This is 14
Fourteen is great. Sure, you have homework, and school, and some responsibilities. But you can choose to do what you want. You have tons of time to be who you want, figure out what to do with your life. You make friends that stay with you your entire life, and share memories with people you may never forget. But we are put under tremendous pressure. Most of us know that if we don't do well in school, we won't be able to live the life we want to live. We have to choose what classes to take, what college we'd like to go to. We have to face the outside influences of drugs and alcohol. Our decisions directly affect what we do in later life.
Fourteen can be difficult. And with social media and the internet being there to affect our decisions, it is certainly not easy. There are lots of bad people doing bad things, and you need to learn how to avoid it.
Fourteen is being judged. The view that other ages have on us is not so great. They think that we are antisocial, technology dependent kids that are unaware of anything that is happening in the real world. The truth is, some kids are like that, but the wide majority is very socially oriented and completely aware of what is going on throughout the world.
Fourteen is being social. In fact, I think that our technology has made us more social by introducing us to more people and made us more aware of world news and other things through apps like Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. But these apps can also add to the pressure of being a teenager. The influence that large figures can have on people is great, and kids can be more susceptible to things like cyber bullying.
Fourteen is being made fun of. You could be ridiculed on how many likes or comments you get, or even how many followers you have. Just one more thing to be self conscious about.
Fourteen is worrying how popular you are or how many friends you have. A lot of people are very concerned about their social ranking, and get too upset when they realize some of their friends aren’t real friends and that some people just don’t like them. I try not to be bothered by things like this, as it is a waste of time and energy. I try to stick around my best friends as much as possible and not get concerned about my place in the social hierarchy of the school.
Fourteen is finding things you love to do. I think I’m lucky for finding a few sports and hobbies that I really love doing, and I know people that are lost because they don’t have anything to do in their free time.
Fourteen is starting high school. High school is very influential in your later life. Your grades dictate the college you get into, and what college you get into determines what type of job you get and how much money you make. You also have time to make friends and memories that you will never forget. At Mamaroneck you can partake in any sport or club you like, and it’s almost guaranteed that you will make friends with the people you spend a lot of time with.
Fourteen is cherishing the years before you lose them. You have so much time to do what you want, spend time with friends, and do the things you love doing. I plan on cherishing these years before they escape me, and making the most of what’s to come.
Encyclopedia of Me
Animals are some of the greatest tools of distraction. When I'm doing homework, I find myself watching YouTube videos of cute cats, dogs, and other animals. They can also be very supportive. When I used to feel sad, I used to go pet and play with my dog a little bit to take my mind off things.
Books are great if you really like them, and excruciating if you don't. Books that you choose, books that hook you into the story and don't let you go, are the best. But textbooks, required reads, and books that just aren't fun, are the worst. Time seems to go extremely slowly, and your mind is grasping to other things. You can't pay attention to the book itself, and find your mind wandering to other things. But for the most part, books are great.
Not as good as dogs.
Dogs are awesome. My entire life up until a year and a half ago, I had a black lab named Buddy. Him and I were best friends. He was right there when I was born, ready to have fun with the new living, breathing, human toy. I have pictures and videos as him as a puppy and me as a baby playing with his toys and him playing with me. As I got older, I went and played with him when I was sad, bored, or even just happy. He was truly a man’s best friend, as he was mine.
I live for fun. I live for the weekends and days off, where there are hockey and soccer games, where you can play video games for 6 hours straight. Fun is my drug. I'm addicted to it. When I am deprived of fun, I suffer withdrawals. I get angry, I get hostile, I get mean. I need fun to live.
The greatest sport on the face of the earth. It is ridiculously high paced, very high scoring, and very fun to play. Huge hits, bar-down snipes, and game winning goals are what all hockey fans, and especially me, live for. Scoring a game winning goal is one of the greatest feelings in the world. It's what I live for. Hitting somebody so hard they go flying. That's pretty great too. The exhilarating thrill of playing hockey is why it means so much to me.
My real name. I've never used this name very much, but it has some history. My great- grandfather was named Jacob. He moved here from Hungary during the turn of the century, and came through Ellis Island. When my family went to Ellis Island a couple of years ago, we looked up his name in their records. I don't really know much about him, but I know that he is my namesake.
I don't like it. I am extremely competitive, and I don't like losing at all. I am known for having a short temper during hockey or soccer games that I am losing, and I find it hard to contain myself in these situations.
