I remember old times as I sit back and stare out the window on a rainy Sunday afternoon. It has been about two years since the incident occurred. The thought of how you can lose someone 's trust in one second is terrifying. It takes a long time to gain someone 's trust again after it is broken. With this in mind, I learned that my actions can affect others, but on this day I also learned that trying to fit in is not always the best thing to do. It all started on a Saturday night when my friend Kimberly decided to sleep over. At sixteen years old I was not much of an outgoing person like Kimberly was. As time started to pass by, we couldn 't decide what to do. "We should go to this party I heard about," Kimberly said. …show more content…
I knew the night had just begun for us. I was overwhelmed at the fact that I had never done anything bizarre before. I knew I could not turn back anymore, but the fear of getting caught lingered in my mind. As we arrived to the party, crowds of people were dancing and drinking all around us. As we headed outside, to the backyard, many people followed behind. ”Now that we are all gathered, we should play a game of beer pong," Kimberly said. I never had drank alcohol before. I felt worried and guilty for having agreed to listen to Kimberly. I did not want to be seen as a weak person, so I agreed to play beer pong with Kimberly 's friends. I decided I would only play for a little bit, that way I would be conscious enough to be able to get home safe. After what seemed like forever, the game ended. By that time, I felt light-headed and full of joy. I could not think straight because of how intoxicated I was. If I kept drinking, I knew I would get caught by mom. I decided to ignore the thoughts by dancing and having fun. Although it was a bad decision, I started not to care about the consequences that would occur later on. Next thing I know, Kimberly taps my
It’s the end of the game, my team is down one, there are eight seconds and counting on the clock and the ball is in my hands. I search the stands to find the one person who has been there for me my entire life. Only he’s not there. It’s easy to get caught up in the game; not the game of basketball, but the dope game. It is a life few choose, but many find themselves in due to the harsh reality of job loss and depression.
Ill bet money on that any day. The first moral of the story is watch who you hang out with and what you do. That night could have EASILY turned way worse if we would have gotten caught by the wrong people. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something bad would have happened. The last moral of this story is watch who and how your treat people.
Thousands of people are waiting. Thousands of people are wearing jerseys and talking about their favorite football team, the Green Bay Packers. My family was part of the thousands on August 8, 2015. We had joined one of the many parties where people were excitedly waiting for Family Night at the Green Bay Packers Stadium. I really didn’t care about football at all, but I was still excited to go and watch with my family.
One Sunday night in October 2015 my dad went to a Packer game with a friend from work. On his way to the game my dad and his friend stopped at a party bus. His friend knew the guys that had the party bus so they stayed for a couple of drinks. My dad has always told me never to set your drink down because someone could put something in it. Well he should have taken his own advice because, he set his drink down for a bit then, when he went to pick his cup back up he ended up picking up a different cup that possibly had drugs in it.
Baseball is what many call “America’s Pastime”. It is the game that never fails to bring me from the highest highs to the lowest lows. The second that you think you are the best, the game will humble you. When you are at a loss for confidence, you will do something amazing that will turn your game around. Nothing beats the smell of the spring air, the dirty pants, the laughs with teammates and the glory of winning.
When he went downstairs to go get his phone, he had already been watching the game and we knew he knew how to use it. After a while we let him watch the game to get him back to his happy side we confronted to him. “Dad” I mentioned. “Yes, Kaylea” my dad exclaimed. “Mom and I pranked you, but we never realized it had to go this far where you would be learning and probably ‘breaking’ your phone” we apologized.
I wake up from another one of my bad dreams and look over to see if Sodapop is still asleep. He’s gone. I decided to go see if Darry was home. He is gone too. I am completely alone and I just noticed that it is in the middle of the night.
The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
If she had not gone to the party her friends would still be alive and she would still be herself. "She braked, but it was too late. The car spun, hit the graveled shoulder... We were tossed about, none of us bothering with seat restraints in our rush to leave the party. The car skidded, then rolled when the shoulder turned to cliff, a blurred, chopped nightmare where sound and light cut through us.
Transition to a Jewish Adult "Are you ready?" questioned my mother before I stepped onto the bimah, or the dais, to chant my first torah portion. I have been to many Jewish bat mitzvahs, however, having my own bat mitzvah was a completely different experience. All of this preparation, and the whole day came and left by the blink of an eye. The process leading up to the day was more important than the actual event. This coming of age taught me many things, including responsibility, determination, confidence, time management, and that hard work pays off.
Eliza’s Memoir I play softball. It was All-Stars, and we were in first place at the moment. We had won three games, to London, Circleville, and another team whose name I can’t remember. It was the second to the last game, and our team was watching from some nice shade in the outfield (By the way, it was in the 90’s while we were there.
When I arrived at the party it was only seven. I didn't want to be there but Marlee and Skyler had shoved me in the car and told me to shut up, that I would thank them later for this. I couldn't believe what I saw. Students Much younger than me were passing out red solo cups full of alcohol. I assumed it was beer.
I had been so caught up in creating an imaginary life for him that I had been totally oblivious to my surroundings and lost track of time. The sun was setting and leaving behind an alluring splash of red, orange and purple; as if the sky was God's canvas. Suddenly I felt chillier, the sun was no longer hitting my back. Sadly, I admitted that this meant Gastro was no longer in need of the protection and as much as I wanted to stay and chat, I knew my mom wouldn't want me out in the dark. I said goodbye to my unusually muted friend and headed home.