1. Going Green on campus
At UCF, people are trying to lower their carbon footprint in many ways. There are recycling containers of all sorts around campus and eateries such as Marketplace and Knightro's have started not serving trays when you get your food. A new innovation are the water refill stations in the student union.
2.Free events/stuff on campus
There are so many free events at UCF its almost ridiculous. Is every college campus filled with groups trying to persuade you by giving you a free shirt or random guys walking around with free bottles of hand sanitizer?! Also there are events like Late Knights and speakers that are actually interesting(a guy from Deadliest Catch is coming tomorrow,i'm pretty excited).
3.Ban on birth control
This isn't just school wide but, banning birth control is a important issue. Teenagers are going to have sex no matter what, and with the birth control ban could cause the abortion rates to increase dramatically. Also, for the girls that use the pill not only for sexual reasons but for bad cramps and ect, what will happen to them!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Memoir-Final Draft
This was it; the magical day was finally here! I was about to pick out my senior schedule. When you’re in high school or grades even younger, you aspire to be a senior. I was finally the “big woman on campus”, technically speaking. Your senior schedule could make you or break you in a college’s eyes, so it was very important to pick classes that looked good, but still allowed you to slack off a little bit. I decided to do child care two-three which sounds like a piece of cake but, it ended up being my hardest class. I also decided to take college algebra, my first college level course. To round out the rest of my schedule I chose psychology, marine biology, fashion design two, and English honors four. Little did I know that the
senior year ahead would be one of the most exciting and emotional years of my life.
I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool would hopefully start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach four year olds unknowing of what to work with, and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to teach. The rest of my day was fairly boring, listening to lectures about how challenging the class ahead was going to be. But I had my eye on the prize just like every other new senior, graduation.
Even though my final year was going pretty well, at home things were very different. One night I came home late from hanging out at a close friend’s house. I was in my room lounging on my bed and listening to Paramore on my computer when my dad knocked on the door and asked, “Lex can I come in?” “Sure”, I replied back as my dad walked through the door. He stood around awkwardly for a minute and sat down on my bed. My dad had a strained, tired look on his face and started to speak in a somber tone, “Your mom and I are getting a divorce. You know things have been rough lately, and this is the only other option as I see it right now. I think that maybe someday things will get better, but I’m not sure. Your mom is moving out in two weeks to live at her friend’s house and we’re going to try to make things as normal as possible for you, Erica, and T.j.” I was in complete shock, and I could only mutter an “Okay, can you please go now?” My dad gave me a sincere hug and left while I spent the rest of my night crying.
Those next few weeks of going to school and putting on a happy face while my family unit was crumbling were very hard. I could barely concentrate in class, and put in a lot more hours thinking about what was going on at home then on my schoolwork. Luckily, I found relief in teaching the preschoolers. The kids made the long, tiring days go by faster and easier and my favorites could always make me laugh, no matter what was on my mind. The day my mom moved out, I couldn’t even look her in the face. I had a feeling that my parents would break up eventually after fighting so much, but it was sooner than I thought. My brother and sister were completely clueless about what was going on, and the shock of the divorce hurt them more then me. My little brother T.J. was upset, but instead of being sad, he showed more aggression towards my mom and rarely to the rest of the family. I only saw my mom once or twice a week, if I was lucky and our relationship was strained because I believed she had hurt our family out of her careless actions. I felt like I couldn’t talk to my mother about anything anymore and if I did say anything I had doubts that she honestly cared about what I had to say. My sister, Erica was more accepting of the situation and went to sleep over my mom’s house a couple of times, while my brother and I stayed home with my dad. I relied on my friends a lot during this time, and distracted myself as much as I could by putting more effort into my schoolwork.
The saying ‘when it rains, it pours’ showed its true colors because soon after my mom moved out, my dog Rusty died. My one hundred pound, yellow lab who always had been a comfort to me in the hard times, whether they were over a boy who made me cry or that my little brother had ate all of the ice cream (again), was gone forever. This really hit my family hard, and I spent a couple sleepless nights upset that my pet wasn’t snoring beside me. It was hard to think about my college decisions as well because of all of the problems that were occurring at home. It didn’t help I discovered I had been deferred from my first choice college, the University of Central Florida. I thought I had written a killer essay and that my SAT scores were good enough for an admission, but I was wrong. I was upset, but I wanted to keep trying my hardest to get in, so I signed up for an ACT test and hoped for the best.
