It was Tuesday, March first, 2011, my mother woke me up so I can start getting ready for school. I rose with eager anticipation, just four more days until my thirteenth birthday and I just couldn’t wait. I brushed my teeth and hurried down to eat the complimentary breakfast offered to us by the hotel we were staying at. You see we had been staying at a hotel for the past five months because the home we had been renting was foreclosed on so the utility companies turned off the power and the electricity. We had to get down at just the right time so that there was a small crowd but a lot of food so that we can take food back to the room to save for dinner. After breakfast, we…
Once we arrived in Kelowna, we were able to stay with Lyndees girlfriend. Since it was a Monday, not much was open, so we ended up walking over to a place just down the street from where we were staying. I remember feeling guilty for missing work, but I told myself to make the most of it, and just have fun. As i was getting a drink - a guy accidently bumped into me, and spilled his drink. He apologized a few times, and said that his friends and him would like to buy us a drink as an apology. I told him that it wasn't necessary and that his apology was more than enough. As I was about to walk away - a tall, blond hair, blue eyed guy walked up, and introduced himself as Brad. He was wearing a bright blue shirt, dark jeans and white shoes. I will never forget the feeling I got, when I seen him for the first time. I tried not to make it obvious, and I've never admitted this before, but I was mesmerized.…
It had been a crazy morning as I ran all over my house trying to find my jacket and boots. My mom had been admitted into the hospital that morning for a massive headache and all I could think about was whether or not she would be okay. I took her to the emergency room that day before so going to class was the last thing on my mind. My father and sister had agreed to stay with her till I ended class so I was more at ease knowing she wouldn’t be alone. After running all over my house looking for my things I quickly gathered myself to make my train. I finally got to Penn Station with four minutes to spare. I quickly walked to where the rest of my class was as we waited for instructions to where we would…
As I was getting dropped off and hearing my mom telling me bye I started to cry. Being really close to my mom I didn't want her to leave me there all alone. So we walked in together and she told me that I was going to be all right. My mom and my new teacher, Mrs. Fossum were having a hard time getting me to stay there. After they saw that I wouldn't stay, my mom had to stay there with me thru out that whole day. As the first day went on I was making a bunch of friends with my new classmates. When the second day came I wanted my mom to stay at school but I realized that she had to go to work. After she had left I saw a table that had some crayons and some paper on it, so I ventured over to it and stood by the seat watching to see if anyone was going to stop me from drawing. No one came so I took a seat, a piece of paper, and of course a blue coloring pencil just like the one I had at home and started to draw. When the other children saw that I was already hard at work with my drawing, which somewhat looked like a cow, they came and sat down with me. Even the child that didn’t want to leave his father noticed me and…
It all started last summer, when Mom and I were in LL Bean. For those of you who don’t know, my hometown of Freeport Maine, is the head quarters of all LL Bean stores. It’s a huge complex of stores, including a giant hiking boot out front. There are a lot of kids’ areas, so that the parents can shop, while their kids are playing. Anyways, it was August 25. Just an average day in the life of Marielle (that’s me). “How much longer Mom?” I whined. Until, that life changing moment, I had always been kind of a whiny spoiled brat. Looking back on that, I started to realize that. And suddenly, I got a terrible headache, and felt like I was going to die! I said to Mom, “I have to go to the bathroom,” and frantically ran…
As a young teen I always dreamt of accomplishing something that would have people’s eyes opened. Many doors were opened right before me and I could’ve walked through anyone. Having that opportunity I took the advantage I had and tried several doors. Doing so, after a while I never had the intentions of finishing what I began because nothing came naturally to me. At that point of my life I was 13 years old. The typical age of a girl who wants to be noticed for something outstanding as the athletes or celebrities in magazines and television. During recess my girlfriends were talking about shopping, nails, and makeup. For an odd reason during those conversations I always felt like the outcast snoozing out occasionally. Trying to find something different to do with my time, out of curiosity I ease dropped on the boys’ conversation for a few minutes. Weirdly, I wanted to become a part of it. As curiosity killed I continued listening to the conversation. Between all the gibberish spoken, horse racing was brought up. It was as random as snow on a summer day to bring up, but aside from it being random the idea of horse riding sounded interesting. Walking home from school, I was filled with excitement to ask my parents about it. To them it was just one of my ridiculous ideas I was fantasizing about. The next day I ran in to my old friend Milana. As we were talking I mentioned horse riding to her and ironically her cousin worked at the stables just a half an hour away. Her name was Jess, she was older then us by a few years. Jess worked there for so long it became apart of her life; she knew everything and everyone at the stables. I ran home to tell my parents about it. As ridiculous as it sounded it finally came to their thought as to what they had to loose, or what did I have to loose. The weekend came along and together with Milana, to make it for Jess’s late hours when no one was there, we drove down to the stable.…
My friend told me about this scholarship program called Carpe Mundi who helps low income, first generation students travel at a low cost. It was hard to believe and I did not have high expectations at the time but I took a chance. I got accepted and the whole process, from orientation to boarding a plane, did not seem real until my 2nd day in Quito, Ecuador. The feeling of a dream turning into reality just happened so fast and felt surreal. Through Carpe Mundi, I was able to complete a 3 month service learning abroad in Ecuador and…
