I believe that you shouldn’t give up on anything!
When have you giving up on something? What was it? Well I never well I never gave up on my thought of going to my aunts house! Never give up on something like always keep it until it is not possible! Like always have someone who has a reason ore reasons why you should do……
There was a lump in my throat with the thought of having to think of asking my mom if I could go. I didn’t want her to say no. I had promised my aunt that I would ask but I knew I didn’t have enough time before my aunt said that she was leaving , but now I didn’t want to ask my mom. I wasn’t going to be happy if she said no. then my aunt said “get ready Katherine, and get your brother ready because I am going to get your sister ready”. I asked all this questions like: what if she leaves? What if she finds out I didn’t ask? She wouldn’t be so happy of what I had promised because I didn’t do it. Then Katherine showed up and said are you going? I said I still haven’t asked then she was like what are you waiting for? My cousin showed hope because she was hoping that my mom would let me go .when that happened I learned not to give her hope up. Then I turned around and saw my aunt talking to my mom I was sure it was to ask if I could come over for a sleepover I was crossing my fingers so my mom would let me go or say yes to my aunt. I felt with I had a lot of hope because I knew my mom was going to say yes she can go, and then my mom started to come toward me. Then I thought what is she going to say or do but then from her mouth the words: you can go to your aunt’s house if you want; I was like “WHAT?” she was like of course why not? So then I ran to get my shoes on and say bye to everyone. I was proud of my mom! I have used this lesson to help me only when I need it for example when I need something that is for my good! It made me to always hope for the best! This also made me be more thankful than what I already am for my parents. This made me believe that my mom won’t say no to me when it’s for a good but if it’s for a bad they would have reasons of why to say no this made me realize everything isn’t as hard as it seems. I feel this has changed me by the way I think and act. There is always a time where a kid fears something but is afraid to tell or ask sometimes they think it’s a wrong choice but they don’t know it could be a good choice. I think each day you could relive someone’s day or something because they might ask themselves is it right or wrong??
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Big Game
The Big Game
By: Alex F.
At one point in everyone's life, they learn that life isn't all that fair. This is about when I learned that life-changing lesson and how it changed me.
It was July 13th, 2004. We were at Racoon River Park where soccer games are played. It was the championship game and the score kept bouncing back and forth. 1-1. 1-2. 2-2. The score was 7-7 and it was the final quarter. We didn't have much time left and both teams were getting tired, so our coach called a huddle to discuss the finishing play. He told us about what seemed to be the PERFECT plan, that is if everything got done right. Everyone was too anxious though about the after-party at Godfather's Pizza to listen. So we did the play, but a lot of things were off of what coach said, and the other team snuck a play of their own in and beat us 7-8. Having won the championship title, the other team started rubbing it in our faces, which was the worst. I never lost anything, but at that moment I realized I can't just sit back, I have to be dedicated to win. I have to make sure everyone works as a team.
What I learned was you have to be compassionate and dedicated to your sport if you really want to win. Back then I was really young so I, like most of us when we're little, thought that winning was everything. So when I lost that game, I was completely and utterly mortified because I had always won. I was sad for about a week, just remembering everything that went wrong and what I could have done better. After that I always worked twice as hard and to get as close to winning as possible. If I lost, I thought of it as another lesson.
Since then, I have used this lesson to mold the athlete I am today. I realized, to be a winner, you have to put forth effort. I have used this lesson when I swim to keep going forward. Whenever I do long-distance, I tell myself "imagine how good you're going to feel after" and "Just another lap, keep going." Losing that game was a big eye-opener to me. It made me realize that you can't win everything, no matter how much you want to. As good as it feels to win it doesn't always happen.
When I look back at this event, I often think how I could have done better. I think "what more could I have done to help us win?" This moment has made me put twice the amount of effort into school and sports. When you lose for the first time, it really hits you hard and you never forget it. So I've used this event to push harder. I always try harder than the last time. To all of you reading this, I want my experience to carry on with you. Once you put forth the effort, you'll be happy with the result.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. It's just life and you can't let one little loss hold you back from doing what you love.
