By the way, have you heard of the sport Baseball
I have watched every single one of my brother's baseball games. I missed parties, play-dates, and concerts to watch my brother play baseball. Some of the games weren’t even important, I just loved watching him play. I watched my brother win a State Championship as a Senior. He had 4 RBI’s and got the last out of the game. Anthony won the MVP and got to keep the game ball. My brother is now playing baseball at Wagner College in Staten Island. I am so proud to be known as his sister and what is becoming today.
My brother has gone to some place called, college also known as prison. It is apparently a place where my brother is captured and I can’t see him. I hope he breaks out and comes to visit me soon.
Christmas morning in a paragraph
I love waking up as a 14-year-old and jumping on to my parent's bed. As we run down the stairs to see what Santa has left us this year. . The smell of Santa's Cookies still fill the kitchen air, while you open up your presents. I love the satisfaction of opening a present and hearing the wrapping paper rip while my family and I sit under our Christmas Tree.
Fifteen years young
I'm so excited to pronounce that on March 14th, of 2017 at approximately 3 pm I will turn 15 years young. I don't like looking at the negative perspective in life, I am not a half empty kind of girl. I love looking forward to the great family gatherings and the great times I get to spend with my family. Fifteen is going to be different because I am one year older and one year smarter. Being a freshman is hard enough and with one year older, it takes a load off my shoulders.
Home away from Home
My home away from home is my Dad's Restaurant. I love visiting my Dad at the restaurant and watch him make pizza and cook in the kitchen. He taught me how to cook and bake in his restaurant. I'm happy that we can share this experience together, especially with my role model.
Just checking, what was the joke?
Funny words that sometimes don’t make sense, but it sounds odd, especially in a weird alien voice.
Long Island or long vacation times
During the Summer, I like to spend my time at the Jersey Shore for two weeks. Our little town is full of friends and family, and everyone knows everybody. There are houses built along the beach waiting for the next victim to buy. In particular, our house is a block from the beach and two blocks away from my favorite bakery, Susan's. Every morning my family and I walk down the beach to visit. I have a bagel with cream cheese, and my mom and dad have two eggs with bacon on the side. My brother gets the large stack of pancakes with a glass of milk. After we all head to the beach, to soak in the sun rays and swim in the water. Its time for a family get together; when everyone goes over to our house, while both of my parents cook an entire meal for all of our neighbors.
Pecoras rule the world
The one thing in life that means the most to me. Nothing is more important than family.
Squad rolling up
Friends come and go, some longer than others, but they are important to have.
Watermelon or Water Melon
Watermelon sour patch kids are my favorite candy in the world. There is no room in watermelon because I already ate it.
An open ended question:
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” says, my Grandpa as were driving back to my house. I don’t answer. This question always stumps me, and I never know what to respond. I want to be things and go places, but I'm not sure if I will enjoy the job or regret my decision for my entire life. I honestly want to be a doctor or lawyer or even a job that interacts with kids. I am mostly worried about choosing the wrong career and being stuck with it for the rest of my life. I finally answer, “I don't know.” My grandpa pulls over the car. He tells me, “That the future is everything and school right now is leading up to it.” He adds, “You need to make a decision, and you need to make it now, before you start working at the circus. A career is everything and the rest of your life and no matter how much money you're paid, you need to enjoy your future and not pray for it to be over.” I didn't understand it, but I nodded anyway. The next day he picks me up from school and asks me again, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I still had no answer. He says, “I'll show you what life will be like when you don’t work hard and take the time that you have now for granted.” Months and days went by where I still didn't understand.
Every November, my family goes away to the Bahamas to celebrate Thanksgiving. Once we finally landed the plane, I hear my grandpa whisper, “it's time” we get in the car to drive to the resort, but I fell asleep, so my grandpa had to wait until we left to prove his point. The resort was fantastic. Large Buildings next to water slides moving from one end of the resort to the other. Their were sharks were swimming down stream in a tube ride. Overall the week was great and so was Thanksgiving. I enjoyed so many things like their diverse foods. I tried anything I can get my hands on because their food blasted with power just like my family and I blasted off all the watersides. My family and I rode “The Leap of Faith.” It’s a waterslide that goes through a shark tank in about 25 seconds. We also went on a zip line from tops of trees to the bottom of a lake. To end the week of right we went snorkeling making the vacation a 10 out of 10. Finally but unfortunately it was time to go home. I start to pack my bag and get in the car. My grandpa was about to have his moment, but I start to doze off, so he nudges me. I open my eyes to the real world.
That day, my Grandpa taught me that I only saw Bahamas through one perspective, The beautiful beach, dinners and water slides. The real people living there weren't living up to those expectations. Some houses had a missing wall while others had shattered windows. There was only one bank in the town and they even had a building that was a library and museum in one. There was one road, and if you were in a rush, you better leave 2 hours before or else your be late to that occasion. It was a rough life, that can't be explained. There were just so many tragedies that wasn't your typical Larchmont house. The worst part is the people living there didn't know any better. They thought they were lucky if they didn't have a broken window. Now knowing what my Grandpa has taught me I am going to use this vivid experience in my future.
My grandpa showed me how lucky I had it. How can I go into an incredible resort and not know what the outside of it looks like? So my Grandpa asks me one more time, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” and this time I answer. “A pediatrician” I have realized that it is important to have an idea of what your future is going to be like. For my Grandpa, he's happy that I have learned his lesson and that the job I picked “suited” me. I also learned that you have to look at the bigger picture. If I fell asleep again, I would have always thought that the resort is that same as the rest of the island. Finally, I learned that keep your eyes wide open because you need to be thankful for what you have and you have to choose a job now before life passes by. The want to be a Pediatrician is because I want to help the world and I want to prove to everyone that I will be meaningful in life, but to especially make my Grandpa proud to have a granddaughter like me.
Writing isn't easy. It's like climbing a mountain it's the most painful experience of your life, but once you get to the top, it's the most beautiful view. You realize that all that hard work you put in came together. Hours and hours of writing and editing and restarting because you don't think it's good enough, finally comes together. In reality, no piece will be good enough; there is always room for improvement. Throughout the year, I have written five pieces, the next piece better than the next. Learning each day, it's not going to get easy. I have learning more and more about myself every day. After rereading and revising I have learned the language I speak, and I am becoming familiarizing with my writhing making it easier to write. I feel that all the pieces have a bit of me in it, each and everyone of them.
In my final piece What is hope? I learned that I am really good at poems and learned that I have faith in things, I didn't even know existed. After all of these years, it kept me going, that I'm going to be something one day that will succeed in the future. I'm very proud to be who I am. Even the little things that seem impossible can be possible with a mix of hope and dreams. In my piece, I kept referring it to as fire. It lights the way and the pathway that be dark and bumpy. It picks you back up when you're feeling the worst. Sometimes you have so much hope that you can be standing there with nothing left inside you, but hope fills that room of darkness. Hope truly is “...the want and the fire in a cold and dark tunnel that lights the way you admire.” I am most proud of this line because I think it captures the feeling of hope well. One of the greatest feelings a kid, student, adult or teacher, could ever have.