Ms. Hill's 7/8 Period

I do not think that pigs can fly. I do not think that people get sad for absolutely no reason; I do concur that people should take risks. I do know that life will pass you by if you do not take chances. I believe that everyone should take advantage of every opportunity to make life better for yourself and especially others. As a twelve-year-old boy, I wanted to believe in my dreams for the longest time. “Things will be perfectly fine for forever”, I told myself. Then, in January, time collapsed. My heart sank to the deepest depths of the sea of tears. My eyes leaked profusely like a broken dam. My mom had come to pass. I regretted every ounce of my being. I learned the the truth. Life gave me every opportunity to love my mom much more than I did; I turned a blind eye and allowed the chance to slip away from me. I just wanted to sit in solemn silence, in a dark bottomless abyss for no one to save me from. After commemorating the first anniversary of the event and passing my th...

I believe in accepting reality. July 12, 2016, it was the summer we were moving into 6th grade. I remember this day so clearly. The normal summer days flew by with boredom. It all started when a message popped up on my computer. It was from one of my friends. He told me that one of my other friends died from a car crash. I replied with “yeah right” because I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Later that day, my mom came home and asked if I knew that a classmate died. She handed me her phone and I read the email in shock. I didn’t want to believe it. My mind spiraled into a jumble of thoughts and it couldn’t think correctly for the next couple of days. The weirdest thing is I didn’t cry. Funny how death is the saddest thing and I didn’t show any emotion. It made me self doubt myself. I was dreadful of course but I already knew that I couldn’t stay like this forever. So I moved on. It was hard, especially when it feels like you’re abandoning your best friend. I forced the...

I believe that I have the key to happiness. While my dad and I were on a trip in India, my dad decided to take me on a trip to two of his cousins. One of his cousins was extremely poor, while his other one was extremely rich. One of my dad’s cousins/my uncles was a stockholder. He was extremely rich. When we first arrived at his house, the first thing I noticed was how massive and spectacular his house is. My uncle’s house consists of 7 bedrooms and 6 bedrooms, and even more amenities, like a giant swimming pool. Initially I thought that if I lived in this sort of place, I would never, ever want anything else again, that I couldn’t desire anything else if I lived in this sort of house. When we first arrived, my uncle looked somewhat happy to see us. However, as I stayed at his house, I eventually started to realize that he wasn’t happy at all. I started to get the feeling that he was depressed. 8-year-old me couldn’t believe it. How could my uncle ever, ever be unhappy? He had l...

Vanya Sagi Mrs.Hill Pre-Ap ILA- 8 April 18 2019 My reliance. My weakness. I rely on my parents. It’s no secret. I need them to buy clothes for me. I need them to pay for my classes. I need them to feed me. I need, I need, I need. Eventually I want from my parents. I want the latest electronic gadget. I want different food, piping hot cuisine everyday. I want their attention to be on me and me alone. I want merchandise from my favorite band. From an infant incapable of anything, to a child incapable of everything, my life slips out of my expectant fingers and drags behind others. I believe that reliance is a crutch that cripples you. A person will drown if they rely on another to keep them afloat. They have to kick their legs and pump their arms and strain unless they’d rather sink. I wasn’t an easy kid and I knew it as my parents would sigh everyday staring at either a computer or paper sometimes even both, but still took time to p...

I believe that one’s first impression doesn’t display their true personality. When one person is about to meet someone else for the first time, they will most likely act very different. This is because when one meets someone new, he or she will experience many emotions such as nervousness and anxiety.   Initial impressions are things that I struggle with. I detest going to someone I’ve never met before and introducing myself. Every time I see someone unfamiliar, I try to introduce comedy into the discussion right away to try to throw out all of the discomforts. But of course, that doesn’t always work.   For example, when I first met my friend named Nikhil, I had no idea what to say. I had no friends at the time because I had just moved from Houston to Plano. I had seen him playing the same game that I was and I awkwardly walked over to him and asked if he wanted to play the game together. One thing had led to another and he became my best friend and still is t...