Eventually, the end of the school year was approaching and everything slowly started to get better at home. My parents started talking again and my mom started coming back home and spending more time with us. In time, my mom moved back into our house after five months of being away. It was still tough at first, getting used to my mother being home again but our relationship has healed somewhat since then. After a while, my parents said that we were allowed to get another pet, but this time it would be a cat! After thoroughly searching a local pet adoption site one kitty turned into two, and after visiting the animal shelter two kitties turned into three! We were able to save one of our new pet’s lives (even though she’s the meanest one) and I’m glad we were able to walk into the animal shelter when we did. I picked the only boy cat out of our new additions, that was about six months old and I fell in love with him instantly. I named him Edward after the book Twilight, and because well, frankly he just looks like an Edward. And to put the icing on the cake, I finally received an acceptance letter from the University of Central Florida. I had discovered that my SAT score I had sent in was not high enough, but that my twenty six on my ACT was just right to receive admittance. Needless to say I was ecstatic and ran around my house dancing and screaming.
As I look back on my senior year, I’ve had so many wonderful memories and sad ones as well. All of my hard work and effort throughout my whole career in school was built up for my final year. I’m proud to say I graduated with honors, and didn’t trip when I walked across the stage. My senior year of high school at Satellite High School was a bittersweet and one of the most memorable school years of my life. Even though I went through multiple emotional ups and downs like my parent’s divorce and my dog’s death, I wouldn’t miss a chance to repeat that year again.
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With the kids when the firemen came to visit.
My dog Rusty when he was younger.
My cat is the grey and white one Eddie, and the black one is my little sister's named Stella.
My mom and I at my graduation.
senior year ahead would be one of the most exciting and emotional years of my life.
I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool would hopefully start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach four year olds unknowing of what to work with, and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to teach. The rest of my day was fairly boring, listening to lectures about how challenging the class ahead was going to be. But I had my eye on the prize just like every other new senior, graduation.
Even though my final year was going pretty well, at home things were very different. One night I came home late from hanging out at a close friend’s house. I was in my room lounging on my bed and listening to Paramore on my computer when my dad knocked on the door and asked, “Lex can I come in?” “Sure”, I replied back as my dad walked through the door. He stood around awkwardly for a minute and sat down on my bed. My dad had a strained, tired look on his face and started to speak in a somber tone, “Your mom and I are getting a divorce. You know things have been rough lately, and this is the only other option as I see it right now. I think that maybe someday things will get better, but I’m not sure. Your mom is moving out in two weeks to live at her friend’s house and we’re going to try to make things as normal as possible for you, Erica, and T.j.” I was in complete shock, and I could only mutter an “Okay, can you please go now?” My dad gave me a sincere hug and left while I spent the rest of my night crying.
Those next few weeks of going to school and putting on a happy face while my family unit was crumbling were very hard. I could barely concentrate in class, and put in a lot more hours thinking about what was going on at home then on my schoolwork. Luckily, I found relief in teaching the preschoolers. The kids made the long, tiring days go by faster and easier and my favorites could always make me laugh, no matter what was on my mind. The day my mom moved out, I couldn’t even look her in the face. I had a feeling that my parents would break up eventually after fighting so much, but it was sooner than I thought. My brother and sister were completely clueless about what was going on, and the shock of the divorce hurt them more then me. My little brother T.J. was upset, but instead of being sad, he showed more aggression towards my mom and rarely to the rest of the family. I only saw my mom once or twice a week, if I was lucky and our relationship was strained because I believed she had hurt our family out of her careless actions. I felt like I couldn’t talk to my mother about anything anymore and if I did say anything I had doubts that she honestly cared about what I had to say. My sister, Erica was more accepting of the situation and went to sleep over my mom’s house a couple of times, while my brother and I stayed home with my dad. I relied on my friends a lot during this time, and distracted myself as much as I could by putting more effort into my schoolwork.
