I was drowning out the world with the music playing through my phone, twirling the headphone cord around my finger. My hand brushed across the paper as I erased some pencil markings. I observed the text on the brightly lit screen of my chromebook, searching for the answers to the questions on my homework. I stared at the screen with a look of confusion on my face. Little did I know that the next few moments would put my hard work to some use.
It was a gorgeous day in late spring of 2015. There was the perfect amount of wind and the sun was shining brightly. You could smell spring in the air. It was so beautiful outside... and I was stuck in my bedroom. I had received much more than a few papers that were expected to be done before class the …show more content…
In social studies, we had already started talking about the Washington D.C. trip. The trip was almost a whole year away. There was no way that I'd be able to pay the fee in time. I wanted to go on the trip so badly. When I had finally accepted that I wouldn't be going on the trip- we were told about a scholarship. The scholarship would pay for the whole trip and only two students in the whole 7th grade would win. I knew the odds weren't very good, but I was willing to give it a shot. When I had submitted my entry for the scholarship, I just had to wait. I had waited a week or so at this …show more content…
I could tell that it was my mom's footsteps by the thud of her shoes. I returned to my homework as the footsteps continued roaming around the house. This time when I looked for the answer that had stumped me earlier, I found it easily. Just when I grabbed my pencil to jot down the answer, my bedroom door opened. It was exactly who I had expected it to be, my mother. She had a look of jubilation on her face. I was thinking of the reasons why, but my thoughts were obstructed by my mom starting to ask about my day. I explained how my day went to her. We talked a little more after that. But throughout the conversation, a question still lingered in my mind. What had made her so
It was a gorgeous day in late spring of 2015. There was the perfect amount of wind and the sun was shining brightly. You could smell spring in the air. It was so beautiful outside... and I was stuck in my bedroom. I had received much more than a few papers that were expected to be done before class the …show more content…
In social studies, we had already started talking about the Washington D.C. trip. The trip was almost a whole year away. There was no way that I'd be able to pay the fee in time. I wanted to go on the trip so badly. When I had finally accepted that I wouldn't be going on the trip- we were told about a scholarship. The scholarship would pay for the whole trip and only two students in the whole 7th grade would win. I knew the odds weren't very good, but I was willing to give it a shot. When I had submitted my entry for the scholarship, I just had to wait. I had waited a week or so at this …show more content…
I could tell that it was my mom's footsteps by the thud of her shoes. I returned to my homework as the footsteps continued roaming around the house. This time when I looked for the answer that had stumped me earlier, I found it easily. Just when I grabbed my pencil to jot down the answer, my bedroom door opened. It was exactly who I had expected it to be, my mother. She had a look of jubilation on her face. I was thinking of the reasons why, but my thoughts were obstructed by my mom starting to ask about my day. I explained how my day went to her. We talked a little more after that. But throughout the conversation, a question still lingered in my mind. What had made her so