By: Alex F.
At one point in everyone's life, they learn that life isn't all that fair. This is about when I learned that life-changing lesson and how it changed me.
It was July 13th, 2004. We were at Racoon River Park where soccer games are played. It was the championship game and the score kept bouncing back and forth. 1-1. 1-2. 2-2. The score was 7-7 and it was the final quarter. We didn't have much time left and both teams were getting tired, so our coach called a huddle to discuss the finishing play. He told us about what seemed to be the PERFECT plan, that is if everything got done right. Everyone was too anxious though about the after-party at Godfather's Pizza to listen. So we did the play, but a lot of things were off of what coach said, and the other team snuck a play of their own in and beat us 7-8. Having won the championship title, the other team started rubbing it in our faces, which was the worst. I never lost anything, but at that moment I realized I can't just sit back, I have to be dedicated to win. I have to make sure everyone works as a team.
What I learned was you have to be compassionate and dedicated to your sport if you really want to win. Back then I was really young so I, like most of us when we're little, thought that winning was everything. So when I lost that game, I was completely and utterly mortified because I had always won. I was sad for about a week, just remembering everything that went wrong and what I could have done better. After that I always worked twice as hard and to get as close to winning as possible. If I lost, I thought of it as another lesson.
Since then, I have used this lesson to mold the athlete I am today. I realized, to be a winner, you have to put forth effort. I have used this lesson when I swim to keep going forward. Whenever I do long-distance, I tell myself "imagine how good you're going to feel after" and "Just another lap, keep going." Losing that game was a big eye-opener to me. It made me realize that you can't win everything, no matter how much you want to. As good as it feels to win it doesn't always happen.
When I look back at this event, I often think how I could have done better. I think "what more could I have done to help us win?" This moment has made me put twice the amount of effort into school and sports. When you lose for the first time, it really hits you hard and you never forget it. So I've used this event to push harder. I always try harder than the last time. To all of you reading this, I want my experience to carry on with you. Once you put forth the effort, you'll be happy with the result.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. It's just life and you can't let one little loss hold you back from doing what you love.
Monday, January 3, 2011
HEAD-FIRST INTO DANGER
It all started like this: It was a chilly December day at Brookview Elementary in First Grade. We were heading to Music Concert Practice at the High School. I despised School Concerts, because my feet would always explode from standing for so long, and the songs were usually pretty dumb. I was walking and chatting with my friends when the unthinkable happened: I walked straight into a Pencil Sharpener. "Ow!" I cried, as my teacher rushed to my aid. She gave me a Paper Towel to cover it and placed me out in the hall, where my kids saw me and asked "Are you Okay?" I hoped I was as I bawled my eyes out.
My teacher, soon after, bolted me over to Nurse Williams. She gave me a Band-Aid (which was too small for the injury), and phoned my Dad. I couldn't believe it. I thought to myself: How could I be so foolish as to walk into a Pencil Sharpener? Dad soon came over. "Noah!" he exclaimed, and observed the injury. He soon grabbed me, signed me out of School, and we got in the car. As we sped away, I was still crying, and now worried- what was going to happen to me?
Dad drove at a thunderous pace to a Doctor's office. I was starting to stop yammering, but I still didn't feel so well. I couldn't stand the pain much longer, but luckily we skidded to a stop at a Doctor's right that moment. After waiting a few minutes, the Doctor called us into a room. The Doctor told me I needed stitches. "Are thouse going to hurt?" I asked, afraid. "Of course not" he said. Too bad they did. I think I may have cried more than I did when I hit my head. This WASN'T my day.
After several pain-inducing more minutes, we were on our way back. I wasn't feeling much better with the stitches, but we were headed back. First, Dad bought some McDonald's. "Don't tell your brother" he authorized, and I knew if my brother found out, he would be angry and ask "Why didn't I get McDonalds?" If he wants it, go bang into a Pencil Sharpener. After I finished scarfing down my McNuggets., we went back to the High School, just in time for Music Concert Practice... or not.