A couple of months ago, I had a feeling I was becoming the third wheel because my friends were having conversations between themselves, excluding me. That is normal. Yet, I felt excluded because they didn’t want me joining in their conversations, as if it were confidential. I’ve been friends with these two girls for the past eight years, ending up with a connection that no other friendship was capable of having. Throughout our friendship, I’ve been through ups and downs with these friends. It ranged from acknowledging their pain to cuddling them with words of comfort or support. However, when they ask me if I’m okay, it seems like a return of favor, not from genuine concern. When they “comfort” me, it’s as if they rethink the choices they made with being my friend. The hours and days I spent encouraging them was worth one hour of their time sympathizing for me. When they would talk to me, it was only when their “partner in crime” was busy talking to someone else. I was only ther...

Adab Singh Ms. Hill Pre-AP ILA 8 18 April 2019 The Ruthless Forests Of Life I’ve always wondered if there is a reason why everything happens. All the misfortunes and all the accidents. Why? Why? Why? These were the thoughts that flooded my mind as I looked at my horrific figure in the mirror, on a cold Friday night in, supposedly, one of the most beautiful cities in South Michigan. I stared right through my eyes, penetrated right through my eyes, and discovered something I wasn’t all too surprised to see. A cloud. A cloud of despair, blocking my way from searching beyond and finding any sign of joy. And then, came the rain, in the form of tears. It was as if the floodgates had been opened. My mind trying its hardest to stop this aggravated storm but to no avail. But all of a sudden, it stopped. The outrage had come to a halt. I pushed myself to form a smile on my face, but all I managed to come up with was a smile with nothing. No feelings. No emotions. I had nothin...

Beginning from fourth grade, I’ve noticed the increase of classmates and friends beating themselves up at the slightest inconvenience. If they can’t get a perfect 100, they call themselves dumb, or if a teacher doesn’t speak to them as much as others, it’s assumed that they aren’t liked. They do it so much so that they become blind to all the positive things that have happened to them, ungrateful for all the good that has happened. If someone chooses to dwell on all the small negative incidents, why should they ever experience anything good? It’ll all be wasted when the hardships come, anyways. I believe that it is ungrateful of someone to devalue themselves unreasonably. In the beginning of eighth grade, my friend and I constantly complained about bad grades- especially about our math tests. Known to many friends and classmates in my algebra class, I am absolutely horrible at math. It’s been so bad, that a norm for me was to receive a 70 and sometimes even a 60 on tests and qui...

Should I? Should I say it? I want to say it but my fear of hurting others is choking me. The fear is so powerful that it is extracting the soul, the depth and the feels of my words. Now, I guess I have to move on. I have to look for something else to say. I have to leave it. This is the idea that my 13 year old mind was trying to wrap around. Trying to. Going back,in my faintest memories I can see myself arguing uncontrollably with my parents. Only over a trip overseas.They wanted me to go because they felt the need for me to relax as well as to be able to explore. Meeting new people seemed like an incredible way to spend my precious time. To them. However, our minds differed from each other. I did not want to go on this little adventure because I felt like I was walking right into a trap. I knew that going to a different country after so long would mean that I would have to adapt all over again. Change. I knew with all of this, it would be impossible for me to act myself. I percei...

I believe in being self-aware. Society is very rude and evil nowadays. They don't  know what they say on social media and it just keeps getting ugly. People aren’t aware. They only believe in themselves. Society is like a threat in the unknown places of the world. This all starts now. As a child, I was just an average ordinary kid and I believed in people who respected me and were friendly to me. But I never knew what people were up to on social media. Some people that I personally knew from being a little child were being selfish and atrocious towards people. The people I know have a self-sufficient mind, but they also have a self-atrocious and selfish mind.  People were also extremely arrogant and mean to individuals in general. Here’s how I found out about this. About a year ago, my friend introduced me to Instagram. I thought I was fortunate to be introduced to this. I wanted to post pictures of things I own, my family and etc. But I never knew that Instagram is...

Suffering Pays Off I believe that the more you suffer, the more courage and passion it gives you to overcome the obstacle you’re facing. Suffering fires up the will, that has been inside but with no driving force, to give you courage. Once I understood that, and my emotions, I simply just used them. Throughout my life, I’ve suffered from being shy, shy of my thoughts, ideals, beliefs, the things that were unique to me. Even staying with people freely was out of the question, always trying to blend in with them, paying attention to them, trying to be nobody in the eyes of others. After utterly suffering, I realized that I needed to open up and stop trying to hide . Until I had enough boldness, I kept reminding myself the suffering I had to endure, and then I took the risk. The risk of people seeing me, my true self, me that has been hidden under the thick covers of shyness. The only support I had was my suffering, ironic, right? I believe that sometimes, your only allies are ...