My second favorite sport. The most popular sport around the world. The least popular sport among people who don't play it. You either love soccer or you hate it. I know a lot of people who love soccer, who spend almost all their free time playing soccer or watching soccer or playing soccer video games. I also know people who hate soccer. “Soccer is for babies”, they all say. They say that soccer is boring, that only people who are too scared to play “real sports” play soccer. But that doesn't hold me back from loving the sport the way it is.
BOOM! My teammate hit an opponent, elbows up and flying, and sent him flying into the boards. The ref had already blew the whistle to look at the kid who had been hit, but the opposing players were already flying in to “avenge” their teammate. They went after my teammate with fists raised and ready to hit. I knew I had to defend the kid, as he was smaller by a large margin than the kids that were going after him. But let's backtrack.
This is the beauty of hockey. This is why it's so great. The physicality, the fast paced nature of the sport is why I love it so much. But sometimes it gets to a point where it is too physical. It can be too fast paced. It can be too competitive. That's when bad things happen. When players start taking dirty hits, when the trash talking starts. That's when things get out of hand.
But back to the fight. But that might be the wrong word for that. It was a pushy shovey fight, where no one was injured and the conflict stopped after 30 seconds. But the escalation of it, the stretched truth, is what got me in trouble. As I skated to the penalty box, my coach started to yell at me. He told scolded me, but I honestly can't remember what he said exactly. I just skated to the penalty box and sat down, as I was supposed to. Nothing else interesting happened during the games, or for the next two days, but once I got back to school, that's when the trouble started.
I was sitting in my coach's classroom, eating lunch with him and my friend, as he wanted to discuss what had happened. He told me that I would get in trouble, but he told me that I would only get in trouble with the sports league and be suspended a few games. He told me that I probably wouldn't get in any trouble with the school, and that I most likely wouldn't be kicked off the team. But he was wrong.
At the end of the lunch period, I was called down to the assistant principal's office. As I walked in, I saw the assistant principal, which was expected, along with the athletic director, who had come from the high school to meet with me to discuss what had happened. At first I was very submissive, listening to them talk and nodding and saying “okay” as they told me that I would receive two days of in school suspension, and on top of that I would be suspended 4 games by the league. On top of that, the athletic director told me that my “fight” was the first time a fight had happened at a Mamaroneck sports event since 1992.
That's when I knew that there was a suspicious escalation of what had actually happened. I hadn't even started the fight, and I was defending my teammate and friend from being hurt. And the fight was mostly pushing and shoving, which I had seen a very similar example of a few weeks earlier at a varsity hockey game. That’s when I realized that I was going to be an example of what would happen if you acted up or got in trouble at a sports event. I would be the kid that messed up and got himself in a lot of trouble because of what he did on the ice. I made a stupid mistake, but I had no idea that it would come to this.
Looking back, I have very mixed feelings on what I should have done in that situation. One part of me says it’s justified, that my teammate would have gotten hurt if I hadn’t stepped in to defend him. But I also know that I could have kept my cool, I could have defended my teammate without hitting or punching anyone. I’ve learned a lot from what happened though. I learned that if I got into any more bad stuff playing hockey, there would be consequences. I knew that nothing good comes out of fights like that, and it wasn’t worth it. I haven’t gotten into a situation like that since, and I don’t ever plan on doing it again. I’ve been provoked to the point that I would want to do things like that, maybe even worse. But I’ve learned my lesson, and that is the best thing that could have possibly came out of this.
My artwork doesn’t have one direct influence that I could pinpoint. Some art has a certain influence, and some art has multiple complex influences. To be brutally honest, my main influence is my grade. I’d like not fail the class, and I don’t want to disappoint my teacher. I did, however, put a lot more effort into this piece than any of my pieces earlier in the year or at the hommocks. I am proud of this piece, and I hope to do more like it in the future.
I had a great time writing these pieces. I discovered a good amount of details about myself while writing the narrative essay. That was by far one of the most hectic experiences in my life, and I don't think I would want to go through that again. If I had said my mind entirely, I would probably end up suspended again, but I had fun conveying the experience.
My This is 14 piece reflects on what I think it is like being 14 years old. Being a teenager is a complex life. You don't have the stress of having to support yourself or your family, but you have to deal with school and social relationships. My piece describes what being 14 is to me.
My Encyclopedia of Me piece shows a few things that are very important to me. Animals and sports are a few examples, and it helped me to reveal what i think about certain things.
I very much loved writing this, and I hope you love reading it!