Wah wah wah. As it turned out, the moment I arrived, they were leaving. I strolled into the Auditorium while our Music Teacher was talking. Everyone turned toward me. A few kids, including my friend Cameron, asked if I was Okay. I just walked into a Pencil Sharpener and got stitches. I felt great. Later, I made up my mind: I wasn't going to the Concert. To this day, I can still clearly recall that day. The Day... I walked... into a PENCIL SHARPENER.
Enthusiasm Takes Over
Enthusiasm Takes Over
By: Diahann D.
I was 9 years old, at my house. I ran upstairs to grab some bug spray. My heart was thumping with excitement. I was very itchy from the HORRIBLE bugs. I also had to get some for the rest of my family. I was so excited to start playing outside again. I ran downstairs. I was running toward the glass door (not knowing the door was closed) and ran into it. I won’t forget when I was really enthusiastic.
What I noticed now, is that I learned I should try to control myself. There is just a time for humiliating yourself. When I weirdly ran into the door I began hysterically laughing. My cousin, Danny, saw me run into the door. I felt really dumb. I couldn’t feel sad because I knew I can learn from my mistakes.
I have used this lesson to help me think before I do something and to “Open my eyes”. It made me cautious (kind of). It made me trust myself. There are people who remind you of your mistakes. It’s surprising to me that one mistake can change you a lot.
When I look in the past, I think about what changed my mind about why I became cautious. There is always a period of time when you get humiliated. There is a safe place where you can just live your life. To be a family we need to live with our mistakes, not just one. This mistake has reminded me that you can let go of your mistakes an be fun or ENTHUSIASTIC!
Try to make yourself more cautious and to BE CAREFUL
By: Diahann D.
I was 9 years old, at my house. I ran upstairs to grab some bug spray. My heart was thumping with excitement. I was very itchy from the HORRIBLE bugs. I also had to get some for the rest of my family. I was so excited to start playing outside again. I ran downstairs. I was running toward the glass door (not knowing the door was closed) and ran into it. I won’t forget when I was really enthusiastic.
What I noticed now, is that I learned I should try to control myself. There is just a time for humiliating yourself. When I weirdly ran into the door I began hysterically laughing. My cousin, Danny, saw me run into the door. I felt really dumb. I couldn’t feel sad because I knew I can learn from my mistakes.
I have used this lesson to help me think before I do something and to “Open my eyes”. It made me cautious (kind of). It made me trust myself. There are people who remind you of your mistakes. It’s surprising to me that one mistake can change you a lot.
When I look in the past, I think about what changed my mind about why I became cautious. There is always a period of time when you get humiliated. There is a safe place where you can just live your life. To be a family we need to live with our mistakes, not just one. This mistake has reminded me that you can let go of your mistakes an be fun or ENTHUSIASTIC!
Try to make yourself more cautious and to BE CAREFUL
My Ruined Birthday
My Ruined Birthday
By Diahann Dinh
I started putting up my decorations. I was so excited for my fourth birthday. I kept asking my mom this exact question, ”Is it time yet?” She would always answer no. I felt really disappointed. I could just taste the delectable cake in my mouth after blowing out my four candles. When I was helping my mom clean my house I was also trying to count how many people were coming to my party. After we cleaned the house it was spotless. I heard a powerful thud against the door. I opened the door. All my cousins bolted into my house. That’s when I knew it was time for my party to start. We all went into my basement to make a clubhouse. We used boxes, blankets, tents, suitcases, and chairs. I felt pleased with the clubhouse. After playing in and destroying our clubhouse it was time for cake. I was wondering how many slices I could eat. I was sitting right in front of my cake. My family sang the Happy Birthday song to me. I was charmed to hear that song. I was about to close my eyes and make a wish. Then, I heard abrupt sound of laughter. I was very confused. I opened my eyes and my little sister, Delenna, dropped her birthday hat in to my birthday cake. I was deceived. My sister ruined my birthday! Delenna was only one year old, though. I was also humored by my sister’s mistake. That’s how my sister ruined my birthday.
