Writing assignment in summer school :). Comments?
Music
Music has always been a huge part of my life. For me, it’s one of those things that you turn to whenever you need support. It’s a beautiful thing. Music is like people; there are many kinds. Just like people are different, so are songs and bands. The one thing they share in common is their language. I don’t mean spoken language; I mean the kind that speaks to your heart. It’s almost as if it’s a universal language. Sometimes, the lyrics aren’t the part of the song the artist wants to speak to you. The way I see it, music is the magnifying glass of emotion. Sure, you can say you’re angry. But if you play a drum with sharp, loud beats, it’s just as effective. For me, music is my security blanket. I hold it closer than a child holds a teddy bear. To just put on my headphones and drown out the world, it just makes the stress melt away. I feel like when I relate to a song, it’s as if I’m finding a long lost family. Music is like love. It can be found. It can be shared. It can cause joy as well as tears. Best of all; music can never die. Music is eternal.
A Hope
A hope I have is to become a writer. Whether it’s for a magazine as a journalist, or a critic; whether I’m writing books. As long as I’m writing, I’m happy. After high school I want to go to college out in California; bright sunny California. It’s a new place to start a new life. I’m not saying I’ll leave everyone here behind. I’m saying I want a fresh start. I want to prove to myself that I can go out into the world and succeed. When a mother bird feels it’s time for her chicks to fly, she pushes them out of the nest. I want to be my own mother bird. I know, given the chance, I can soar. I know I’ll be feeling a combination of fear and joy and sadness. But it’s worth it. If I just stay in one spot and try to lean on everyone, I’ll never learn how to do things on my own. Writing is something I love to do. I’m determined to make this work.
How I Hope to Finish High School
High school's hard. A whole lot harder than I expected. Not so much in the academic sense, but just everything put together. Academics, social, self issues, responsibility, work, and then just getting older in general. I want to be able to graduate with better grades than I have now. I really hope to turn everything around. High school is like the world most difficult balancing act. Even just having to get to school by 7:30 is kind of miserable. Family of course tries to step in and say they know how to run your high school life. Explaining to them that you want to do things on your own, that your situation is different, is difficult. Problems come up; people come in and out of your life. Staying focused on school is somewhat harder than I thought it would be. We all have to be a little selfish in this time in our lives. We all need to do what’s best for us. High school is just kind of here to try to teach us that too.
A Wise Family Member
Since I was little, I’ve always felt my grandfather knew everything. He’s wise as an owl, and has the memory of an elephant. He knows everything it seems. Not one time that I’ve talked to him have I not learned something from him. He’s just full of information. Every room has some kind of history book in it; he’s a bit of a history buff. We take walks around the lake, and when we do, we always seem to find our way into the old cemetery. It’s nice to be able to have an educated conversation with someone. But I think it’s so important for me to talk about things, even history, with him. He’s been through years of more life than I have. I really learn a lot from him. He has all these sayings for life too. They’re kind of cliché, but they’re still very helpful. For example, “Keep an eye on the pennies and the dollars will save themselves”. Though they seem a little lame, they actually help. And they’re true! Ever since he told me that, I’ve kept a piggy bank for quarters. I have 100 dollars of quarters now, and only in a matter of weeks! He’s very smart, and I respect him very much.
A Time I Felt Judged
As you can probably see, I’m not exactly a girly-girl. I grew up on a street with all guys, so I’d rather throw around a football than go buy lip gloss. Over the years I’ve gained a bit of what my mom calls a “scary” appearance. I love the way I look, but not everyone judges you by who you are as a person. Some people judge you on how you look, which has been an issue for me. I remember the first time I was judged on my appearance; it was by someone I thought was a friend. We hadn’t seen each other for a few months, so we planned a day together. She didn’t even recognize me! When I went up to her she gave me a dirty look. When I told her it was me she was shocked. That day was just full of awkward moments. We still don’t talk much. In her eyes, she thinks I’m a freak; she sees me as a “Degenerate” and for some reason “Goth”. I am clearly none of these. But it’s all how the other person perceives you. I don’t like judging people by their looks. If you do that, you only end up getting people who, though they look like you, they might not be good people too. People are more than just their looks; people are different. Sure I’m sad I lost a friend, but that’s one less shallow person in my circle of friends.
A Time I Overcame a Challenge
About a year ago, I was on crutches. A soccer injury left me with a 3rd degree sprain, bruised bones, a pulled tendon, and nerve damage. As I dancer, I didn’t take to the whole situation so lightly. I was off that foot for a good 3 months. After I was finally off the crutches, I still had to wear the ankle brace, which I only stopped wearing a few months ago. Regaining the strength to dance was a challenge. Not only had I been letting my ankle get weak, but that whole leg. I had to work hard at physical therapy and at home. The nerve damage is still there, it doesn’t limit me much at all. But a few moths ago when I was training, it was hard to deal with. Everyday I had to do some sort of strength training. I had to get strong enough in my right ankle to go on point again. If it wasn’t strong enough and I went up, I could permanently damage my ankle. Which could have meant the end of most of my dance. I overcame everything and regained almost all my strength. I still am dealing with nerve damage as well as my tendon which, despite the therapy, didn’t fully go back from being stretched. I love dance, and I’m going to continue until I can’t dance anymore.
A Sad Day
When I was 6 years old, I had 2 deaths in the family. I lost a great aunt as well as my great grandmother. I didn’t understand where they went and why they had to go. All I knew was everyone was very sad. I remember the day I found out my great aunt Zella passed away. I had been downstairs playing dress up with my mom. I ran upstairs to show my great aunt because she was living with us at the time. So I ran into her room to show her, and the bed was all made. She wasn’t there. That’s when my mom came up and told me that she had been rushed to the hospital late that night and died there. I guess it’s hard to explain to a little girl what death is. I curled up into her bed and cried a long time. Not too long after that, my grandmothers mother moved in. I knew she was sick, but I didn’t know she would die a month later. I was sitting on the couch when suddenly the house was very anxious. An ambulance showed up and took her away. She also, died in the hospital. It was hard for me to understand why all my relatives were leaving me like this. For a while I refused to go into the hospital, because the only memories I had about it involved death, and I didn’t want to die. It was a very sad time in my life.
My Favourite Colour
My favourite colour is blue. Electric blue, to be exact. It’s the colour of my eyes and the colour of the sky. Blue reminds me of the ocean. I love the ocean; it’s so peaceful. Blue reminds me of my aunt and the flowers she grows in her garden. I think the colour blue suits me well. The colour blue can be associated with a lot of things. Sadness, happiness, hope. Blue reminds me of infinity, like the ocean. When you go to the beach, it looks like the blue water could go on forever. I love painting my nails and toes blue. Especially putting patterns of other neon colours on them. It makes me feel out of the box. Blue just brings so many good things to mind. It’s impossible for it not to be my favourite.
