Walking toward the back, my eyes surveyed the myriad number of ropes left astray on the ground beside me. In a few weeks, I thought, I would be making ropes like it was my destiny. The thunderous voice of Mr. Gray snapped me back to reality. “Go join the other boys in the common outside,” he ordered. I quickly followed his directions out into the back but inside was feeling very apprehensive.…
Beginning junior year, I occupied myself with the most constructive investment in my life. My daily routine was bland, but oddly hailed as the ultimate path to victory. I was learning in school, but the learning lacked meaning. Plot lines and mathematical formulas were unavailing ideas, which I tepidly regurgitated. I concluded that a life permeated with monotonous toil was not worth celebrating on my day of judgment.…
In many ways, individuals often struggle against their fears. The time I experienced this was when I used to ride steers a couple summers ago. It was a hot July day and my dad and I had just finished helping my Rodeo queen sister get ready for carrying flags to start off the rodeo. After when we walked over to the stands to get ready for their riding, I was gearing up to ride one of those beasts they call steers, thinking I was going to get killed.…
Technology has developed so much over the years that we have relied on it so much. Technology is used in pretty much everything we use nowadays. Living in a neighborhood was the greatest advantage, but having kids the same age as I was even better. There was never a time we weren't outside: rain, shine, snow, miserably cold, or even scorchingly hot. There was 4 of us: 3 girls and 1 guy, all around the same age.…
“Mia can you go walk A field and the corral?” my supervisor asked over the walkie-talkie as I finished bringing in fifteen excited dogs from group play. By this point I had already walked more than a dozen dogs, fed half the kennel, and taken out over a hundred dogs for one of their daily outings. I was exhausted and now I had to pick up a field full of dog feces.…
During finals week of fall 2014, my grandmother was starting to cook her oatmeal in the kitchen for breakfast. I was upstairs in my room packing when I heard two loud bangs. I was startled and immediately exited my room as did my brother and together we rushed down the stairs into the kitchen. My grandmother had collapsed. She had busted her nose and hit her head on the cabinets behind her rendering herself unconscious.…
I have been through so many experiences that have shaped me into the person I am today. However, there is one experience in particular that moved me in ways I can hardly put into words. My freshman year of high school, I was given the opportunity to join the Klondike FFA Milk Quality Career Development Event team. Studying and competing in this event led me to develop a fighting hunger for winning. Halfway through my first year, I realized that I did not like to lose.…
I am not talking about driving projects, I am literally talking about driving automobiles. This article is a precursor to what I would soon be writing about in my next article. Until recently, I had been an aggressive driver. Not always, but most of the times. It would keep my family and friends on the edges of their seats.…
There was not a single piece of leather furniture that lacked an intricate map I had scratched into it with my grubby four-year-old fingernails. Every wall and flat surface had Sharpie murals of vast cotton candy skies and family trees made of dogs as soon as I discovered how to hold a pen. My parents never tried to stifle my creativity. They urged me to pursue artistry and offered every tool conceivable to develop my creative skills. Growing up hearing my father jam out on guitar and watching my mother lose herself painting silk (among the many other hobbies they both tend to), my inspiration never ran dry.…
To me the transition from childhood to adulthood occurred when I got my license and my first car. I got my license early in the year of 2015, I passed the test with ease getting a perfect score despite being nervous during the maneuverability course. I took my awkward photo and went out the door with the freedom to drive without any adult. Despite not showing any signs of excitement on the outside, on the inside I was geeked to be the one controlling where i can go, what music to listen, and how loud I wanted the music it to be. The only downfall to getting my license was that i was to be what my dad called a “Gopher”.…
When I was around fourteen, something clicked for me. I had told my parents, mainly my mom, that I would do better in High school. In middle school, my grades were okay, but nothing to be really amazed with. I could have done better, I know I could have, but I was too lost in my head. In class I would daydream, at home I would scribble away in notebooks.…
A quote by Thomas Friedman says this, “When I was growing up, my parents told me, ‘Finish your dinner. People in China and India are starving,’ I tell my daughters, ‘Finish your homework. People in India and China are starving for your job.’” Last year in 9th grade, I couldn’t understand the fact some less fortunate people would kill for the opportunity I have. Sometimes, I will reflect on the past and think about how difficult it was for me to transition into being a middle school student to a high school and “college” student.…
Growing up in life, I haven’t always chose to do the right thing. Some of those actions led to consequences that made me feel that nothing is fair. I wish I could go back and do things differently. Although I have made mistakes, I still feel that I deserve to have some freedom in my life.…
Before, I headed out to the playground the teacher talked to the class about being careful on the slides. She also spoke to us about being kind to one another since she heard there was some problem with pushing within the lines. I listened to what she said, and went on my way to the playground. I swung on the swings for a bit, then I crawled through…
I had walked through the doors with caution, and the walk to my locker seemed to be a mile long as I passed all the massive football players and intimidating seniors. By the time I had gotten to my locker I was shaking as bad as a Chihuahua in snow. I started the day…