Eric Corona Ms.Hill Pre-Ap ILA 8 18 April 2019                                                           Appreciation Time- by Eric Corona                                                                                        I believe I don't appreciate everything and everyone in my life. For crying out loud, I get to go to one of the top ten schools in Texas and still have a laptop, TV, ps4, and even a bed. Sometimes I feel like I'm taking the things and people in my life for granted by maybe not talking to them, or listening to them, or acknowledging them. Every time I go to my grandma's house, it's usually on the hol...

I believe fears are just choices. In the past year in middle school, my eye caught onto a scene of bullying. In particular, the teasing and peer pressure, which I couldn’t stand. Afterwards, mixed emotions spun around my mind whether to stand up high for that friend or not. Soon enough, I was afraid to stand up for him because I believed wrong, and believed I would be targeted for tormenting; that wasn’t the case. At first, I thought fear wasn’t a decision, but then I found out It was a choice. At that time, I made an unwise decision to not stand up for a friend. The whispering internally kicking me in my head, Torturing me for doing all wrong. Afterward, I clearly thought to myself that the choice I went with was for a selfish motive, and I really regret my past decisions. I care about others more than me, and If I treat myself better than others, then I’ll end up greedy and filthy. I don’t wanna be that type of person, neither do you. Since then, I believe fears are just choices be...

I believe that how one deals with tragedy reveals their truest character. There is a truth deep down inside our hearts, but we’re too afraid to let it show. We instead decide to box it up and hide the truth so far away that it’s no longer noticeable. For a chunk of my life I was physically abused. I became so used to it that I didn’t truly understand it was wrong. Until a time when my best friend started to notice the bruises. Them constantly appearing. It took me years of abuse to just notice the mistreatment. How corrupted other's actions were toward me. I acted so carelessly that I blinded myself. I blocked out everything I didn’t want to think or to believe of society. I placed myself in a box. Only letting in what my immature little self chose. It destroyed me. It made me oblivious to reality. I chose to hide from what was being done to me. I allowed it to continue tearing apart my life. Right in front of my closed little eyes. Until it clicked. My eyes were opened. Floodi...

I believe in curiosity. Curiosity describes how I learn and what I think. Especially when curiosity results in a life lesson and an injury. November at 2017, Thanksgiving week. The month of family and appreciation. I was visiting my family in Arizona for the week. My overall experience was interesting even within the few hours of being there. On the first day, I was passing time by playing with my three younger cousins, indoors; we decided to play tag.  Then, at one point, one of my cousins was “it”, so I had attempted to maneuver around them on a nearby couch. However, my foot had caught in one of the slits of the couch, hit the very bottom frame, and effectively ripped my skin open from a sharp, exposed spring. I was taken to the hospital and got 13 stitches in my foot, and almost lost my pinky toe. I couldn’t walk for 11 days.  This action had caused a traumatizing experience that makes me think about it even to this day. My belief is that, in an odd way, curiosity h...

I believe that people only see what they want to see. People can be blinded by their own fantasy that they don’t even see reality, and when they step back into the real world, they are shocked to see the frightening truth. I experienced the truth when my brother was applying to go to the Texas Academy of Math and Science. He filled out the application and wrote an essay. He worked really hard towards TAMS, but not the same with regular school. I had my doubts. My brother didn’t have the best grades, so I didn’t really believe he would get in. Then the next month he got an email saying he got an interview. I was still clueless, caught up in my own world not realizing that he could actually get in. After the interview, all that was left was waiting. And more waiting. All I could think about was what if he actually got in. Then we got the email. The shocking truth. He got in. I couldn’t believe it. I still denied. Now he’s leaving. All my memories came flooding back. All the fighting. Al...

