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 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
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
The End of the Night? We had walked all the way to the end of the street and back, yet we had gotten barely any sweets at all. Many doors we knocked on for trick-or-treating had given us no answer at all. This was not our neighborhood, but in fact our grandparents neighborhood. Most of … Continue reading Emily L.: Memoir
Biking I hear the oncoming car. There was no way for me to communicate with the car to stop since it was on the other side of the sharp turn. The engine was roaring. My heart was pounding. While biking up the hill, my muscles were burning. I swerve to the side, almost hitting … Continue reading John Loo’s Memoir: Biking
Julia Boffa Mr. Jockers ILA/ Period 1 Feb. 10, 2017 Rapidly Moving Forward We tossed and turned through the rapid; I gripped my paddle with white knuckles. We paddled frantically, though I’m not sure that it really did anything. Up ahead, I could see a large rapid approaching. I started to panic. My … Continue reading Julia’s Memoir
Every time my family went to go visit my grandparents, the same thing would happen. We would walk up to the clear, glass door, where my grandfather would be standing, waiting to open it for us. He would never really say anything, just hug me and try to subtly slip me two dollars. I never … Continue reading Emily W.’s Memoir
Olivia Parcells Mr. Jockers Period 8 ILA Feb.10, 2017 Hailey “I really like this one in the front!” I found the perfect one! It was a cold winter day 3 months after my 6th birthday. The only thing I wanted was a cat. “Are you ready?” my dad asked. “Yup,” I said with excitement, already … Continue reading Olivia’s Memoir: Hailey
Kayleigh Riccio Mr.Jockers Period 8 Feb. 10, 2017 One Gift, One Christmas, One Smile Sitting in the classroom watching these little kids made me want to cry. Literally. As I watched them learn and do activities, it made me think about how it’s been almost seven years since I’ve been in first grade and how … Continue reading Memoir Kayleigh Riccio
(Santa) Claustrophobic Christmas by Sydney Rodriguez Every Christmas Eve, my entire family-my fourteen cousins and my nine aunts and uncles, along with their spouses-head toward my grandparent’s cramped apartment in Bridgeport, Connecticut, all from various distances throughout Connecticut. Immediately upon entering, the familiar sizzling sounds of dinner and the decadent aromas wafting in the … Continue reading Sydney R.’s Memoir
Deep Waters It was silent in my Grandparent’s house. But this peaceful silence was disrupted, as soon as I heard screams. I looked outside and saw Anna and Sophia submerged underwater, screaming, and gasping for air. I did not know what to do. I froze. Earlier that day, I woke up, walked … Continue reading Isabel L. Memoir
Meghan Ogrinz Mr. Jockers Period 1 ILA Feb. 10, 2017 When Patients Lose Patience The thick, wooden door swung open, allowing a cold gust of wind to sweep through our small, Nordic hotel room. My dad practically fell into the room, stumbling. “Get up! Put on your coats and gloves and snow boots!” … Continue reading When Patients Lose Patience: Meghan O.: Memoir
Chloe Rozendaal Mr. Jockers ILA/ P.5 2/10/2017 Causing Trouble ”Come on Chloe, just try it”, my Aunt coaxed. My stomach lurched at the thought of that disgusting thing entering my body. I looked down at my plate where the piece of octopus laid, then out of the window of the restaurant that overlooked a … Continue reading Chloe R.: Memoir
The Flame The ball headed for the fireplace. The peril on TJ’s face was building. He ran to get his shoes. “Oh my gosh,” TJ murmured. Jack quickly retrieved his shoes as well. The sphere was hurling towards its target in slow motion. I waited to see what would happen. My parents were … Continue reading The Flame: By Max B.
I have never seen Connor cry before, and seeing it now really makes me wonder why I always thought he hated me. I always saw him as an annoying older brother, but I was clearly wrong. – – – I was 6 or 7 years old at a church school picnic with my … Continue reading Memoir: The Church Party
I recently finished reading a 392 page book called “I Will Always Write Back”. The book was published on April 8, 2015. This touching novel is an autobiography/memoir by Caitlin Alifirenka & Martin Ganda, with Liz Welch, an award winning journalist and memoirist; her stories have appeared in the New York Times, Vogue, Life, and … Continue reading Jenna’s Letter Essay #8; I Will Always Write Back
I could hear the muffled cries, i was walking around dizzy holding my aching head a bit confused on what just happened. All i could see was the night mist in the air. I turned slowly to ensure i wouldn’t fall. As i neared the end of my turn i could see one of my … Continue reading I Don’t Even Golf
Catch, Kick, Punt “BREAKDOWN” “HIT!” Coach Simmons exclaimed as we quick stepped then sprawled on the ground and quickly rose back to our feet on a varying scale of … Continue reading Catch, Kick, Punt