’’ with an extreme amount of excitement. Two weeks before my family and friends family went to Hawaii, we left to San Diego to meet up with the team. We left at the crack of dawn so that we would get there midday and it was very hot, especially because it was so packed in the car. Luckily I had nice ice cold refreshments to
The best thing that ever happened to me was eighth grade. This even surprised me
Around 7th grade, material possessions started to become my priority. Due to the fact, there was a surprisingly high amount of peer pressure to better than the next person, to look your best, and everywhere I looked people were consumed by their phone or the internet. It seemed imperative to have a cell phone at this point. So, I asked my parents and after much convincing they said yes.
Sitting on the bathroom floor, my mother, sixteen year old Andrea Butler, was curled up in a ball crying more than ever before. Several minutes passed before she stood up and looked into the mirror. She tried to compose herself by brushing through her dark brown hair, but as she looked back down at the small, plastic stick with two pink lines on it, her chocolate colored eyes immediately fill with tears once again. “What am I supposed to do?” My mother thought over and over in her head. She was among the top of her class. She had a plan. She wanted to graduate school and to attend college. Everyone expected the best from her; no one thought she could make a mistake that would cost her so much. “If I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant with you when
Preparing for the final evening was as much fun as the event itself. We were a group of eighteen girls. Some, like I, had some background in Kathak while others were dancing in this style for the first time. The teachers worked hard with us over a period of twenty days. They encouraged the team and were patient with us as we fumbled with the steps. It was hard work as the steps of the dance were changed few times till we got the steps all the eighteen girls were comfortable with. We did not grudge the effort and looked forward to performing before the parents.