By Diahann Dinh
I started putting up my decorations. I was so excited for my fourth birthday. I kept asking my mom this exact question, ”Is it time yet?” She would always answer no. I felt really disappointed. I could just taste the delectable cake in my mouth after blowing out my four candles. When I was helping my mom clean my house I was also trying to count how many people were coming to my party. After we cleaned the house it was spotless. I heard a powerful thud against the door. I opened the door. All my cousins bolted into my house. That’s when I knew it was time for my party to start. We all went into my basement to make a clubhouse. We used boxes, blankets, tents, suitcases, and chairs. I felt pleased with the clubhouse. After playing in and destroying our clubhouse it was time for cake. I was wondering how many slices I could eat. I was sitting right in front of my cake. My family sang the Happy Birthday song to me. I was charmed to hear that song. I was about to close my eyes and make a wish. Then, I heard abrupt sound of laughter. I was very confused. I opened my eyes and my little sister, Delenna, dropped her birthday hat in to my birthday cake. I was deceived. My sister ruined my birthday! Delenna was only one year old, though. I was also humored by my sister’s mistake. That’s how my sister ruined my birthday.
Perspective of Life
Perspective of Life
By: Andrea L.
I believe our elders change our perspective of life. In 2008 my great grandfather passed away. I was 9 and in 3rd grade. I wasn't crying much because I didn't
know him very much. I was never really close to him. As it got closer and closer to the funeral I became more and more sad. I realized that I had cared about him more than I had thought at the beginning. When he was then buried I started crying and realized I did know him just more than I felt. To this day I dearly miss him.
What I realize now is death is much more than I had thought. My uncle had died a year earlier. I was devastated when he had passed away. I wasn't as sad when I had found out my great grandpa died. I was also relieved because he was in a lot of pain and he was finally out of it.
I used his death to look at life in a different way. It made me realize I should enjoy life while it lasts.
Also to appreciate how many family members I have. Spend as much time with them as I can. And I should take advantage of who I have because other people aren't as lucky and probably don't have 40+ people in their family.
As I look back at this it makes me think about life and how to live it. You shouldn't take your family for granted because your family is important. Everyone should spend as much time with their family because family will not be with you for forever.
Sometimes I do take my family for granted but when I think about it I realize I shouldn't. Then I appreciate them being there.
By: Andrea L.
I believe our elders change our perspective of life. In 2008 my great grandfather passed away. I was 9 and in 3rd grade. I wasn't crying much because I didn't
know him very much. I was never really close to him. As it got closer and closer to the funeral I became more and more sad. I realized that I had cared about him more than I had thought at the beginning. When he was then buried I started crying and realized I did know him just more than I felt. To this day I dearly miss him.
What I realize now is death is much more than I had thought. My uncle had died a year earlier. I was devastated when he had passed away. I wasn't as sad when I had found out my great grandpa died. I was also relieved because he was in a lot of pain and he was finally out of it.
I used his death to look at life in a different way. It made me realize I should enjoy life while it lasts.
Also to appreciate how many family members I have. Spend as much time with them as I can. And I should take advantage of who I have because other people aren't as lucky and probably don't have 40+ people in their family.
As I look back at this it makes me think about life and how to live it. You shouldn't take your family for granted because your family is important. Everyone should spend as much time with their family because family will not be with you for forever.
Sometimes I do take my family for granted but when I think about it I realize I shouldn't. Then I appreciate them being there.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
My Surgery
My Surgery
By: Noah F.
I won’t forget the day I went into surgery, I was scared to death.
There was NO way I was undergoing surgery for me ears. My parents must have been completely bonkers to force their own child into this. I was extremely scared, fearing something would go wrong. For this reason, during this event I experienced true fear.
