Get What You Get
How many times have you looked at someone you know or even a stranger and thought, “I want what they have.”? How many times have you wished things were different and compared your situation to someone else’s? The answer for most people is more than they can remember. I have personally done this too much for my liking and it wasn’t until I was about fifteen that I realized that it was not doing me any good to wish for what others around me had. This is my story of how I spent my childhood focusing on wanting others’ lives and how I learned that nothing is as it appears.
When I was little I had a friend, who was my first crush (shhh), named Isaac. He was eleven when I first met him, when I moved into my house in Tennessee, and I was ten. We lived in a neighborhood that was just the right size, really nice, filled with kids, and safe. Isaac was very energetic and happy and he loved his skateboard and his dog a lot. I remember Isaac use to ride around the whole neighborhood and hang out with a bunch of different kids. I was jealous because my parents would get mad if I went too far up our street and I wanted to be like Isaac and go wherever I wanted to in the neighborhood. I always thought that he was so happy because he had parents that let him have fun and do what he wanted and be friends with who he wanted. At the time
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You don’t know the half of what any one person goes through. Yes I know that looking at people it appears they have the best life ever but if you could just look passed that I’m sure you would find some flaws that would make you change your mind. In life you get what you get and it is your choice to use that to gain everything else you want or stay with what you have looking out on others wishing for what they’ve got. Anyone can amount to anything they want to be if they just put forth the effort and use their desires to push them to
Ever since we were born, we were told about how we were going to live our lives and what we were going to do with it. We all go through different experiences and problems, and we all see the “good life” in different ways. Everyone’s life
Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.
I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.
Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
If you would have told me twenty years ago that I would be where I am today I would have probably laughed at you. Growing up I never wanted for nothing and I had everything a little girl like me could possibly want. My parents ran a lake and a small local bait shop. For sixteen years we ran this little lake and I had it all. I had over eighty acres to play on, five different playgrounds with different equipment at every one of them, fishing, plenty of kids to play with during the summer time, a golf cart that I learned how to drive, free soda pop and the promise of a five course breakfast every weekend from some of our campers, I had a dad that I idolized, a mom who tried to teach me the important lessons in life, a sister to drive crazy, and a brother whom I got to see once in a while. I had it all when I was growing up and some of my class mates would make fun of me for being big, for being in a lower class, or simply because I was different. On the worst of days I would seek refuge in a little hidden world. The pine trees canopied over a certain spot and make different patterns across your skin. I would lay there for hours until Mama called for supper and watch as the bugs made a home and sometimes a squirrel would skitter around me in a hurry to get home to his family. The wind would blow through the trees and the sweet perfume would fill the air. Sometimes I would lay there until the tears would dry on my face and other times I would doze off until the sun started to
Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.
I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.
It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.
It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine
When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.
Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.
Throughout my childhood I was a fun, loving, and adventurous child that didn’t like the word no. I stood up for what I believed in and didn’t back down when I was told to. However I was surrounded by love and people that would give up anything for my happiness. As a child sometimes happiness is directed to having a dog, candy, and staying up late watching movies. After looking back for all that my parents gave me like a place to call home, endless love, and my dog best friend Sadie I would have to say I fortunate to have everything that I had.
All my life I’ve been told that college was a place that I would meet some of my best friends and possibly my significant other. Although I have made a few friends and acquaintances, I have not been as social as I would have hoped. My experience during my first few months at college have not been as good as I would have hoped but not horrible either.
There something very odd about today. I don’t know whether it’s to do with the heat, my bank balance, the future or working tomorrow, but there is something funny about today. It’s as if I should be still in bed or looking at the four walls in the living room waiting for gloom to appear like some genie from a bottle with heaps of bad news. Then I realize that it is Monday and for the past 5 weeks I have been working on a Monday and since that I ‘m not working today, that’s probably why today seems strange, empty and clammy.
I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.