Narration Essay High School. Some fear it, some don’t. To be one of those who fear it is to fear without shame. We all know it is scary, some just choose to shake it off as if it were just dust blowing in the wind. Sometimes shaking doesn’t always help. When I took my first step as a lowly freshman on the Union Mine campus I thought I was war-torn enough to handle high school having just

Wedded Bliss Marriage was once considered a sacred union of two people and their lives into one inseparable unit. The months before the wedding are filled with preparations and decisions – what will the bride wear or where will the reception occur' However, over the years, an alternate route has developed, a method requiring little to no preparation at all. A traditional wedding plagu

A Light During Midnight A Light During Midnight Are you supposed to be fighting a heart - wrenching war with yourself' Knowing me is like reading a dark, twisted story written by Edgar Allen Poe, which symbolizes the whole story of my emotional, downward spiraling, existence. Life as I know it is one huge unnoticed crux (A difficult problem).(Simple sentence) Two personalities are

Tellurian As the vehicle coasted backwards a few feet I clicked the four-wheel high switch, after I heard a quiet click I slammed on the gas petal and made a hard right as a huge puddle full of mud plastered the entire vehicle. As I felt the g-force of the hill sucking me back into my seat I was swerving left and right to avoid large boulders that would completely obliterate my car. Wi

What A Day It was a beautiful day on the open fields of Ireland. A comfortable cottage was the only item dotting the landscape for at least five miles. The door opened, and out stepped a young man. He was not too tall, his blonde hair gathered behind him in a ponytail. His eyes sparkled ever-so-slightly in the morning sun as he stretched with a loud groan. He strode a few steps from the

What Home Is It’s a place of comfort, somewhere we look forward to going to. Although some of us may not have created it in the structural matter, we created the atmosphere and warmth to ones personal liking. But besides representing our personality, what is so special about a person’s home' If you think about it, it’s just a place to eat, sleep, and keep possessions, right' Wrong, ho

What I Hate The Most I was once told “some people think that holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.” I hate that I can’ let go of the past. There is always something throughout my day that brings back a memory from my past. I know it’s impossible to turn back time but sometimes I wish I could. It’s the little things that I hate like when I hear a certain song that rem

What Is A Grandmother' What is a Grandmother' To my amazement, and great disappointment, an integral part of history and personal development, a Grandmother, has been defined with only 6 words; “Mother of ones mother or father.” Even worse, Grandma, as most are called, is defined as “An insulting word for a woman who the person speaking considers to be old.” In order to try and

Beyond Border Beyond the Border “Now, I want you both to look out your windows and take everything in, realize just how lucky you are.” Those were the words of my aunt. My cousin and I were sitting in the backseat, headphones blaring, totally ignoring everything. We were on our first, annual, all girls, trip to sunny, Rosarito Beach, Mexico. My mom was asleep in the front with my aunt,

Who Has Had The Greatest Impact On Your Life' Who has had the greatest impact on your life' My grandmother, (Mrs. Effiemae Hayes) has the greatest impact on my life. Mrs. Hayes was a strong willed person full of love and kindness. Her Christianity for the love of God out-weighed a lot of things she’s done and has become in life. Mrs. Hayes is the teacher of old family morals, va

Last Summer What I Did Friends are the people who you spend most of your time to hang with. Friendship is the relationship between you and your friends. During a trip to a country park, I experienced how to trust friends. Seven years ago, I was living in Hong Kong, and it was a cloudy Summer Saturday morning. My sister and I joined our friends from our church’s youth fellowship to make a

World Trade Center Feelings are a part of everything that we do. Feelings are emotions on all events that happen to us. They are what we feel. Think of an event, such as the New York tragedy. Whether we felt confused, shock, sad, scared, angry, or sorrowful, it was due to what had happened. On Sept 11, I was in shock as I heard of the attacks, I felt a great amount of sadness towards t

Writing Process Throughout all my years of writing I have never considered myself as a strong writer. The writing process for me can be very frustrating because I will begin writing my paper and I will instantly cross out what I wrote and change my sentences. This sometimes can make it take a very long time to get a paper started. In this paper I will examine my writing process, which wi

Never Give Up The most important thing in life is to never give up. My family has taught me this lesson. The importance of this lesson is more valuable than one may think. I take every experience in my life and those around me as a learning experience whether it is good or bad. Those closest to me have taught me the most. From my mother I have learned the importance of encouragement and

A Time In My Life Moving from one city to another city can often be very difficult for a child. The reason for this is that you aren’t just moving to a different city. You’re moving to a different atmosphere, school, group of friends and neighbors. Moving is one thing that is very hard but has come very easy to me. We were transitioning from Japan to Virginia and my parents sent me and m

