Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
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My Experience Having a Blog
At the beginning of the school semester, I was reluctant about having a blog post. I had rarely read blog posts before then, so I was not really sure what I was supposed to write about. When I did my first few blog posts, I got the hang of it and I actually enjoyed writing about things from my life. It was a way for me to look back on my experiences and write about them, which was really fun for me. If I was not assigned to write blog posts, I never would have written any but I am happy that I had to.
My assumptions about keeping up with blog posts were that it would be difficult and hard to write, but that was not the case. It was not difficult for me, as I chose to write about things from my life so they were easy to write about.
The thing I did not like so much about writing blog posts was that sometimes I had trouble thinking what I should write about. I also did not particularly like how we had to do a blog post once a week, because it was hard to come up with new topics every week. What I ended up doing to think of new topics is I would go through my camera roll and find pictures that had a story behind them. A story that could be 250 words or more.
Looking through my camera roll made me realize that I have more stories than I thought, I just needed a reminder to guide me with my writing. Although my experience keeping a blog was fun, I will not continue on with my blog because I would rather be spending my time doing something else I enjoy.
Not So Normal Day
When I was in high school, I had the same routine every morning. I would wake up to my alarm at 7:20, then I would crawl out of bed and put my uniform on. I would throw my hair up in a super messy ponytail then brush my teeth. I would go downstairs and eat a breakfast bar, grab my backpack and walk out the door.
On this particular day, I did all of those normal things, but when I walked outside to my car, I noticed something unusual. There was a little animal sitting right behind my car. As I approached it, it did not move but I noticed that it was a little fawn. Since it was behind my car, I did not want to back my car out and accidentally hit the baby deer. I was already a little behind schedule, and I had to pick up a friend on my way to school.
I did not want to hurt or scare the fawn away, but I knew I had to get it to move before I could move my car. First, I took a picture of it because I thought it was cute and I knew I would never get an opportunity to get close to one again. Then, I tried getting closer to it so it would get up and move. Nothing was working but I realized it was probably scared of me, so I walked back into my garage and waited a few minutes. When I came back out, it had left and I could not see it anywhere.
At this point it was around 8, and I had to get to my class by 8:20 and pick up my friend on the way. I lived around 15 minutes away from my school. I knew I had to move fast, so I quickly got in my car and backed out at a faster than normal speed. In my driveway was my grandma’s car, which was normally not there. I saw it in my back up camera, but I was going unusually fast around the side of her car. I looked to my right and noticed that her car was also moving along with mine. I realized I had hit her car. I got out to see if I had ruined either of our cars. There were two plastic like pieces on both of our cars that had latched onto each other, which is why her car was moving with mine and there were a few minor scratches on her car. I popped the plastic pieces back in to place and rubbed the scratches on her car and it had looked like nothing happened. I explained to my friend why I was so late, but everything ended up working out fine because we got to school just in time.
Playing Field Hockey in High School
When I was going into high school, there was not any particular sports that I wanted to play. I wanted to play something that would be fun, but also competitive. Since I did not have any sport in mind, I asked people who were older than me what I should play. A lot of people said volleyball, lacrosse and track. One person, however, mentioned field hockey. At first it sounded intimidating and I did not know anything about the sport, but she explained that it was very easy to pick up, and people who try out usually do not know how to play. I decided to try out with two of my friends from grade school, and we all made the team.
Learning the skills of field hockey was frustrating at first, but eventually we all got the hang of it. The worst part for me about the sport was all of the running that we would do during practices. We would start and end our practices with running around the field. By the end of most practices we ran around four miles. While that may not seem like a lot, it was really hard for me because I was definitely not in shape, but by the end of the season, the running was fairly easy.
When I tried out again my sophomore year, I made it on to the same team and I was voted captain along with two other girls. Being captain, we were able to pick out our team headbands before each game, which was my favorite part. Although I really enjoyed playing in games, the whole sport was really time consuming and exhausting. At the end of my sophomore year, I decided to tell my coach that I was not going to be coming back my junior year. It was a really hard decision for me to make, and especially hard for me to tell my coach, but I never regretted quitting. Having said that, I also never regretted playing for two years because I made new friends and I was happy that I tried something new. Overall, my experience of playing a high school sport was great, but it was taking up a lot of my time after school and I realized I needed to focus on my school work instead.
