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The place I wake up early for on the weekends. The place I practice three times a week. The softball field is my happy place. The dirt on the field is the only beach I want to go to. The chalk on the field is the only chalk I write with. The early mornings, the late nights all for something I love. The smell of the fresh cut grass, so fresh just before a game. The look of the just raked infield, so fluffy and smooth.The look of the freshly painted and chalked lines, so crisp like perfection. The…

Juhee: Growing up, I was always afraid of silence. As a child, I was accustomed to the laughter and chattering sounds of my family members inside my house every day. When I walked out of my room, I heard pots clanging, rapid footsteps across the living room, and voices calling out my name. These familiar noises were the sounds of family that produces a sense of protection and inclusiveness. On the other hand, I dreaded the times when I was alone in an empty house, surrounded by silence. In the…

The second essay that I revised was my Narrative essay, in this essay I first reread the whole essay. When I finished rereading the essay I went to the introduction and read it again, I then realized that my introduction lacked a good thesis and a hook, so I changed my boring introduction from “July 6, 2016, as I stumble out my house to the sound of a car horn honking only to realize it was my friends in the car impatiently waiting for me to get ready.” to “Have you ever let jealousy motivate…

The Day I lost My Hero Today is the day, November 22, 1963, the day I finally get to see my hero, John F. Kennedy, and his wife Jackie. My mom had promised me that she would take me to witness him pass in the parade as soon as she finished the dishes. I peeled back my blinds to reveal a perfect day in Texas; the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I leaped out of my bed and went straight to my closet. I want the president to see me in my very best clothes. I slipped my very…

It’s funny: I don’t know whether to cringe at my life when I was fifteen years old or cringe at my life now. Fifteen-year-old me had dreams of becoming a professional photographer, living in New York City with a boyfriend and at least one cat. I had those dreams because life was not easy for me at that age. It had been two years since I first began to suffer from depression. Transitioning from elementary school to junior high school was a challenge for me. I had never been to a new school,…

I was 12 years old the first time I snuck out in the middle of the night, I was 14 years old the first time I snuck out and got caught, and I was 15 years old the last time I was sneaking out ever. It was October 7, 2017, on a very dark cold night around 10pm, and I was about to go to sleep but I decided to post on Snapchat, “Text me, I’ll answer this time :)” Yes, haha, “this time”, see I don’t really answer anyone, but by choice, mostly because I’d rather watch netflix and everyone who texts…

Family Changes It was another typical school morning at my house. I, Mercadey Hilton was ready for another day of school- High school to be exact. I brushed my teeth, did my hair and I got into my clothes for the day. These mornings were quiet, yet exciting. I get to go to the one place where I can be free and not feel confined to my room. While waiting for the big yellow school bus to pick me up, I had flashbacks of when my parents, my little sister Emma , and I would go 4-wheeling and I…

Thanksgiving is one of my most treasured holidays. While there are some constants in the way thanksgiving is observed by Americans, it can mean different things to different people. In my family, Thanksgiving is a day to gather with those we love, to join together in a huge feast, give thanks for all that we have been blessed with throughout the year, watch football, and listen to the men talk about the big buck that got away during their morning hunt. My mother makes the turkey, the…

There are many films out there in the world of cinema where the audience has only seen the film from one angle. It is like going to the beach and all you can see is the surface of the ocean when there is so much more than just the surface. Film writers and directors want the audience to dig deeper and watch the film from multiple angles and different perspectives. Many films aim at a truth that they are trying to portray to the audience. The truth doesn’t necessarily have to be presented…

Narrative Essay Have you ever broken your wrist and had to rush to the walk-in because your parents didn’t want to pay the emergency room bill? My dad and I went to Granite Peak to go skiing at 4:00 P.M. on Friday. This incident changed my life because I couldn’t play soccer for team Wisconsin, play in state hockey and my wrist always cracks when I twist it. On Friday at 4:00 P.M. my dad and I went skiing at granite peak it was an icy night with a lot of ice on the runs. First, we skied for…