By: Ella Lewis It’s a drowning desire. I believe in letting go, but I don’t know where to start. I don’t want to forget what I have lost. I was being selfish the day I saw her smile for the last time. It always brought a soft warmth wherever she went like a sunrise. But that one was more of a sunset than anything else. She had stage four lung cancer, and I didn’t know her before it. At my church I saw her when I felt like seeing people, but that was all. Her name was Paula Ball. I called her Sister Ball. My dad made Paula soup in the cold wrath of February, so of course he forced me to go with him to give it to her. I was watching my favorite show at the time, and I regrettably yelled at him about not wanting to go. Giving up my losing argument, I went with him. With her husband by her side, Sister Ball had a bony hand on her brown dog. When we walked in, the dog had a look in its eye as though it knew something would happen that no one in the room could comprehend. We talke...

I believe that life is too short to be careless. I first realized this at the age of ten. Just like any other school day, I had gymnastics. Hours of it. But then everything changed. I broke my arm. In the most careless way possible, flipping off my bed getting caught up in the moment. I slammed onto the floor and heard a snap. Immediately after falling, all I could think about was how inattentive I was to just flip without looking around to see if I had the room to flip. Sitting there in pain, I continued to think about the mistake. Thoughts after thoughts. If I would have taken the time to assess what I was doing I wouldn't be in this situation. All my thoughts were negative. Minutes felt like hours. All because of one mindless mistake. Thinking back on this obstacle in my life, I realized that you only have one life; and you should live it in caution. We are unable to take back time so why waste it on a careless mistake with a life full of regrets. People often take advantage o...

Who am I anymore? What does it matter what I believe in? No one asks for my opinion anyway, no one even talks to me. I feel as though I am invisible. These were the thoughts going through my 11 year old self. Flashing through my mind, I recall entering my school trying to seem cheerful, but all I was doing was tricking my mind into believing my imaginary world. As I raced to class along with the rest of the unbothered souls, I was relieved to see my teacher because I thought that she would be there to protect in case someone wasn’t nice to me. Right? As class began, I kept looking over my project that we had to submit that day. I put blood, sweat and tears mastering that project the night before, just so that the teacher and students would notice me for once. Finally, when the teacher called me up, I wiggled with excitement and attempted to see beyond the negative eyes gazing upon me. Expecting to hear encouraging words, I was surprised when she simply tore my project into pieces a...

           I BELIEVE I believe when a person gets something new, no matter the price or value, it will eventually get old and the person will want more When I was in about 4th grade, smartwatches were just getting released. I really wanted to try one so my parents got one. At first I was very happy but in about 2-3 months I started getting tired of it and begged for more. My parents were nice and got me another one for my birthday this time over $100. But like anything I eventually got tired of it and was wanting a new one. I have went through a lot of watches and smartwatches throughout my life and spent hundreds until I finally learned that no matter the price or product , people will eventually get used to it and not think it’s much anymore. This doesn’t only apply to watches, it could be a new car or even a new house, there are infinite things people could wa...

Understandment is key for special bonds. You don’t have to say your joking. You don’t have to explain why you feel sad. You don't have to worry about them making fun of you. A invisible, silent understanding that connects people deeper than words can. This bond is never broken. The day that allowed me to experience this bond starts when another normal day starts at my pre kindergarten school. Something in my gut was telling me something about this kid. I had no clue what it was I felt I should do. The next day I decided to say something to him. I casually asked “Do you want to be friends?” He looked confused and shrugged me off. On the next day I followed up with the same question “Do you want to be friends.” This time he said “Sure I guess so.” All the while neither of us knowing this would be the friendship of a lifetime. Today, me and Anthony are still great friends. Although we don't go to the same school nor district, we are able to hold onto our bond. This bond of u...

There is always something you can improve on so you should always be looking for the opportunity to get better. Furthermore, being an athlete means there is someone better than you, so that means you have to work that much harder. Me and my baseball team were traveling to Houston for a tournament, and were going in as the number one team, so we were favored to win it all. On the first day, which is for bracket games, we destroyed both teams, giving us the number one seed for Sunday. Obviously we were confident going into our first game, so confident we stayed up late the night before messing around at the hotel. Some people even showed up late to the game, not giving them enough time to warm up. We ended up losing big time because we were not prepared. Embarrassing. After the game our coaches could not even talk to us they were so disappointed. Looking back, we got so relaxed and comfortable at where we were, that we did not focus on what happened next. We still needed to be bette...