The saying ‘when it rains, it pours’ showed its true colors because soon after my mom moved out, my dog Rusty died. My one hundred pound, yellow lab who always had been a comfort to me in the hard times, whether they were over a boy who made me cry or that my little brother had ate all of the ice cream (again), was gone forever. This really hit my family hard, and I spent a couple sleepless nights upset that my pet wasn’t snoring beside me. It was hard to think about my college decisions as well because of all of the problems that were occurring at home. It didn’t help I discovered I had been deferred from my first choice college, the University of Central Florida. I thought I had written a killer essay and that my SAT scores were good enough for an admission, but I was wrong. I was upset, but I wanted to keep trying my hardest to get in, so I signed up for an ACT test and hoped for the best.
Eventually, the end of the school year was approaching and everything slowly started to get better at home. My parents started talking again and my mom started coming back home and spending more time with us. In time, my mom moved back into our house after five months of being away. It was still tough at first, getting used to my mother being home again but our relationship has healed somewhat since then. After a while, my parents said that we were allowed to get another pet, but this time it would be a cat! After thoroughly searching a local pet adoption site one kitty turned into two, and after visiting the animal shelter two kitties turned into three! We were able to save one of our new pet’s lives (even though she’s the meanest one) and I’m glad we were able to walk into the animal shelter when we did. I picked the only boy cat out of our new additions, that was about six months old and I fell in love with him instantly. I named him Edward after the book Twilight, and because well, frankly he just looks like an Edward. And to put the icing on the cake, I finally received an acceptance letter from the University of Central Florida. I had discovered that my SAT score I had sent in was not high enough, but that my twenty six on my ACT was just right to receive admittance. Needless to say I was ecstatic and ran around my house dancing and screaming.
As I look back on my senior year, I’ve had so many wonderful memories and sad ones as well. All of my hard work and effort throughout my whole career in school was built up for my final year. I’m proud to say I graduated with honors, and didn’t trip when I walked across the stage. My senior year of high school at Satellite High School was a bittersweet and one of the most memorable school years of my life. Even though I went through multiple emotional ups and downs like my parent’s divorce and my dog’s death, I wouldn’t miss a chance to repeat that year again.
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With the kids when the firemen came to visit.
My dog Rusty when he was younger.
My cat is the grey and white one Eddie, and the black one is my little sister's named Stella.
My mom and I at my graduation.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Senior Year Memoir
This was it; the magical day was finally here! I was about to pick out my senior schedule. When you’re in high school or grades even younger, you aspire to be a senior. I was finally the “big woman on campus”, technically speaking. Your senior schedule could make you or break you in a college’s eyes, so it was very important to pick classes that looked good, but still allowed you to slack off a little bit. I decided to do child care two-three which sounds like a piece of cake but, it ended up being my hardest class. I also decided to take college algebra, my first college level course. To round out the rest of my schedule I chose psychology, marine biology, fashion design two, and English honors four. My senior year of high school at Satellite High School was a bittersweet and one of the most memorable, fantastic
school year of my life.
I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool hopefully would start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach preschool unknowing of what to work with and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to get to teach. The rest of my day was fairly boring, listening to lectures made about how challenging the class ahead was going to be. But I had my eye on the prize just like every other new senior, graduation.
Throughout the year the project graduation committee put together events for the graduating seniors, to help motivate them to keep up the good grades. The first event they had was about a month after school started which was called the senior sunrise breakfast. We had to be at Pelican Beach Park at about six in the morning to get ready for the festivities. Most of the senior class (that was able to wake up) showed up on the beach to watch the sunrise. Another event that was put on by my high school was the junior vs. senior powder-puff football game. I joined the senior team, and was prepared for almost every practice against the juniors. The game ended up being close, but the seniors pulled ahead and won!
The year was going by quickly, especially that now the preschool was up and running. We had a very strict schedule that included one week of planning and teaching and two weeks of volunteering at a local elementary school. I volunteered at my old elementary school, Surfside and I worked with my old kindergarten teacher Mrs. Lacy. The moment I stepped foot in Mrs. Lacy’s class the children there became instantly attached. I remember a little boy named Patrick would always come up to me before I left to go back to Satellite and hug me so tight I couldn’t breathe and tell me that I was his favorite. In preschool; however, it was hard to have such notoriety with the kids we taught. We only had a week of time with them, instead of two and most of the time we were trying to get all the kids to pay attention to what us teachers were trying to explain or chasing after one of the restless little boys. It was tough being a teacher; we had to get through at least two lessons each (most of them only half finished) in a four person group during our two hour time period.
