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My very first concussion happened during the summer of sixth grade year, I had flipped over the handlebars of my bike and I hit the ground, hard. My second concussion happened seventh grade in gym class, we were running the mile and one of my classmates thought it was a good idea to jump over me while I tied my shoes. Well I had lifted my head up during mid-jump and his shin made direct contact with my skull, which put me into a dizzy mindset. My third concussion also happened in gym some kid…

Trees in Speak In the novel Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, a young girl named Melinda is raped at a party over the summer and calls the cops. The party is busted and everyone blames Melinda for ruining the fun, even though they did not know the full story. When school starts again, she is friendless and bullied. Nobody knows that she was raped; they think she called the cops because people were drinking. Melinda rarely talks because she is afraid of what people will think when she speaks. The…

The thunder of gunfire in the deafening dark woke me from my sleep. I had sat up in my vagabond rags and silently woke my raw-boned brother. We sat up and listened to the pandemonium outside the windowless building. The light from the fire we layed around gave off scant warmth. I held Williams shaking hand and we rolled and went to sleep. Lemon-soured light penetrated the city and it rested like some gargantuan beast, overpowering the distant horizon. Once again I was the first to wake,…

There are many events throughout a persons life that will change them forever. These events can shape the way that they will react in certain situations. While some of these events might be a horrific accident or it might be best thing that has ever happened to them, they all will affect them in a specific way. People will learn from their mistakes and that's what makes them stronger. I have had many past experiences that have shaped the way I live my life, but the one that I always think about…

Do you remember the first time you went to camp? During the fall of 2014, I had the most aghast time at Camp Tecumseh. At camp, everybody stayed in a cabin. The cabins were filled with the same genders. It was a moist Monday morning with a heavy fog. Approximately at 8: 30 am the morning, my mom dropped me off at the front of Hamilton Southeastern Junior High. I soon got out of the car and pulled my two black, trash bags out of the trunk of the car. The trash bags had covered my bags.…

Throughout my seventeen years of living in the United States, I honestly haven't traveled outside my home town much. One trip I was fortunate enough to experience was my church mission trip to New York to assist with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy in 2013. Going into this trip I didn't know what to expect. Would I be moved to tears or uneffected? What I did know was that this trip was going to be a completely new experience; like nothing I've ever done. Our group stayed just outside the city…

Pollution comes in different forms that all impact our environment, our lives, and our attitudes in a different way. By far the worst kinds of pollution that grinds people’s gears are deafening noise pollution and overpopulation. Early mornings are one of the most beautiful things this earth has to offer. With its sunrises full of brilliant oranges and yellows to its cool breeze, nothing beats sitting motionless, feeling the warm sun and cool breeze on your skin while enjoying a rich cup of…

It was almost going to be ten clock in nine minutes, state patrol says in the radio “that they have found the body of the suspect”. My team members and I start to go towards where state patrol we evacuating the rooms. We’re heading to the third graders floor when we see bullet holes in the doors, and gun shells all over the ground. I felt like someone was stabling me in my heart, I can’t believe it. I felt tears coming down on my face. When stepping inside one class room, I saw the poor innocent…

“Blood, sweat, and chalk; never tears.” These words have guided my gymnastics career throughout high school. Pretty much starting from the beginning, I had to re-learn many skills and tricks that I had lost after quitting gymnastics for dance lessons in fifth grade instead of joining the competitive team. I lived for gymnastics and I still do. Walking into the gym always boosts my mood and gives me a rush of determination. As I began to re-master trick after trick that first year, kips and back…

Eulogy It never occurred to me that I would be up here so soon, talking about my Grandmother, Joyce White instead of celebrating her birthday with her and talking about the good old times when I was a little girl. I remembered my Grandmother as a beautiful lady with long black dark hair, rosy cheeks and red lips. She was not your typical grandma who baked cookies, stay in the house all day and knit sweaters, she was a woman who enjoyed life to its fullest. I used to remember when I was a…