Later, my dad and I drove out to mercy hospital where a doctor was going to meet us. I was very nervous, although my dad comforted me, I still wasn’t feeling that great. We met Doctor Ganski, who took pictures of my ears from random angles. After that, he and dad gave me some information about the surgery (but that only made it worse). By that point I was already sure of one thing: Surgery would be soon and I was NOT ready.
Then, one day, after all my panicking and begging for it not to happen, it was time. My surgery had arrived. The doctor told me not to drink or eat anything that morning. Anyway, we drove the hospital. After waiting and putting on the outfit for the surgery, I was led into the surgery room. The doctors gave me anesthesia, and I feel into a deep and peaceful sleep. As it turns out, surgery was a lot quicker than I thought!
After surgery, I hazily conscious again, and woke to a smiling nurse. My parents then came in, and soon, we left for home. I had to wear bandages around my head (of course, not my face), and I had to wear them for a few weeks. During one of those days we had to visit the doctor to remove the bandages, unfortunately, the sight made me turn mayonnaise white, and I almost fainted, so we kept them on a little longer. Maybe I made such a big deal out of the surgery, something that was so small?
Whenever I look back on this event, I think maybe I made too big of a deal out of it. Maybe it was more afraid of me than I was of it? Who knows? But I DO know, this event changed my life forever.
By: Noah F.
I won’t forget the day I went into surgery, I was scared to death.
There was NO way I was undergoing surgery for me ears. My parents must have been completely bonkers to force their own child into this. I was extremely scared, fearing something would go wrong. For this reason, during this event I experienced true fear.
Later, my dad and I drove out to mercy hospital where a doctor was going to meet us. I was very nervous, although my dad comforted me, I still wasn’t feeling that great. We met Doctor Ganski, who took pictures of my ears from random angles. After that, he and dad gave me some information about the surgery (but that only made it worse). By that point I was already sure of one thing: Surgery would be soon and I was NOT ready.
Then, one day, after all my panicking and begging for it not to happen, it was time. My surgery had arrived. The doctor told me not to drink or eat anything that morning. Anyway, we drove the hospital. After waiting and putting on the outfit for the surgery, I was led into the surgery room. The doctors gave me anesthesia, and I feel into a deep and peaceful sleep. As it turns out, surgery was a lot quicker than I thought!
After surgery, I hazily conscious again, and woke to a smiling nurse. My parents then came in, and soon, we left for home. I had to wear bandages around my head (of course, not my face), and I had to wear them for a few weeks. During one of those days we had to visit the doctor to remove the bandages, unfortunately, the sight made me turn mayonnaise white, and I almost fainted, so we kept them on a little longer. Maybe I made such a big deal out of the surgery, something that was so small?
Whenever I look back on this event, I think maybe I made too big of a deal out of it. Maybe it was more afraid of me than I was of it? Who knows? But I DO know, this event changed my life forever.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Breaking Free
12/19/10 Breaking Free By: Brianna B.
I believe that life comes and goes and that things happen that happen that you may not want to happen and you and you have to move on as life goes on, but always have memories.
A pit filled in my stomach and, I started to feel a ton of sadness. I felt so lonely and, I couldn’t think straight. My grandpa was gone. That totally ruined my day. I was so excited to come home and see my parents and have them tell me grandpa was feeling better and that he couldn’t wait to see me and my sister. But my parents showed a ton of love for me and, they felt empathy for me, because they knew I needed their help.
As I look at it now, three years later I see I kind of learned a lesson that day. I learned that sometimes life won’t be fair and it will be hard but people, like your family will show a ton of love and empathy and they will help out when you need it. When my parents told me that my grandpa had been in a four-wheel accident because had gotten hurt and will be in the hospital for a while because he had crushed his ribs, and a broken hip. All these thoughts traveled through my mind. The main ones were that I couldn’t believe he had gotten hurt but, I knew he was going to get better. Each weekend when my parents went to see him, I kept my head up and thought those thoughts. Until one weekend when they told me he was gone and is now feeling better in heaven. Back then I felt sad and lonely that I wouldn’t get to see him ever again. But now I know that’s not true. I’ll get to see him in heaven where he’s feeling much better. I learned that to show love and empathy to others is always important when they need it or just any time.
