A black stool, as black because the night time sky, stood alone. There was nothing particular about it that anybody might see. It was merely an inexpensive black stool, however it was not abnormal to me. To me it symbolized one thing particular in my life: time spent with my brother. Our household bought the […]
It’s fascinating how fortune cookies are always right; the always-knowing rectangular slip of paper with the sole reason for everything we’ve ever done. I have revolved my life around an obsession hidden away with all the secrets of the world, safe from exposure and the aversion of criticism. An obsession only the cookie, the fortune […]
I turn off of a paved path and into the wild. I carefully step through overgrown grass that completely surrounds the stream nearby. I watch the ground carefully, as I know that the thick vegetation often obscures ruts and holes. I continue on through the marsh, and for a moment, it’s like I’ve stepped back […]
“How is it that a thirteen year old boy can raise more money than any of our board members?” asked the director of Camp One Step at a Time to open his board meeting. All of the board members were truly in shock at this opener. Did a thirteen year old really raise that much […]
Ardrey Kell. Those two words, synonymous with new school,O made my stomach turn. Switching schools, in the middle of high school, was a nightmare. But in one of the nationOs fastest growing cities, Charlotte, North Carolina, I had no choice. New schools were being hastily scraped together everywhere, and I was re-zoned to a new […]
I went down to the dining room for dinner. The aroma of freshly prepared sausage, rolls, baked potatoes, and mixed vegetables filled the air. A typical family dinner. However, I enjoyed this meal, not at home, but with my German host family. “Komm,” said my host mother, “Abendessen ist fertig.” In English, this means, “Come. […]
Dawn’s last sunlight daggers dripped through gaps in the grizzled ash-leaf maple. The day was languishing slowly, turning first a chalky white, then a pigeon-colored gray. Along the pallid backdrop of the calm lake my houseparent moved like a paper cut-out, undoubtedly lecturing a tired ear in her staccato Jamaican accent on the nuisance of […]
An interview with Bill Fitzgerald, a college freshman. What are some differences between high schooland college life? The main difference is the incredible increasein free time. In high school, every day was a constant grind and I neverhad any free time. In college I have a surplus. Instead of classes sixhours a day, they take […]
There are many people in my life that have had a significant influence on me. But there is one I’ll never forget. It was my freshman year of high school when I first met her: Ms. Nurse (my Spanish teacher) from Trinidad and Tobago. She spoke the language faster than I could even comprehend. Instantly, […]
Finally everybody begins a group of one thing, whether or not it’s sea shells or film tickets. I by no means collected something till I began highschool. I unintentionally started to gather bracelets, every representing one thing vital in my life that I’ve realized and found. I now put on these 4 bracelets as a […]