Sam Wizda Mr. Jockers LA per 6 2/1/18 Me and My Fear of Trees: The Root of All Evil There was a soft breeze blowing against the trees and the warm sun was scorching the back of my neck. If I had known what would happen only an hour from now… I would’ve … Continue reading Me and My Fear of Trees: The Root of All Evil
Adam Bauks Jockers ILA 1-31-18 Surviving the Ocean of Fear The blazing hot sun blistered my skin. The burning sand scorched the bottoms of my feet as it ran between my toes. The sound of waves crashing sent chills down my spine. The smell of salt filled my nostrils with a bitter sweet … Continue reading Surviving the Ocean of Fear
Running On Ice He fell to the ground with a thud. I was still speeding up behind him when I couldn’t stop. My feet wouldn’t work. I closed my eyes as I got closer to him, only seconds after I saw him fall. My skates went right toward his face. . . This morning … Continue reading Running On Ice
October 19, 2010: 6 years old “Race you to the candy shop!” she yelled and burst into a sprint, shopping bags from American Girl Doll in hand. Our moms shouted from behind us to slow down but we weren’t listening, and soon their voices were swallowed by the noise of traffic in New York City. … Continue reading Party of 1 – Allie Schuldt
I gazed down the mountain and all I saw was white. Pure white. This is when the nerves really started to kick in. Knees buckling, voice shaking. I was ready. I Think. It was around January and there was a lot of snow on the ground, making good conditions for skiing. I was on … Continue reading Falling for Skiing
It was a musty and hot afternoon. All I could hear was chatting and yelling accompanied by a nice breeze. Yet the heat was overpowering the breeze. I was at the annual Ice Breaker Tournament! It was only my fourth or fifth tournament that I’ve ever played in. It was about the second tournament … Continue reading Will Make It?: Keely’s Memoir
The Nurses, the Inmate, and the Injured The big day came around quickly. Anticipation and nerves jumble together inside my stomach as if a washing machine on high. Trouble words seep through my brain down to my throat pushing their way out of my mouth. What if? But what if this happens? Shoving them … Continue reading Isabel Prentice ~ The Nurses, the Inmate, and the Injured
I never knew that I’d ever end up here. I wonder what had made me choose to come up here in the first place. I was five hundred feet above the ground, the only things holding me up were a strong metal wire and my harness. The sun burned the back of my neck as … Continue reading Fledgling
The blue floating shape above me. It floats, still and lifeless with only a little movement from the push of the water. I need to get there, I need to get to safety. My legs! Kick, Move, DO SOMETHING! I was in second grade, I think. It was either a Sunday or a Saturday and … Continue reading The Floating Silhouette
The secret It was a Wednesday around 2 o’clock and my grandpa used to come and stay with my sister and me. … Continue reading The secret
I was splayed across the soft, icy snow. All I could see was the unwavering sky above me. My legs were both twisted at uncomfortable angles and my head thrummed lightly. I was lost in a state of calm panic. I need to get up. I can’t stay here. But I wish I could. … Continue reading Calm Panic
Asher Hafen Mr.Jockers Period 2 1/28/18 – 2/2/18 Riding Fear As a child, I had never know what dread actually was, not till I saw the wooden tower, at least. All I wanted was to fit in but instead all I remember is fear, cold and harsh, and falling, dropping hundreds of feet… It’s weird … Continue reading Asher Hafen Memoir
A Small Duck In A Big Pool One Day Earlier: “Yes,” I said. “This is going to be great! We will win for sure.” In the 3 years I had been doing this, I had never seen the cards so lined up toward us. We were practically handed a win! “I know!” Bridget … Continue reading A Small Duck In A Big Pool By: Marissa S.
I woke up with a jolt. It happened again. I had a bad dream. But, it was okay. I was awake. I slowly climbed out of bed, and crept downstairs. The sooner I did my homework, the quicker I could relax. As I was about to begin my math, I heard the floor creak throughout … Continue reading A Not So Bright Summer
Name: Rita Porcarelli Teacher: Mr. Jockers Class: ILA Period 3 Date: 1/30/18 The Scariest Ride at Six Flags It was a warm and sunny summer morning at Six Flags New England. The park was full of people that were ready to start an amazing day of screams and thrilling rides. As soon as Jessica … Continue reading Memoir – The Scariest Ride at Six Flags – Rita Porcarelli
The boy with the long blonde hair who had flashed a knife before my friend’s face a few days before was following me home again. Last time, he’d embarrassed me in front of a girl I liked and insulted my sister. In response, I ran home. Now, my heart quickened. I was still two blocks … Continue reading A Butterfly and a Rabbit in the Spring of ’86