I use this lesson today all the time because it’s a very important lesson to me. Now when something comes about in life, when it’s bad you just have to turn the other way and make the best of it. Make it a good memory that you look back to and laugh. Also when others are struggling I help them out, I show love and empathy for them because that’s what they did for me when I needed them. Now when I make decisions I make the best of them and make them a good memory.
When I look back to this I remember being sad all the time and thinking the world was going to end because my grandpa died. I also remember thinking that, like, how could this happen? God we prayed and asked you to help him get better and now he’s gone. But now I don’t think that way because now I’ve gained knowledge three years later and I know he got better and God helped him because God made all of his pain go away and sent him to heaven. Where I know he is feeling much better. This taught me that not everything is bad it has a purpose; a bad memory can turn to a good memory. Something you probably don’t know about my grandpa is that he only had one hand. He lost it a really long time ago, so one thing I remember my youngest cousin said that one positive thing about him being gone is now he has two hands. Writing this story has made me realize that there are positives of him being gone. I realized that negative things or bad things in your life you can make them positive things and a good memory, Instead of a bad one.
Just because something comes in your life and it makes you sad or angry doesn’t mean you can’t turn it around and make it a good memory. So how are you going to make it a good memory today?
I believe that life comes and goes and that things happen that happen that you may not want to happen and you and you have to move on as life goes on, but always have memories.
A pit filled in my stomach and, I started to feel a ton of sadness. I felt so lonely and, I couldn’t think straight. My grandpa was gone. That totally ruined my day. I was so excited to come home and see my parents and have them tell me grandpa was feeling better and that he couldn’t wait to see me and my sister. But my parents showed a ton of love for me and, they felt empathy for me, because they knew I needed their help.
As I look at it now, three years later I see I kind of learned a lesson that day. I learned that sometimes life won’t be fair and it will be hard but people, like your family will show a ton of love and empathy and they will help out when you need it. When my parents told me that my grandpa had been in a four-wheel accident because had gotten hurt and will be in the hospital for a while because he had crushed his ribs, and a broken hip. All these thoughts traveled through my mind. The main ones were that I couldn’t believe he had gotten hurt but, I knew he was going to get better. Each weekend when my parents went to see him, I kept my head up and thought those thoughts. Until one weekend when they told me he was gone and is now feeling better in heaven. Back then I felt sad and lonely that I wouldn’t get to see him ever again. But now I know that’s not true. I’ll get to see him in heaven where he’s feeling much better. I learned that to show love and empathy to others is always important when they need it or just any time.
I use this lesson today all the time because it’s a very important lesson to me. Now when something comes about in life, when it’s bad you just have to turn the other way and make the best of it. Make it a good memory that you look back to and laugh. Also when others are struggling I help them out, I show love and empathy for them because that’s what they did for me when I needed them. Now when I make decisions I make the best of them and make them a good memory.
When I look back to this I remember being sad all the time and thinking the world was going to end because my grandpa died. I also remember thinking that, like, how could this happen? God we prayed and asked you to help him get better and now he’s gone. But now I don’t think that way because now I’ve gained knowledge three years later and I know he got better and God helped him because God made all of his pain go away and sent him to heaven. Where I know he is feeling much better. This taught me that not everything is bad it has a purpose; a bad memory can turn to a good memory. Something you probably don’t know about my grandpa is that he only had one hand. He lost it a really long time ago, so one thing I remember my youngest cousin said that one positive thing about him being gone is now he has two hands. Writing this story has made me realize that there are positives of him being gone. I realized that negative things or bad things in your life you can make them positive things and a good memory, Instead of a bad one.
Just because something comes in your life and it makes you sad or angry doesn’t mean you can’t turn it around and make it a good memory. So how are you going to make it a good memory today?
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