When I arrived to Starkfield I didn’t really know what to expect but I felt good knowing Zeena wanted me to help around the house. I didn’t expect Starkfield to be so cold when I got off the train I felt very sick but I didn’t want to show it because I didn’t want to cause any extra work for Zeena or Ethan. I didn’t expect ethan to look as he did, I thought he looked older but he didn’t look as old. I didn’t know his leg was that bad I thought it was a slight injury until I saw him walking up to me. When I arrived home I felt good seeing Zeena she gave me a hug and showed the room that belonged to Ethan’s mom which now belonged to me. The ride from home was very long, I just wanted some rest because I also started to feel really ill. The day
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
As a young girl, I was never fond of the name Anna. The name came along with too much baggage.. Unknowingly, people would constantly call me the wrong name, and some people, disregarding my opinion, even created strange nicknames for me. Over the years, I have been called a variety of names including Annie, Ann, Anna, Annabelle, Anne Frank, banana, banana boat, etc. Frankly, there are just too many variations of the name “Anna”. Being an extremely common name, almost everywhere I go, whether it be school or the grocery store, I always seem to find another “Anna”. Although nameberry.com tells me that “Anna” means grace, it actually means unique, intelligent, and affectionate.
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
To begin , I am writing this for my beloved boyfriend, Ethan Daigle, on the matter of his recent purchase of a car, a Jeep Cherokee Sport 1992. For a bit over a year this High School student has been talking constantly about saving up for a nice old Cherokee to transport himself around to extracurricular activities such as Civil Air Patrol, Boy Scouts, and meeting with his band mates . With lots of dedication and research he finally found a man on "5miles" who was willing to negotiate monthly payments with him, sense he is only 17 years of age you can imagine how difficult it was to find someone to work with a teenager. After negotiating with this man, he finally got his Jeep Cherokee! Although, it was not the most spiffy looking car he was
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
Imagining if I transformed into the opposite sex for a week, my experiences of truth and reality would be quite different, yet strikingly similar to my life as a woman. Although my peers would accept me the same and know nothing altered, my mindset would have done a complete 180 degree flip. Although it is the expectation that humans identify with a single gender, multitudes of modern Americans refuse to succumb to this idea and prefer to identify with a sense gender fluidity. “The term "gender identity” . . . refers to a person's innate, deeply felt psychological identification as a man, woman or some other gender, which may or may not correspond to the sex assigned to them at birth” (par. 2). Some refuse to accept that gender is as one may say black or white, male or female. However, if I transfigured into a man, I would need to adjust my sense of reality in regards to the new expectations that come with the given gender.
Unfamiliarity, in the broadest sense, can evoke a feeling of fear or anxiety. However, my unique cultural upbringing has made me comfortable with unfamiliarity, and eager to embrace differences among people with compassion and tolerance. I am the product of a cultural infusion—I was born in the United Kingdom to an English father, but was influenced by the Turkish customs of my mother. While living in England, I grew up eating dinner on the floor, listening to Turkish music on the radio, and waking up to a poster of Kemal Ataturk. I spent every summer living in Turkey where I learned the language, saw the way different people lived, and became familiar with the practices of Islam. At 14 years old I was immersed in yet another culture when I
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
Melissa a 14 years old girl who cares about friends more than she cares about herself. Melissa is the tomboy and likes to hang out with boy’s more than girls because boys understand her more(but she still hangs out with girls). Melissa cares about all her friends and always want to see a beautiful smile on their face. She tries to cheer them up and help them out even if it means she has to make herself feel terrible. Lauren is Melissa’s best friend. Lauren is the one girl that is funny and hangs out with Melissa almost every day to keep each other entertained and just have fun.
Erica’s heart beating like crazy, “Terriana-- don’t tell me you’re gone.” As tears start to cover her eyes, she starts to believe that everything she cared for was gone. Silence, complete silence, it’s like half her heart had faded away. It’s 11 in the morning, lunch has just started and drama has already begun. School, a dreadful place where nobody ever wanted to be.
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
She walked inside the house to talk to her parents for the first time in far too long. I waited for a minute staring up at the sky, “I’m sorry for doubting You. Please take care of my dad, I really miss him.” Inside the house, my grandparents had a big dinner set up. We were just in time for Thanksgiving.
Stanford has my dream major, Human Biology, which allows me to gain knowledge I can apply to medical school, and possibly be more prepared than my peers. Stanford also has professors that are the best in their fields, sometimes the research being studied in their classes is their own. Stanford also focuses on entrepreneurship, which is something I might like to pursue in the future by owning my own practice. A few other things that attract me to Stanford are their plethora of research and internship opportunities.