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SKRR BOOM lights flashing sirens ringing as I lie there unconscious and I look to the right of me and my girlfriend is staring blankly into space. I call her name “Jasmine, Jasmine “and one last time but I still get no response. I am dumb founded; last thing I remember is that we were making a snap chat video while I was driving and everything after that is just blank to me. I ask to myself “could I be the reason why someone I deeply love is dead?” maybe they hit me maybe it isn’t my fault I have to calm down. I look at her one last time and I wonder how could a day that started so perfect end in the worse way possible? Jasmine and I were just your average high school lovers, she was the captain of the cheer team and I was the starting center …show more content…
fielder for our baseball team. We attended Jacksonville High School it was our senior year I was deciding whether to go to the University of Georgia or the University of Arkansas. Whatever I picked Jasmine promised that whatever I picked she was going to the same university. We had been lovers, best friends and anything else you can think of. I would do anything for that girl our love is out of this world crazy how can I hurt her in the worse way? The day started off normal like always I text Jasmine good morning do the usual things you do in the morning and headed to school.
We had a big baseball game today at Baum Stadium matter fact it was the 5A State Championship and everyone was counting on me. It seemed like the day was taking forever to end I was just ready to play, so time passed, it was game time and I refused to leave out of that stadium without a win. I was having a great game, there were a lot of scouts in the stands and I could not disappoint, it was the ninth inning 4-3 one man on second I was 2-3 both of my hits were homeruns and I am up to bat. I look up in the stand and I tell Jasmine and my parents I love you and she blows me a kiss, I go up to bat and on the first pitch I hit a dinger to straightway center-field and I know soon as I hit it I knew it was gone! We win I was so excited I just won the championship for us, Jasmine came running down to the field and gave me a kiss and told me she loved me. After all of the excitement had went down and I stopped signing autographs, there was this after party at my friend Jason’s house he was always know to throw these crazy parties, so Jasmine wanted to …show more content…
go. The party was crazy there were drunken people everywhere, it was about 100-200 people there.
Jasmine was drinking but I decided not to because I knew I was going to have to be the designated driver for tonight. After the feds came in and busted up the party we decided to leave, the ride home Jasmine kept throwing herself on me I mean we were active but I was trying to focus while driving. She started to make a snap chat video, I decided to look over and put my face into, everything after that is a mystery and that is all what happen your honor. The judge said to me “Well you do know that you swerved into another lane and killed the opposite driver?” I couldn’t believe what happened I knew I was going to jail the only question left was for how many
years? As we continued I kept looking over at Jasmine’s parents and they wouldn’t even look at me I felt disgusting couldn’t even talk properly. The Judge continued “well I see that you are a straight A’s student and a baseball superstar, but what you also don’t know is that driver that you killed was intoxicated and as you were swerving onto another lane he was driving on the yellow line and met you right before you crossed it”. I couldn’t believe it really wasn’t my fault the judge came to a verdict and the decision was I was found not guilty, I couldn’t believe, I thought everyone would be happy for me but the family of the other man I killed and Jasmine’s family never forgave me. I felt like I had failed at everything in life, I love and miss Jasmine so much our future was just gone down the drain.
No, my mom did not give me a dollar and tell me to buy a collar. Nine times out of ten, I will tell someone my last name and instantly hear the jingle for Bazooka Bubble Gum. My best friend’s favorite story to tell everyone how we met, when I introduced myself to her in my sassy tone with my arms crossed and hip popped out, “Hi, I’m Gabriella, but you can call me G.” I am G Mazzuca, but legally I am Gabriella Mazzuca. My italian rooted first and last name have a perfect flow to it, but like me, G is simple and unique.
OH... MY….., Daisy what have you done you killed an innocent woman and left the scene….we could be charged with vehicular manslaughter! Because of you! Daisy: w.. what do we do now?
It all started the first week of grade 10. I was walking to math class and i met up with a few of my lunch crew friends. I noticed my friend Ashlea talking to Erin Berring. Erin was an attractive, smart and fashonable girl. I always had a thing for smarties. In school she had straight A's, and was also the leader of the female wrestling team. I felt a little up on myself that day for some reason. I figured there was no better time then the present to chat it up a little. The conversation went quite well, which was different from what I expected. She even asked for my number so we could continue our talk later that night. "Why would she be interested in me?," I said to myself. After all, she seemed way out of my league.