The best part of the school year was all of the field trips I was lucky enough to attend. We were able to go on eight field trips just through child care 2-3 to ‘broaden’ the young children’s minds. Some of the trips I went on were trips to Play Plus, walking to Publix, the Brevard Community College Planetarium, the Brevard Zoo, and to two children’s concerts. I didn’t go on field trips in just child care though, I visited Sea World for the day with my marine biology class and Jo Ann’s, a textile convention, the University of Central Florida theatre, and behind the scenes at Disney’s Hollywood Studios through my Fashion Design Two course.
Even though my final year was going great, at home things were very different. One night I came home late from hanging out with some good friends. I was in my room and listening to music on my computer when my dad knocked on the door and asked, “Lex can I come in?” “Sure”, I replied back as my dad walked through the door. He stood around awkwardly for a minute and sat down on my bed. My dad started to speak in a somber tone, “Your mom and I are getting a divorce. You know things have been rough lately, and this is the only other option as I see it right now, and maybe someday things will get better, I’m not sure. Your mom is moving out in two weeks to live at her friend’s house and we’re going to make things as normal as possible for you, Erica, and T.j.” I was in complete shock, and I could only mutter an “Okay, can you please go now?” My dad gave me a sincere hug and left while I spent the rest of my night crying.
Those next few weeks of going to school and putting on a happy face while my family unit was crumbling were very hard. I only saw my mom once or twice a week, if I was lucky and our relationship was strained because she had hurt our family out of her careless actions. The saying ‘when it rains, it pours’ showed its true colors because as soon after my mom moved out, my dog Rusty died. My one hundred pound, yellow lab who had always been a comfort to me in the hard times, whether they were over a boy who made me cry or my little brother had ate all of the ice cream (again), was gone forever.
Eventually, everything slowly started to get better at home. My parents started talking again and in time, my mom moved back into our house after five months of being away. It was still tough at first, getting used to my mother being home again but our relationship has healed somewhat. In time my parents said that we were allowed to get another pet, but this time it would be a cat! Well after searching a local pet adoption site one kitty turned into two and after visiting the animal shelter two kitties turned into three! We were able to save one of our new pet’s lives (even though she’s the meanest one) and I’m glad we were able to walk into the animal shelter when we did. I picked the only boy cat that was about six months old and I fell in love with him instantly. I named him Edward after the book Twilight, and because well, frankly he just looks like an Edward.
As I look back on my senior year, I’ve had so many wonderful memories and sad ones as well. All of my hard work and effort throughout my whole career in school was built up for that year. I’m proud to say I graduated with honors, and didn’t trip when I walked across the stage. Even through all of the emotional ups and downs I went through, I wouldn’t miss a chance to repeat that year again.
school year of my life.
I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool hopefully would start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach preschool unknowing of what to work with and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to get to teach. The rest of my day was fairly boring, listening to lectures made about how challenging the class ahead was going to be. But I had my eye on the prize just like every other new senior, graduation.
Throughout the year the project graduation committee put together events for the graduating seniors, to help motivate them to keep up the good grades. The first event they had was about a month after school started which was called the senior sunrise breakfast. We had to be at Pelican Beach Park at about six in the morning to get ready for the festivities. Most of the senior class (that was able to wake up) showed up on the beach to watch the sunrise. Another event that was put on by my high school was the junior vs. senior powder-puff football game. I joined the senior team, and was prepared for almost every practice against the juniors. The game ended up being close, but the seniors pulled ahead and won!
The year was going by quickly, especially that now the preschool was up and running. We had a very strict schedule that included one week of planning and teaching and two weeks of volunteering at a local elementary school. I volunteered at my old elementary school, Surfside and I worked with my old kindergarten teacher Mrs. Lacy. The moment I stepped foot in Mrs. Lacy’s class the children there became instantly attached. I remember a little boy named Patrick would always come up to me before I left to go back to Satellite and hug me so tight I couldn’t breathe and tell me that I was his favorite. In preschool; however, it was hard to have such notoriety with the kids we taught. We only had a week of time with them, instead of two and most of the time we were trying to get all the kids to pay attention to what us teachers were trying to explain or chasing after one of the restless little boys. It was tough being a teacher; we had to get through at least two lessons each (most of them only half finished) in a four person group during our two hour time period.