My Favorite Island
Since I was a baby, my family and I have gone to a very small island that is close to our house. To get there, we take a ferry boat. Waiting in line to get on the ferry while smelling the fresh air and watching the seagulls fly by has always made me feel happy.
Every time I get on the ferry, I search for the blue marina on the other side. As the marina gets bigger, it means we are getting closer and closer. When we arrive on the island, all of my worries slowly fade away. My family drives to our house with the windows down and blast country songs.
We open the door to the house and unpack all of our belongings. We go to turn our water on, which is always a struggle because to turn it on we have to stick our hand down a hole in the ground and turn the nozzle. This has recently become my job as I am the youngest in the family.
When we have everything unpacked and ready to go, we head to the beach. There, we jet-ski, tube and ride on the boat until it reaches dinner time and we have to go home. When we go home, we rinse all the sand off of our feet. We play card games and patiently wait for our dinner.
When dinner is finished, we are all exhausted from the sun so we go to sleep to wake up and do it all again. A few days later when we have to leave until next time, my family is always so upset because we have to go back to reality.
My Goddaughter
I come from a very big family and I am the youngest out of my first cousins. I have always wanted a younger sibling or a younger cousin that I could take care of and play with, so when my first cousins started having kids I was extremely happy.
I was particularly close with one of my cousins’ families who lived close to me. When they had their kids, I would beg my mom to take me to their house so I could play with their one toddler, and hold their baby boy. Most of my weekends in grade school were spent at their house to spend time with my baby cousins.
When my cousin was having her third child, she found out it was going to be a girl. I was so happy for her and excited for a new baby cousin. She sat down with me one day and asked me a question I never would have expected. She asked me if I would be the Godmother of her third child because she believed I would be a good role model. I was very happy and excited that I was given the opportunity, so I of course said yes.
My goddaughter’s name is Emily, who is now four years old. I still see their family regularly when I babysit them or at family events around the holidays. Emily can be sassy, but is also a very funny little girl, and I am very happy that I was given the opportunity to be her godmother.
Coronavirus Quarantine
On Tuesday, March 10, my school decided to suspend in-person classes due to the coronavirus. Upon hearing the news, I was excited that our spring break was extended by three days, but I was also sad because I was uncertain when we would be going back.
When I told my mom the news, she immediately booked me an earlier flight to their house in Florida. On Thursday morning, March 12, I got on a plane so that I could see my parents, my brothers and my dogs and stay in quarantine with them in Florida. While I was on the plane, I wiped down my seat and continuously applied hand sanitizer so that I could take all possible measures to not be infected by the coronavirus.
Eight of my other friends were supposed to stay with me in Florida for our spring break, but my parents decided it was best to cancel the trip and reschedule for when it is safe. I was sad hearing this news, but I know it was the right decision to make.
So far during self-quarantine, me and my family have been staying in the house as much as possible and only leaving to buy groceries. To pass the time, we have been playing cards and board games. We have tried teaching my dogs new tricks (and failed). We have also been watching a lot of movies and TV shows. Although this pandemic has taken a lot away from many people, it has brought my family closer and it has been a time for all of us to take a pause from our busy lives. We have been spending a lot of quality time together, but I am still hopeful that the coronavirus is contained soon and we can get back to our normal lives.
Babysitting Scares
Babysitting is a very fun way to make money. I love playing with kids, so I have always preferred babysitting over a retail job or working in a restaurant. I have babysat kids in my neighborhood, family friends, and my little cousins. Although babysitting has been fun, there have been some scary moments.
When I was around thirteen years old, I was asked to watch three kids in my neighborhood for a few hours while the parents were out to dinner. They had a younger boy who was three years old at the time and two girls who were five and seven. The girl who was five years old, Anna, was putting her fingers in her mouth all night so I asked her what she was doing. She replied, “My tooth is wiggly.” I told her I would help her pull out her baby tooth, but she was too scared.
After a few hours of playing barbie and cars, Anna decided she had to go to the bathroom. I was waiting in the kitchen making some snacks for the kids when I heard screams of “BLOOD!! BLOOD!!” coming from the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom to find Anna crying and reaching her bloody hands out to me. “We have to call 911” She cried. The two other kids started crying too, probably thinking her sister was going to die. I tried calming them down as much as I could, which took a long time. I explained to all of them that it was normal to bleed when you lose your baby teeth and they started feeling a little better.