Hide Away Island Hide Away Island Slowly I rowed my canoe toward Hide Away Island, my island. The oars glided gently over the water making ripples. If you had been standing on the shore looking at the scene, I’m sure you would have found it very beautiful. The water reflected the setting sun, and overhead birds flew. I didn’t take the time to enjoy the beauty though, because I know wi

Admissions It’s unbelievable how each year, since the beginning of high school, my perfectly laid plans for myself have unavoidably deteriorated. When I entered my freshman year, I had aspirations of becoming a computer programmer. Now, here I am, entering my senior year of high school without any idea of what I want to do in life. Now seems to be the time to start taking life seriously

Death Of A Dog Death of A Dog It was impossible to miss him. There he would be, stretched out, occupying a full 5 feet of prime real estate on the front porch - forcing everyone to negotiate his way around him . He was Bret, an Akita Alsation crossbreed, and the dog I came to know as my best friend. Bret was generally a quiet dog. He would love to meet me at the door and when I walked

Death Is Life Death is Life I recall the day as being a typical one. No strange happenings or ominous signs. Myself and three of my friends were just hanging out at my place waiting for a tow truck to come and pick up my car which I was having modified. Snow fell heavily and cast a refreshing white blanket over the dead brown grass, it was a very serene sight. At last the

The End Of Innocence High school graduation is a day that many people look back on with pride and satisfaction. It is a day that marks a major accomplishment in many lives. I wish that day had felt like an accomplishment for me. The day had started out ok. All the seniors had to report to the football field early that morning for practice. The sun was unusually strong for that time of

Me, Myself, And I Me, Myself, and I While looking back over the years, rummaging through pictures and memories, people seem to realize how much they have changed. I know that who I am now is not who I used to be. I am a sixteen year old junior attending Desert High School, I am happy with who I am and who I want to be, I love sports, and I love being around others, especially my friends

Describe a Personal Experience Describe An Issue of Personal Concern I am violently warring for peace. I know this is a paradox, and I'm rather proud because it is true. Passivity has been a lifelong threat, laziness a constant lure in my search for identity. This world begs me to succumb to existing in the image of someone else, it asks only that I slip silently and blindly into the ni

The Last Day Of High School The Last Day of High School The last day of my high school career is fast approaching and I can only imagine how I'll be feeling when I step out of Palisade H.S. grounds for the very last time. Throughout these four years, I have felt a lot of urgency about graduating high school. I didn't think that the time to graduate would come soon enough. But now, t

Description of A Room The floor is pale and yet full of texture. A rug covers the floor in need of a stretching. In an array of gloss and semi-gloss, shades of pale blue cover three of the four walls and their baseboards speckled only by an occasional paint chip or faded fingerprint. Entire sections are hidden by photographs of varying sizes and of varying content, most expressing

Descriptive Essay My neighborhood is historical, diverse, fun and very large. I have lived here in Shirley since July of 1987, I would turn 4 on September 23 of that year, about 14 years ago. My neighborhood is composed of the towns of Shirley, Mastic and Mastic Beach. These communities are located on a peninsula on the south shore of Long Island, New York. I am about 50- 60 miles f

Descriptive Essay Descriptive Essay: The Dentist The phone rings and I answer. I say “hello'' and the voice on the on the other end of the phone asks for Meghan. I reply, “This is she”. The voice says she is calling to remind me of my 4:00 PM dental appointment. I sigh and tell her I will be there. With great reluctance, I slowly stand up to find my mom and ask her for a ride.

Descriptive Essay It’s a sunny Monday morning on Grand Lake no one is on the lake. The water is completely com not a soul besides you and you buddies breathing. Your friends are there with you but not a word is said its just complete silence on this majestic Monday morning. The boat is full of gas and the boards are ready to go. The whole world is at total peace and you feel as if there

Descriptive Essay on Friday Night Atmospher of Football (10/24/01) The sun comes up, the sun goes down, to some this Friday is an ordinary day, but to me it is the night for football. The feelings we athletes get from the atmosphere and the locker room are feelings one can only feel if he or she plays the game. These feeling surpass anything that anyone can ever feel in his or her life

Descriptive Essay on the Ocean The Smell of Salt When deprived of water, a sponge becomes hard and brittle. It shrivels up like a wilted flower, lifeless. Water relaxes sponges, fills them up, makes them soft and supple. At times, I find myself becoming hard and much in need of something to fill me up and restore my deadened senses, to, if you will, water me. The ocean satiates my

I Witnessed I witnessed a miracle About six years ago my parents and I realized how hard it is to nearly lose an immediate family member, someone we truly love. November 29, 1998 was a cold and rainy day in the small town of Splendora, Texas, my hometown. I was at my friend Amanda’s house that day watching movies when I first heard some terrible news. The telephone rang and it was f