I am an addict. So I guess that’s the first step, right? Admit that you have a problem. Well I do. My addiction sucks my time away.…
Sodapop Curtis is a person I found interesting in the novel The Outsiders By S. E. Hinton. He really stood out to me because he reminds of people in my life. A lot of my friends relate to Sodapop, not necessarily his smarts or the things he does that is wrong. I mean his character traits. He is very sensitive, loyal, and enjoyable person.…
That was until I found a recipe on how to make some chocolate chip cookies and said, “I can totally do this!” an hour and a half later, (yes ... I struggled) and with some guidance of my mother, a batch of cookies popped out of the oven. I was scared at first to let anybody try them because they looked quite horrid, but as soon as the first daredevil, my older brother, tried this twelve-year-old’s cookies he immediately smiled, shoved the remaining cookie into his mouth, and grabbed another two.…
On December 28th , me and my family went to Chuck. E Cheese for my niece Layla birthday. She loves to go there , its like one of her favorite places t ogo other than Cracker Barrel. When we got there it was so many diffrent families there .There were so many kids running around to diffrent games. Everyone was so excited to see each other.…
Sugar Rush It was a foggy Halloween night and I had just finished putting on my zombie costume. I was a zombie from The Walking Dead. The smell of rubber filled my nostrils as I put my mask on. A realistic scar stretched from my chin to my eye! I wore teared brown rags for my costume.…
College Essay Growing up in New Haven, Connecticut there weren’t big mansions, people with expensive cars, nor any sign of wealth .It ’s a small city filled with homeless people, violence and poor neighborhoods that made me into the person I am today. A city so small you see the same people everyday.…
I was being driven to church on Sundays and youth group on Wednesdays for the first decade and a half of my life but it was only a routine, nothing more. This routine has been instilled in me since I first saw the light of day seventeen years ago yet I’ve never left my metaphorical bubble. I had grown up protected and shielded from the outside world and both the horrors and wonders it holds. When I transitioned out of Mennonite middle school, I was thrown into the deep end at a school where I knew no one and I couldn’t rely on Bible class to support my values. In all honesty, I lost my way.…
Life sucks. It’s fact. Things happen, we don’t like it. But as my mother told me one time, “It’s how you react to the things that suck in life that determines whether you’ll be happy or sad.” We can’t blame it on other people.…
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an individual child with a desire to gain one Snickers bar, must be prepared to trade no less than three Twix bars. In my household, every bag of fun sized confections was an opportunity for a ridiculous negotiation with a not so ridiculous lesson behind it. When my father loves Snickers just as much as I do, why should he take only one inferior Twix for one Snickers? Critically assessing how much my companion stands to lose versus how much I was willing to pay to get what I want is a skill I have been developing since middle school. Negotiation and debate, human interaction of all kinds have always piqued my interests both academically and recreationally.…
It was a cold and chilly night when my grandma and I were making a huge cookie together when we're home alone. We baked the yummy cookie. After we were done we decorated the cookie then it was ready to eat. I had a great time making cookies with my grandma the best four year old experience of my life.…
Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it.…
The experiment for me was very entertaining and enjoyable. My favorite part about the experiment was when it started to bubble. It was like a volcano, it gushed out all of the foam and I was happy with my results. The most challenging part of the experiment by far was pouring in the baking soda and the laundry detergent.…
Ah, the sweet taste of success! I thought as my teeth sank into my Kit-Kat bar, which was the only piece of candy I managed to keep. Alone in my room, I munched onto the candy and recalled the unexpected events of tonight... Halloween started like every other year. I told my mom…
A Loss of Candy Last Halloween night, in my neighborhood, I was trick-or-treating. As it was a little after six o'clock, the sun was just setting; it cast a beautiful shade of purple across the sky. All kinds of skeletons, goblins, and other monsters had started to roam about. I had had a specific plan for how I wanted to trick-or-treat. Everything was going smoothly; I was stocking up on candy.…
It was a calm autumn night in October of 2010, and my sisters and I were just polishing off an exquisite dinner prepared by my mom. At the time, my oldest sister (Ellie) was 10, I was 8, Deirdre was 6, and Kathleen (my youngest sister) was 2. My dad hadn’t returned from his office, yet. After dinner, we decided to wash it down with an ice cold, creamy, chocolatey milkshake, She hauled the heavy blender out of the kitchen cabinet. The vanilla ice cream.…