I Know What You Did Last Summer

moms birthday. I believe the funeral was on Feburary 6th 2006. The day of the funeral I honestly didn’t know what to do. For my young age I really haven’t gone to funerals that much so I didn’t know what to do so when I seen everyone else crying so I started to cry and now I know I just wished I knew back then. You never know how much someone means to you at a young age and you grow up for 10 years without him around I was only in 1st grade, I didn’t know what was going on. I remember being…

“You ready?” my dad said, “then let’s get going!” It was freezing cold outside. I leaped out of the car and onto the sidelines. The gelid snow was piercing into my body. And there I was, at the Semi-finals of my second junior Tennis tournament. The first time I had been to a tennis tournament, I did great. Considerably greater than I expected. I was eleven years old in the summer of sixth grade and I was a semi-finalist at the USTA (United States Tennis Association) junior tournament. Could I…

yesterday when my sister and I melted marshmallows and made Rice Krispie Treats late at night, the perfect time to bake. It filled me with joy, especially since today was the last day I could enjoy time alone with my sister, Neha. My alarm went off at exactly 6:50 as planned. I muttered a displeasing " Five more minutes!", before realizing summer was over. Neha and I were alone in the house and she was still asleep which meant I could do whatever I wanted. My sister and I had a long lasting…

I'll talk about is the most recent when I went to a church camp in northern Minnesota. The first experience I'm writing about is one of my most recent. So over the past summer I was able to go to tentmakers. Tent makers is a Christian northern Minnesota. Even though I was very reluctant to go at first once I got there I instantly became friends with most everyone. A large reason I didn't want to go is because it's a full week and the last full week camp I went to was scout camp…

I removed the golden key harnessed by a Penn State lanyard from my pocket, and placed it into the keyhole of room 715. A room that would be my home for the next year and a university that would be there for me for the next four. A mere 10 hours before that moment I was at home, getting ready to leave my house for my final day as a camp counselor and for the final day in Willow Grove Day camp’s sixty-two year history. I threw on my staff shirt and mesh shorts, grabbed a quick chocolate chip…

-6- On Monday, I go to my first day of summer school. When I arrive, there is my old teacher, Mr. James. I say, “Hello, Mr. James! Lucky day! Guess what? It’s me! Francisco!” Mr. James says, “Yes, I see that. Please sit down. It’s time for our very first test. You did do the pre-reading, right?” I say, “I did not do the pre-reading. Or the reading. Or the post reading. I did not do any reading at all because it is summer and that is just wrong.” He says, “Well. Here’s your test. It is…

After the scintillating sun has melted the snow, the fluffy coats are at last hanged, and classes have come to conclusion, there is no doubt that summer has arrived and everybody appears to have a distinct plan of how to spend their summer. It always varies from travel plans, to a summer job, an internship, etc. For assistant professor of Theater Arts, Dmitry Troyanovsky ‘98, an opportunity presented itself from the other side of globe, the Eastern hemisphere. The opportunity entailed for…

it. Yes you can join the school team but it really doesn 't matter, do not get me wrong you are still part of the team, but when you are one of the best it feels good to be admired by many young people, being scouted from colleges and universities, and sometimes if you make it in college you might even reach your dream of becoming a professional football player. But this is not a story about college football or professional football. This is a story about me, my High School career, how I was one…

You've probably heard the story. I mean, who hasn't right? It was in the newspaper for weeks. Obviously our town's journalist were running out of things to write about. Luckily for them they got just the scoop they needed. I guess I can't really blame them, they're just doing their job. Nothing interesting ever happens in Onett. Heck, I think it was even on TV at one point. I wouldn't be surprised if it was. One of the biggest things to happen in Onett happened almost seven months ago, - the…

My adventures in Boy Scout summer camp You should really go to boy scout summer camp. Here is a short story on why you should go. The first day after we arrived at camp we chose our bunkmates and tents I selected a kid named Daniel. Upon getting set up, a group of people who brought phones walked, up the trails on the mountain once we got to the top we found the sweet thing called cell service. We stayed up there for hours. On our way down, a kid tripped and hurt, his ankle so half the group…