The best part of the school year was all of the field trips I was lucky enough to attend. We were able to go on eight field trips just through child care 2-3 to ‘broaden’ the young children’s minds. Some of the trips I went on were trips to Play Plus, walking to Publix, the Brevard Community College Planetarium, the Brevard Zoo, and to two children’s concerts. I didn’t go on field trips in just child care though, I visited Sea World for the day with my marine biology class and Jo Ann’s, a textile convention, the University of Central Florida theatre, and behind the scenes at Disney’s Hollywood Studios through my Fashion Design Two course.
Even though my final year was going great, at home things were very different. One night I came home late from hanging out with some good friends. I was in my room and listening to music on my computer when my dad knocked on the door and asked, “Lex can I come in?” “Sure”, I replied back as my dad walked through the door. He stood around awkwardly for a minute and sat down on my bed. My dad started to speak in a somber tone, “Your mom and I are getting a divorce. You know things have been rough lately, and this is the only other option as I see it right now, and maybe someday things will get better, I’m not sure. Your mom is moving out in two weeks to live at her friend’s house and we’re going to make things as normal as possible for you, Erica, and T.j.” I was in complete shock, and I could only mutter an “Okay, can you please go now?” My dad gave me a sincere hug and left while I spent the rest of my night crying.
Those next few weeks of going to school and putting on a happy face while my family unit was crumbling were very hard. I only saw my mom once or twice a week, if I was lucky and our relationship was strained because she had hurt our family out of her careless actions. The saying ‘when it rains, it pours’ showed its true colors because as soon after my mom moved out, my dog Rusty died. My one hundred pound, yellow lab who had always been a comfort to me in the hard times, whether they were over a boy who made me cry or my little brother had ate all of the ice cream (again), was gone forever.
Eventually, everything slowly started to get better at home. My parents started talking again and in time, my mom moved back into our house after five months of being away. It was still tough at first, getting used to my mother being home again but our relationship has healed somewhat. In time my parents said that we were allowed to get another pet, but this time it would be a cat! Well after searching a local pet adoption site one kitty turned into two and after visiting the animal shelter two kitties turned into three! We were able to save one of our new pet’s lives (even though she’s the meanest one) and I’m glad we were able to walk into the animal shelter when we did. I picked the only boy cat that was about six months old and I fell in love with him instantly. I named him Edward after the book Twilight, and because well, frankly he just looks like an Edward.
As I look back on my senior year, I’ve had so many wonderful memories and sad ones as well. All of my hard work and effort throughout my whole career in school was built up for that year. I’m proud to say I graduated with honors, and didn’t trip when I walked across the stage. Even through all of the emotional ups and downs I went through, I wouldn’t miss a chance to repeat that year again.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Memo on peer review
TO: Mrs. Moody
FROM: Alexis Munroe
DATE: Tuesday 15th, 2009
SUBJECT: Memoir Peer Review
I liked the information I received on my peer review about my first draft of my memoir. On the peer review I realized that I needed to make sure the main point of my memoir was defined in the first paragraph, and not just describing what my senior schedule was about. I’m glad that I added in the details about what my schedule is about, I felt that I needed to show the audience that the rest of my classes weren’t necessarily easy but, I wasn’t taking five AP courses and overhauling my work load. My line about the “big woman on campus” was used to describe the power that I felt being a senior, but I wasn’t exactly a ‘power force’ at my high school. I’m way too shy to go and put myself out there, I like being comfortable with people I’m friends with or know casually. To make sure my setting and main point of my memoir is clear, I’m going to add details about my school to give the audience a scene of where I spent seven hours of my day, and all the changes that were occurring (to me and with construction on my high school) during my senior year of school.
With this information I’m going to add more details and information about that my topic is my senior year in general and not just about one subject. I have to make sure that I include all aspects of my senior year and information about all of my classes. I’m also going to go back and revise what I wrote in the first paragraph of my memoir. While I’m writing my first draft of my memoir, I have to make sure I add a lot of details about how I was feeling and what the main settings are during these events.
