I-Pass

talk and forcing smiles when I decided I would spend lunch in the art room. “Where are you going?” Miss Moss the English teacher stopped me in the hallway. “The art room, that is okay, right?” I replied, tapping my thumbs nervously on my thigh. She shook her head at me disapprovingly for skipping lunch, however she allowed me to pass. The door to the art room clicked as I pulled down on the handle. My heart rate slowed as I observed the paintings on…

child acts. Years pass, and many monkey-see-monkey-do 's later, that child, now a young adult is ready to start making choices on their own. All of the lessons their parents or guardians has taught them, now need to come into play. But, even after over fifteen years of hearing lecture after lecture on holding the doors open for the elderly, or not pushing other children down…

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, I was playing in the sandbox with my brother, Tommy. We had a dull crimson shovel, which was rusty from all the countless days it has been left outside. The sand was damp, from the storm the previous night. We took several breaks, as we wanted to dig the deepest hole that we could. Several feet down, we noticed a luminous glare. We thought we found treasure and we ran to get a camera. We finally dug out a deep enough enough the pull out the amulet. The…

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! The dismissal bell just went off. As I was leaving the classroom, my teacher, Mr. Rase, the one I hate the most called me over and said “Jake Hazel, are you ready for the test” I quickly responded with a head nod and said, “Yeah I think I’ll be ready.” Mr. Rase then gobbled on by saying, “Fail is going to be what’s written all over your test!” So I quickly turned around and left the classroom, the only thing that I had going through my head was Mr. Rase stroking his…

entirely different country. I had to question, “How was he going to get back to Sesame Street?” I patiently wait in front of the television for Big Bird to appear in China. It was the most fulfilling day of my entire 48 months of living. To see how he interacted with the children from another country really peaked my interest. That is when it struck me; I want to be a teacher. Not just any teacher, I wanted to go to China with Big Bird and help teach the children English. I had my mind…

For me, I have grown up with Christianity. Ever since I was born I have been in raised in church. The church I attended while growing up was great. It was a small church plant and we moved around a lot. My story starts with Sunday school and my hatred for it. It then moves to Good News Club which would make the biggest impact on my life. Then it moves to high school youth group and college. My earliest memory of church was when we met above the thrift store in town. As the church began to grow,…

The smell of dead fish and fried dumplings engulfed my nostrils as I ventured off into a foreign territory. I was then immediately bombarded with musty, humid air and noticeably large advertisements hanging above my head, all written in Chinese. Then, as I was walking with my head towards the sky, taking in my surroundings, I was abruptly stopped by a man, whom was slender and of Asian descent. He shoved a catalogue, that had listings of different counterfeit purses, into my hands and motioned…

The day seemed to drag on and on, as I waited, counting down the days to California. It was a humid, sunny afternoon down at the Alton pool, where I usually spend most of my summer days working as a lifeguard. Today was very different than most…. And maybe the reason why was because it was my last day of work before I flew off to the big L.A. Most days at the pool the time went by slower than any I have ever known, with the scorching hot sun burning my skin, and little kids yelling at their…

brother was already in the kitchen and was asking for his daily drink (milk). I withdrew my stool, opened the fridge and pulled out the milk jug with all my might. Then I climbed up like a monkey to grab a cup ( and sugar, as every child needs sugar with everything.) I poured, it spilled, I poured, it spilled. However, after my third attempt I did it. I gave it to him (after I had some of it) and he savoured it. Then, before I knew it, he was asleep and curled up identical a cat.…

with a referee, I asked if she had played water polo in her high school years and how it has changed in comparison to today’s game. “They are still out there working as a team and out there having fun, that is how it was for me.” (Jen). In the interview, her most stressed point was that the teams know they are a team and treat each other like they would family. That is exactly what the team I am apart of focuses on most and is why I am able to connect so well to the game and team I…