Personal Essay : The Last Week Of August Remembers

I wanted to be there, even though it was quite a trip. The traffic was dreadful especially on this holiday weekend. The minute I got your letter, I had the courage to risk it all. What matters now is you’re back and my heart starts beating again. I’ve reached the hill finally. There was a chill in the air. The only sounds were bugs thrumming in the grasses above and birds chirping even higher up. And there you were, looking as if we didn’t part. There was no hesitation, we linked arms with each other. No urging needed, we kissed and

Spielberg usage of documentary footage for One Day in September in the opening moments provides us with archive footage from the news reporters; reporting the kidnapping of eleven Israeli men being held hostage by Palestinian terrorists. The News shows footage of the first rescue on live television, being called off. Then shows the hostage and terrorists being transport to the airport by bus. The explosion at the airport, the news coverage reporting that all the hostages are fine and the terrorist are all dead. There is another news coverage-reporting saying that “Our worst fear is realized tonight; reporting of the eleven hostages, two were killed in their room’s yesterday morning, and nine were killed at the airport tonight. They are all

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

What I did this summer. That`s a good question to be honest, I did a lot of things that were considered fun for me, like shopping, hanging out with my family, hanging out with my friends, going to the beach, the water park and much more. But I will only break it down to two or three of my favorite things I did this Summer, so stick around to see what my favorite things about this Summer were.

It was a spring day during the month of April in the small state of Vermont. The trees swayed in the slight breeze and all you could see for miles was clouds. The past month had been very sunny and hot, so this cold and cloudy day seemed quite mysterious and unusual. Clouds were moving, if at all, very slowly. It is about mid afternoon at the Lewis’ house. In the Lewis family there was the mother and father, Kara and Robert, and their eight year old twins Daniel and Caroline. The twins were very different in personality, but there was a reason for that. Daniel had a mental disorder that made him have a learning disorder and major mood swings, bipolar. He was homeschooled because of his needs, but Caroline was sent to an all-girls school. The

Living year round in a seasonal, tourist town has its perks. And its pains. It’s starting to get Cliff pissed off.

July, I've decided is for forgetting already half over we could say that something is missing, sometimes something as endless as time has been wasted but instead, I hold a broken wrist watch let the tick-tocking of my memories fade to white noise there's nothing I want more than to be a clean slate, and what the rain cannot wash away I will not hold onto I will wait for a stronger storm to come, because July is for forgetting and I have so much time to let go

When I was about 12 or anytime before then I didn’t really understand death. Like any little kid I just went through everyday thinking that no matter what tomorrow was guaranteed. I didn’t realize or even think that one day I would never be able to talk to, see, and enjoy somebody. However, one day changed all of this perspective. This day was October 22, 2012. I will never forget this day.

The day is September 7th 2015, Labor Day. I sit at Bleeker Street, which is part of Loyola’s main food Court at the Damen Student Center. The time is 12:00pm, and there are many people milling about returning from the long weekend. There are many students, parents, kids, etc. walking around. People are buying food, doing homework, and chatting with each other. I sit on my laptop at one of Bleeker Street’s metal tables with my back against the wall so no one can see my laptop. I have in my earbuds with nothing playing to throw off suspicion of listening. I also have open my psychology book and occasionally turn a page to make it seem as I am reading.

The music is soft as we dance the time away. Dance the pain away. Dance all of the outside world away. He becomes me, as I become him. Our faces seem to become more beautiful, or least his face does. he tells me that my face does the same, I don't quite know whether or not I should quite believe him. I want to, I will learn to make myself believe him. He's done me no wrong so far.

The sky was dark and sad that day, but even with a climate that gloomy it was a happy afternoon. Mom and dad made plans to go shopping for new clothes. We were in the U.S.A. and I was five, so I really didn’t have a choice to decide whether to go or not to where they were going shopping. The good thing was that my dad’s friend, Jacky, who was taking us to Walmart, promised me there were a lot of toys I could see, and compromised that if I liked one a lot she would buy it for me. It was the best feeling I had experienced in my small life.

I've been wanting to reach out to you, things have been pretty busy around here, lately, with school and athletics. I just recently took my AP European History Exam last Friday, I thought it went well. Now we are coming into the final stretch for my other subjects and my final exams will be in the first weeks of June. In terms of athletics we are getting into our competition season now, I have run a 4:40 mile and this qualified me to run at Sectionals in two weeks. After this meet I have an opportunity to run at State-Qualifiers as well. Also, my life-guarding season is about to begin, I work at the Bedford Golf and Tennis Club with a couple friends and it is a fun way to be outside in the summer. Memorial Day weekend is the first day of the

Some of you know of my losses over the last year of so. This post is about miracles. I believe God performs them everyday. If we just stop and pay attention we may see some He has done in our own lives and those we love. In 2001 I was pregnant. It was a seemingly ordinary day. My family and I decided to go our for dinner. When we arrived at JJ North 's, I being pregnant needed to use the ladies room. After I went in to do my business, I discovered I was bleeding. This horrified me. You see I had suffered several miscarriages, and a tubal pregnancy at the point so being pregnant and carrying was a blessing. I hurried out to find my family and tell them what was happening. I 'm was frightened that 'it ' was happening again. I held back my tears as i spoke those words, " I 'm bleeding!" Quickly we left and sped all the way to John Muir Medical Center in Walnut Creek, CA. once arriving they took me straight back into the E.R. I was doing everything I could to just breathe and hope I would not lose my baby. Not again I prayed to God. So many tests were performed from blood to ultrasounds. As I layed there I just felt raw and frozen. I had to hold on to hoping. A doctor, MIles Congress came into the room to speak with me. I knew that look, One of despair and hesitation. As He began to speak, and I heard him say those words, "I 'm sorry!" He began to tell me that I lost my baby and they needed to perform a D. and C. on me. That means they were asking me to allow them to

I can’t clearly visualize what I did during school on that day. It feels as if the memory starts while I was snug in bed at home after getting home. I barely remember the time it was. I’m sure I could search back in my photos on my computer I used at the time to obtain a solid idea. It seems that the whole event happened within two minutes. The sky unchanging, no wind, no sounds. The heavy, gray clouds halted in their positions in the heavens to watch the whole ordeal. I hope to never forget what it was like. I want to keep the worst memory of my whole life saved under the file of traumatic events somewhere deep inside my brain. It’s so simple for me to talk about loss. Never to my family members. I love to talk about it then shake it off when they ask if I’m alright.

I remember it like it was yesterday, maybe because it was yesterday. No, I’m just kidding. It was more like this summer. Not this coming summer but the last summer. And not the summer of the year 2016, but the one from this year, 2017.