FROM: Alexis Munroe
DATE: Tuesday 15th, 2009
SUBJECT: Memoir Peer Review
I liked the information I received on my peer review about my first draft of my memoir. On the peer review I realized that I needed to make sure the main point of my memoir was defined in the first paragraph, and not just describing what my senior schedule was about. I’m glad that I added in the details about what my schedule is about, I felt that I needed to show the audience that the rest of my classes weren’t necessarily easy but, I wasn’t taking five AP courses and overhauling my work load. My line about the “big woman on campus” was used to describe the power that I felt being a senior, but I wasn’t exactly a ‘power force’ at my high school. I’m way too shy to go and put myself out there, I like being comfortable with people I’m friends with or know casually. To make sure my setting and main point of my memoir is clear, I’m going to add details about my school to give the audience a scene of where I spent seven hours of my day, and all the changes that were occurring (to me and with construction on my high school) during my senior year of school.
With this information I’m going to add more details and information about that my topic is my senior year in general and not just about one subject. I have to make sure that I include all aspects of my senior year and information about all of my classes. I’m also going to go back and revise what I wrote in the first paragraph of my memoir. While I’m writing my first draft of my memoir, I have to make sure I add a lot of details about how I was feeling and what the main settings are during these events.
Memoir Draft
This was it; the magical day was finally here! I was about to pick out my senior schedule. When you’re in high school or grades even younger, you aspire to be a senior. I was finally the “big woman on campus”, technically speaking. Your senior schedule could make you or break you in a college’s eyes, so it was very important to pick classes that looked good, but still allowed you to slack off a little bit. I decided to do child care two-three which sounds like a piece of cake but, it ended up being my hardest class. I also decided to take college algebra, my first college level course. To round out the rest of my schedule I chose psychology, marine biology, fashion design two, and English honors four.
I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool hopefully would start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach preschool unknowing of what to work with and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to get to work with.
I was thrilled my first day of school, I didn’t have to wake up until an hour after school started, which was a huge plus because I absolutely hate waking up early. Child care was my first class, and preschool hopefully would start on time in September. Unfortunately, we were stuck in a trailer while our preschool classroom was being “renovated”. I was overjoyed to know that we would sitting around unprepared for two months, and then be expected to teach preschool unknowing of what to work with and not knowing the children we were lucky enough to get to work with.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Brainstorming ideas!
1. My senior year of high school
My senior year in high school was the most important and busy year in school I have completed so far. I had to deal with my parent’s separation, running a preschool, and completing numerous college applications by their many due dates. It is important to me because I had to worry about everything occurring in my life and plan ahead for the future as well. At the end of the year, I also had to say goodbye to friends that I’ve known since third grade, not knowing if I will ever see them again.
2. My dog Rusty's Death
When I was younger I had always wanted a pet, especially a dog, so when the day came that I got my already beloved gift it affected me forever. Even though he was the family dog, I thought of him as my own. He would always come to me first to play and at night he would sleep in my room. The death of a dog that I loved and cared about so much brought me a lot of grief and sadness and with the arrival of my kitty Edward I was finally able to let my feelings for my dog be at peace.
3. Getting my driver's license
When you’re a teenager the key to freedom and out of your parent’s house is getting your driver’s license. Whenever I would ask my parent’s to drive me somewhere they would take at least thirty minutes to leave the house and as I’m impatient thirty minutes just didn’t cut it. Getting my license meant I could come and go as I pleased without waiting for my parents to drop me off and I could give my close friends rides to places as needed.
My senior year in high school was the most important and busy year in school I have completed so far. I had to deal with my parent’s separation, running a preschool, and completing numerous college applications by their many due dates. It is important to me because I had to worry about everything occurring in my life and plan ahead for the future as well. At the end of the year, I also had to say goodbye to friends that I’ve known since third grade, not knowing if I will ever see them again.
2. My dog Rusty's Death
When I was younger I had always wanted a pet, especially a dog, so when the day came that I got my already beloved gift it affected me forever. Even though he was the family dog, I thought of him as my own. He would always come to me first to play and at night he would sleep in my room. The death of a dog that I loved and cared about so much brought me a lot of grief and sadness and with the arrival of my kitty Edward I was finally able to let my feelings for my dog be at peace.
3. Getting my driver's license
When you’re a teenager the key to freedom and out of your parent’s house is getting your driver’s license. Whenever I would ask my parent’s to drive me somewhere they would take at least thirty minutes to leave the house and as I’m impatient thirty minutes just didn’t cut it. Getting my license meant I could come and go as I pleased without waiting for my parents to drop me off and I could give my close friends rides to places as needed.
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