Another family I babysat for was my cousins. They have two boys who are six and eight and a girl who is four. I babysit for them often, but last summer I had a bad experience babysitting with them. Me and the kids were all playing in their playroom which was pretty messy, as usual. We were playing with plastic dinosaurs, helicopters and little toy cars. I was playing with the girl in the corner when I saw something painful happen out of the corner of my eye. The oldest child, John, was running around with a dinosaur in his hand when he tripped on his brothers foot and fell to the ground. He started sobbing quietly, trying to act tough, but by the look on his face I could tell he was in pain. I went up to him to see what was wrong and I was shocked. He pulled his hand away from his knee and there was a very deep cut that was bleeding. He had fallen on the edge of a toy helicopter, which had completely sliced his knee open. I quickly grabbed a towel and put pressure on his knee until his mom came home to take him to the hospital. He ended up getting stitches and glue (shown below) which has since been completely healed.
My Mom
My mother is a wonderful person in my life. She has helped me so much throughout my life, and has made many sacrifices for me. She has helped me make tough decisions, such as where I should go to high school and college. She has guided me through my whole life and for that I am thankful.
My mom has made sacrifices for me such as taking me and my friends on trips when she could have been doing things for herself such as hanging out with her friends. Even though it may not be what she really wants to do, she does it anyways for me so that I can be happy and have fun. She has always been willing to take me and my friends to Florida and she makes sure that we have a good time. This summer, she is taking me on a trip to see one of my favorite artists because the artist doesn’t have any shows near my city. She figured everything out so that I could watch my favorite performer, and I am very happy and thankful that she is willing to do that for me because she knows how much I love the artist.
My mom is such a hardworking and loving woman. I know that she would do anything for me and my siblings and that she will take care of us and love us no matter what (even when I take pictures and videos of her which she hates). She dedicated her whole life to making her children happy so that we can live a great life. I am so grateful to have such an amazing woman in my life that I can go to for anything.
My Experience as A Freshman in College
It was the end of summer and the time to leave for college was nearing. My father and I packed up the car a few hours before we left so we could make sure everything fit in the car. I walked up to my room and it was nearly empty. There were barely any clothes in my closet and nothing on the top of my once clutter filled dresser. Standing in my room ready to leave was hard. Before I had been so excited to leave for college, and now that it was finally here, I was really sad. I realized that I would not be able to see my family or my dogs for awhile. I realized that I was starting over in a completely new city with a lot of new people. It was never going to be the same as high school once was, and it was a sad realization.
My mom, dad and I got into the fully packed car and started on our three hour journey to drop me off at school. I had driven to my college before, but this ride felt so much longer. I was sad but excited at the same time. We finally arrived to my dorm, and had to wait about 45 minutes until I could actually get my key and get all of my stuff into the dorm. Unpacking everything was super stressful because I had no idea where I wanted everything but eventually it all worked out. My parents left and I was all on my own.
My roommate and I started walking around to people’s rooms and said hello to the people who lived on our floor. It was fun but also scary seeing new faces, but I knew that the other people were scared too.
After a few weeks, everything felt much more normal. I got used to the campus, I met new people and I didn’t feel so homesick anymore. I was hanging out with the people that I had just met and it was fun. School became harder, but it was manageable. I had finally felt like I belonged to the school I chose after a month. I knew I made the right choice and I would never change it.
Summer
Summertime is my favorite time of the year. I enjoy hanging out with my friends, going to the beach and sitting around the campfire. Last summer was definitely my favorite one that I have ever had.
It started off with me and a few of my friends going to Florida. We all decided that we should take a girls trip after we graduated from high school. It was in May, so Florida was really hot. We spent most of our time at the beach and by the pool relaxing. We created many memories together during the trip and we all had a really great time.
The rest of the summer was taken up by graduation parties every weekend. It was really fun dressing up for the parties in dresses and hanging out with people from our high school and their friends and family. The amazing food was also a good plus of graduation parties.
I would spend my weekdays either babysitting or going to the pool with my friends. We spent our weeknights getting ice cream, watching sunsets on the beach, or hanging out with each other at someone’s house.
We all knew that the end of the summer was approaching, but none of us wanted to accept it. As each person left for college, we all were so sad and we wished that we could have one more year left in high school. It was a bittersweet ending of the summer as everyone was excited for a new beginning, but sad that we were leaving each other behind.
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