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
Lynnsey Tabor was born on April 30th 2002. She had brown hair and blue eyes. When she was younger, she was the nicest and the sweetest girl without a care in the world. She was a lot like me. Always with the guys and hated the prissy girls. She would always go to her grandpa’s house on her dad’s side of the family and all of her cousins were boys. So, she would always do the things they did, such as Legos, batman, video games and Youtube. She was a lot like me in some of those ways.
The person that I see as a person of passion would have to be Lauren Fristrom. Lauren is my cousin who is 30 years old and is a Registered Nurse. I chose her because this Thanksgiving she had asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her that I have need to make the decision between a Veterinarian and a Registered Nurse. She asked me, “Which job interested you more”. I told her that I loved to help people and animals, but I had no idea which job I would have more fun and experiences with.
I originally planned a very short trip to see Angela Meade in Bellini's Norma at the Met and one NYCB Nutcracker, but my partner wanted to go along, so I made it a week trip and bought us both tickets to a second Nutcracker (he didn't go to the other shows). I told him he could fill the other nights with plays or musicals (what he likes) because he complained I usually fill up the vacation with a ballet or opera every single night. However, he decided he wanted us to have casual leisurely evenings at dinners instead. I was fine with that too and let him choose the places. In the past I have dominated what we do on vacations, and he has complained and tends to stay home nowadays, so this trip I let him decide everything besides the Norma and
When you got sick and the doctors told me I should hold you back you taught me it was more important to feel and grow like any other child than to have me hide you under my wing. It was more important to live. And that you did. You danced so beautifully, for years. And then your greatest joy, cheerleading. You made me so proud. You have always been my greatest pride and joy. I'm not sure how I can live this life without you. Remember when you would cry and tell me you were so afraid because you didn't want me to die before you. And I would tell you I wasn't going to die. And remember me saying you couldn't die before me, so we agreed, we had to go at the same time because neither of us could live without the other.
I bought my boyfriend a hot dog with some nachos and a sweet tea. Moreover I walked to my seat but then I accidently dropped a nacho and it was embarrassing because I couldn’t pick it up I had my hands full and you’re wondering why wasn’t your boyfriend there, well he does too much for me I want to let him watch his game because its once in a lifetime he wants to go ahead and have fun. I love watching basketball but I’m not really in to sports like he is so anyways I sat down and started drinking my Slurpee and 5 more min before the game finished and I was ready to go I was so happy that I got surprised to come to a Basketball game. The team won the Orlando magic and while we were on the stairs my boyfriend accidentally drops his ball and one of the players picked it up and he got a sharpie and signed the ball , I was so eager because someone famous goes ahead and signs something that is yours. After that we got in the car and it was 10pm I was already sleepy, I told my boyfriend I wanted to snack on something he went ahead and passed through drive through and bought me a Mcflurry is a white vanilla ice cream that was twirled around with
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
I don’t understand. My dear Stella lives in such a raffish flat! The place is in the middle of a slum and looks so rundown in the middle of the city. It was no better once I entered. There were only three puny rooms: the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen; all were equally horrendous in condition. This flat is worthless compared to the grandeur of Belle Reve! The plantation was glorious with its great, green, and open rural lands. It is so magnificent and natural. This enclosed flat pales in comparison to Belle Reve. I’m appalled that she could even stand the thought of living in such a ghetto. Nonetheless, she told me that “It’s not that bad at all! New Orleans isn’t like other cities” (12), so somehow she is able to stand its foulness.
Love is treacherous and adventuring,but it can model you into the person you are today. When you ardor someone you will have a broad affection and a powerful awareness and want to share a future with them.
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,
Those words finally hung in the air between us, suffocating, and I knew I couldn’t take them back. Not now. How did I get to this moment? And why does it feel like I am being broadcast in a Lifetime movie? Except in this movie, I’m not a babysitter-turned stalker out to kill the housewife so I can take her place and live happily ever after with her middle-aged husband and their three kids.
13 years ago I came into this world, the first thing my parents noticed was my bright red hair. (which none of them had and were shocked.) They named me Lauren Rose Barthelemy. My last name is french and my middle name was named after my two grandparents. My first name my parents thought was cool. I live in a small place called gilman two miles away from Peter and Pauls Church. When I was little I was always doing tricks and balancing on random objects. By the time I was ten my parents signed me up for gymnastics after an year of begging. A month later I got invited to be on team North Crest. We train for 11 hours a week to get ready for competing in the fall. I have gotten lots of awards for doing well on each event. I have also won an first place award for a poster for the Beton county soil conservation contest. Drawing is one of my talents I have always been good at it. Another talent I have is gymnastics when I started I learned the skills quickly. A special place to our family is our aunts cabin. We go there every year and we have a lot of fun with our relatives.