On January 19th, 2008 I was the happiest person alive. It was very hot and sunny out.. I remember how nice of weather it was. My family and I had taken a vacation to Florida and it was one of the best experiences of my life. 7 years was a long time ago, but I still remember every single detail about that trip. On that day, one of the best things ever in my life happened. Even though most people don’t think this is a big deal, it was a very big deal to me. When I was in Elementry school my friends would always ask me if I wanted to go biking around the neighborhood.. I would always have to say no because I did not know how to ride a bike. As much as I tried to learn how, I would always give up. Nothing would work. I was the last of my friends to learn how to ride a bike. It always made me sad watching people bike down the road.. wishing I knew how to do that. Then one day, my cousin Lexie who is 2 years younger than me decided she was going to teach me how to ride a bike. She insisted on it. “Ally! You’re missing out on so much! You need to learn!!” The whole day I thought to myself how many people have tried to teach me how to ride a bike and failed. It was hopeless. I was positive I wasn’t going to learn anytime soon.. maybe even never. Later that day, Lexie came over with her bike, and I had mine. Every minute that went by felt like an hour. Even though I could see the disappointment on her face, she wasn’t going to give up on me. Finally, there was hope. She had done it! We had done it.. I had done it. I was biking down the sidewalk with the biggest smile on my face. I had finally learned how to ride a bike without training wheels. I could finally ride one on my own and be like the rest of the kids. I remember being full of joy that day and riding my bike the whole day long. On that day, I felt different, I felt as if a huge weight had just been lifted off my shoulders. It was an amazing feeling that I’ll definitely never forget.…
“Dude, whenever I stuck in a traffic jam in Dhaka I always close my eyes and I pretend that I am sitting beside a lovely river, watching scenic beauty of the surroundings and walking through the road of a beautiful place. It’s not just any place, it’s my hometown.”My hometown is full of natural scenic beauty. It is beside a river and covered with lovely mountains. We often go for swimming in the river and also go for fishing. We climb to the pick of the mountains over and over again just to see the unique beauty of my hometown. There is a forest behind my hometown. It’s so dense and dark that one cannot see sunlight if he/she enters into the forest. There are so many birds in the forest that we cannot count them in numbers. We always here birds chirping coming from the forest. I can say that my hometown always makes me nostalgic. So whenever I get free time I run there and feel the magnificence of…
Experiences of failure throughout life can be challenging to overcome. But later on, as you learn from those, they can be the building blocks of achieving success later on in life. An example of going through failure and learning from the experience to be able to work harder and find success was the soccer season of my freshman. During my season of club soccer, my team played in Austin Labor Day Cup tournament in Pflugerville, Texas in the fall of my freshman year of high school. It was the first big tournament of the year for our club team because we were placed in a group much more competitive than the others. We also played in a year up in division so we knew to come very well prepared before we made the hour long trip to the Austin area that weekend. The week before, we had trained all week long in the heat, so to come down to Austin and not be successful would be a huge disappointment to not only the team but the supporters of the club and parents. But we were too psyched for the big week ahead.…
I was like a Padang town, because I show that there is goodness in me when I spoke with the person if the person who just saw me they would think that I was a mean girl same as many people who…
Have you ever returned to place and asked yourself “Boy I miss those days” !We all return to a place that holds many memoires, good or bad. For every person, some places hold great importance in their lives. A special place that is really important to me is my home country, Somalia. Somalia, most notably, Kismayo, is my birthplace and a place that I hold dearly in my heart. So many childhood memories of me and my family occurred in kismayo. All of my brothers, including myself, were all born in Kismayo. My mother and father met and married in the same neighborhood we live in. Family is of major significance to me, and living near many uncles, aunts, and cousins was a great experience. Returning to my birthplace was always a dream of mine.…
It happen one Saturday morning Summer of 1982, I was 10 years old and very adamant about helping my mom with anything she needed. This one particular morning, mom was cooking my favorite breakfast, bacon, eggs, toast and cream of wheat. It always took a while for breakfast and dinner to be completed because mom was cooking for 11 children. She needed some sugar to complete the meal this particular morning. And as always, I was there and ready to help get things done. So, I prepare myself to go to the corner store a block away from the house. I started on my way to the store with the five dollars that she gave me to purchase the sugar. Halfway to the store, I started thinking about what I could buy out of the five dollars without her noticing that too much money had been spent. Well, if you knew my mom, you would know that she could count money very well. This meant I couldn’t get the M&Ms candy that I love to eat so much.…
The last time I was in the hospital visiting my grandma I found out she had cancer. It was like any other day, getting out of school, going home, and yet something didn’t feel right. All day as I listened to my teachers teach but yet my mind was somewhere far off. I just kept thinking to myself something’s not right, something’s up. At this moment, math seems to be troubling me. I knew that 5 times 5 equaled 25, but somehow I couldn’t write it down. Some may say it’s a supernatural thing whenever you have feelings of bad news. So entering through the door is my mom, she doesn’t say much she just puts her bag down and tells me to go wait in the car for her. Now I know something is awaiting me, I could just taste it. As we are riding in the car I asked a simple question, but very anxious for the answer,” Where are we going?” She replies very slowly “To the hospital”. I soon felt a chill go down my spine, we rarely went to the hospital but when we did it was usually for someone very sick or even worse, on their death bed. Now I’m totally freaking out, who could it be? Did I spend enough time with them? Who haven’t I seen in a while? All of these questions are running through my head. But we finally get to the hospital, and my heart is pounding so hard it feels as though it’s going to burst out of my chest. Even my throat is dry; it’s all scratchy feeling like the Sahara Desert. Our destination was the fourth floor, Room 4421. We enter the elevator and it finally it gets to a halt. I hear a crowd of laughter, I smell bed sheets that have been messed, and I see a smaller crowd ahead of me. Their sobbing very loudly and I just stopped for a moment because they were standing right beside Room 4421. I hardly could recognize their faces, as they had them covered in tears and covered by each other’s arms. Then a man with a white jacket came out and said softly but assuring “I’m so sorry about your lost, she’s going to be in a better place right now but we are going to be…
I’ll never forget the time I received my first traffic ticket. It happened on Christmas Eve…