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…
I remember it all. I can still feel the warm summer wind gliding my sun-kissed cheeks. I didn’t usually have all of my windows down while I drove, especially not on the way to my lackluster burden, otherwise known as my job. Today was an exception, however, summer was quickly approaching its end, and I would be once again bound by the chains of high school. I decided to cherish every little bit that I had left. As I pulled in, I thought to myself, “just another ordinary day of work.” Oh…
“Wake up!” my mom gave me a little shove as I took the covers off my face and looked at the clock, it was 7:20. I hopped off the bed and skipped to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was so excited; this whole week was FCAT week at school and today was the math portion of the test. Last year, 3rd grade, I got a 3 on it while on the reading part I had gotten a 5. This year, I was determined to get a 4, no matter how difficult the test may be. I put my long, wavy brown hair in a ponytail and, being the girly girl that I am, decorated it with a pink bow my aunt had given me for Christmas. With a big smile on my face I went to my mom’s room to see if she was ready so we could be on our way, I saw her sitting down looking at her nails, “mommy, we’re going to be late” she looked up at me and it looked like she had been crying, she faked a smiled, got her bag and out the door we went.…
Today is the race that they have all been waiting for. Squeaky is prepared to overtake the race. Trees dance in excitement as she walks towards the starting line. The sun’s rays shine onto her brown eyes. Everyone waits for the whistle to emit a clear, high pitched sound as a sign for the race to begin. And then the whistle is blown. Squeaky pushes off the grass. She remembers the excitement and freedom she felt when she runs. The wind blows across her face giving chills down her spine. The thought of Raymond comes to her head making her legs work harder. She would win this race for…
Later that morning, in the sunlit dining hall, breakfast was being severed. My group sat at the table we sat at the night before. As I started to eat my tater-tots , the events from yesterday filled my mind. My group went snorkeling, both day and night, I could still feel the cold water soak my wetsuit. I remembered that Mr. Lacey, our principal, announced that the school would be leaving today because of a storm. I was disappointed because I payed for three days instead of two,but at least I was having fun.…
We lined up in our order that the coaches told us. I was going to be the last leg of the race. By the time that the girls finished, the Caddo were ahead by one second. As we started our part of the race ,it was neck and neck. As sweat dripped down my face, I could feel the pressure getting to me. It was coming down to me. I could feel the roar of the crowd in my chest. Everything was in slow motion. It was now my turn, and everyone was telling me to go. The Caddo were ahead ,but not by…
As I woke up to the smell of French Toast and bacon while my mom was yelling for me to get in the shower, all I could think about was that days’ game. The moment I got to school, I immediately had to rush to the team meeting before class. While every other team meeting was the usual, brief,…
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…
Today started like any other day. Mom came in and woke me up. I was still groggy like an old person waking up from a deep sleep. My mom laid out my clothes last night. She takes care of me like a king takes care of his people. I do not know what I would be without her.Once I got dressed and mom helped me put my shoes on. We walked downstairs and Lindsey and Shannon, my sisters, were getting ready for school. I walked downstairs to the first floor and saw my dad leaving. I ran to him to give him a good bye hug. Then I had breakfast. I am pretty sure that it was scrambled eggs with ketchup. My life is as hectic as an exterminator during an infestation. Or so I thought.…
On a cold, Friday evening in March, I was warming up before a track meet began. I was going to be running the 100-meter dash- it was the first race of the meet. The stadium was piling up with people’s families, friends, and relatives. My own family was in the crowd, and I was so excited to show them all the hard work I had put in. “100-meter girls!” I heard the announcer say, and I knew it was my turn to go and run. While waiting in line, I started to get nervous like I do before every run- I get jumpy and my hands start to sweat. Finally, it was time for my heat to begin the race. I waited impatiently for the gun to go off, signaling the start of the race. The gun went off with a huge bang! It caused me to jump a little, but then I was off…
I had a field day for all the children and bigs on the last day with us meeting with our littles. For me to do the field, I had to go through a meeting with Kresta Byington, the principal of the elementary to see if I could get all twenty littles excused. Following with that I had to make a meeting with Jason Nelson the principal of the high school to get all twenty bigs out of their sixth period class. To accommodate for each and every child involved. After that, I needed to make the flyer to inform all the teachers of the program. The only thing that really interfered with this was the date. Our first activity was a mummy race! For this activity, you put together two pairs of bigs and littles. The pair would pick the fastest runner on their team and they were “the mummy”. The others would stand by themselves at the three stations, and the mummy would run to each station with their toilet paper in one hand and their pride in the other. At the first station they would get their legs wrapped. At the second, they would get their upper body and arms wrapped. At the final station, they would get their head wrapped. The point of this game was to teach leadership and teamwork. The goal was to be the first to use their entire roll of toilet paper, and the winning team would be awarded with…
Snack time had just ended and Mrs. Seaberry gave us some free time. In the classroom she had a toy kitchen set. I wanted to “cook” some eggs, but there were too many people in the kitchen. With not much free time left, I had to think of something to do quick. Growin up, I watched many hours of wrestling at my grandparents, so that was the first thing to come into my mind. Wrestle. I walked over to Vinny and asked if he wanted to wrestle. He said he would.…
It was a warm sunny day, like the ones you would expect in a summer camp; laughter was the melody that filled the air. Everybody was cheerful and enthusiastic, well everybody except one of our counselors. He was very worried, because his sister had been extremely sick, and nobody had been able to heal her. Everybody in my group had told him how sorry we felt for her, but really nobody connected with his situation, so we were not thinking about it. Instead we were immerging our souls into the contentment that was surrounding us. That day while we were acting, everybody was relaxed, focused and happy on what we were doing. We were living in our own little summer bubble. We decided to take a small break, in between the laughs I remember a friend saying “Isn’t it surprisingly amazing how beautiful life can be?”. That was the last sentence said before a cell phone rang and changed the course of the day.…
Only 2 tedious hours of school and I could go home and lay in my queen size bed with my body sized pillow because today was just not my day. As i walk into Mr. Schwantes class I see an egg, a cup filled with water, and toilet paper roll. I know right then and there we are doing a really fun activity. Mr. Schwantes was always a fun teacher. He was very helpful as well. I could always count on him to cheer me up. I take a seat and read the board and do what it says. “ Good morning boys and girls!!” Mr. Schwantes says as he walks in the room, “ We will be doing an experiment today. Please move all of your stuff to the back counter when you are done with your blog.” As i stand up to go put my folder and notebook on the back counter I start feeling a little light headed. What was wrong with me? My stomach aches and i'm really dizzy. After standing there for about 20 seconds i feel fine again. I place my items on the back counter and take my seat, I just couldn't get the fact that the big game was tonight and i didn't feel good out of my head. “Are you okay Kierra,” Mr. Schwantes asks, “You look a little…
The girl who had said she was going to keep up with me said that I wasn't running the mile anymore, and that I had run half of the 5K and was doing quite well. Now, all I had to do was make it back. I was exhausted. I felt like I had just run a mile and a half which I had! However, the run back wasn't as hard, nor did it seem as long. Before I knew it, the girl was sprinting, and I could see the finish line. She yelled back, “Hurry up kid!” and that’s what I did. The last 50 yards was the two of us busting our butts trying to finish first. She beat me, of course, and she asked me if that was my first race. I told her it was, and she shook my hand saying good job. When she left to join her family, my dad walked up with my brother Alex, who had also run the mile (except he only ran a mile, not the 5K like me.) My dad told me that Zach was still out running the 5K, too. He said he was proud of me for running the…