OH GOOD LORD IM DONEEEE
Nathalie Blair
10/16/05
LA Per. 3
Your Life As A Hero Cycle
I was on the computer, the light shone thought the cracks between my straw window shades. It was past the middle of summer, and at the point of time I was getting bored, and was ready for school. My mom yelled up the stairs to my room, “Nathalie! You got into Ballard!” I wasn’t too surprised, since my sister goes there, and I live only two blocks away from the school, but at the same time, I was relieved, since I knew that my friends who applied there got into it as well. I went into the hallway to get my schedule, then rushed back to my computer to see if any of my friends who got into Ballard were online. My friend, Andrea was, so I quickly instant messaged her, asking what her schedule was like compared to mine. After reading our classes out, I was disappointed, since we did not have any classes together, except lunch.
Although I felt eased knowing that I knew people at the school, and that there were more chances of making new friends compared to my middle school (since they only had about 200 people in it), I felt uneasy, since I’d have to put a big effort into talking to people, and being more outgoing. I also am very disorganized, so I would also have to try to get all my papers in on time, and I wasn’t used to that, since at my old school, you could turn in a paper and get full credit, but just have to go to “homework club”.
My parents and friends have a lot to do with how well I do in school. Not only do they urge me, but they help me with homework, and if I have things that need to be done. My mom helps me a lot, and does what she can to keep me in line with what I need to do to graduate, and my friends cheer me on along the way, and that give me courage and strength to believe that I can succeed in school, and life.
I know that my camera, my pencils, and my religion will help me graduate. I have, not to sound silly, but this special “bond” between all of them. My camera is needed for what I love to do, and for what I trust to keep me going in my dream of being a professional photographer. I mean, really, you cant even think of being one, when you don’t even have a camera! I may not use my planner a lot, but I know that if I use it more often, I will be able to do better in school, since I would be more organized, and know what is coming up in my classes. My religion is a big part of me. I’ve gone to church almost every Saturday until I was in 4th grade, and since I was in 7th grade, every Tuesday. To stop going to church now is absurd. I believe that going to church helps me with my grades, and gives me peace of mind.
In my mind, there is only one Monster. That is the Homework Monster. He lurks in my backpack, stalks me at school, and follows me everywhere. The thing is, he is always sitting on my shoulders. A huge, hideous, Homework Monster. His big jaws under his pointy, gold-coated teeth, looking like some rich rapper. His breath like a poison that makes you depressed every time he huffs on you. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes! Like red marbles, glaring down at you every time you mess up on an assignment. His pupils are not round. Instead, they are math problems! They change every day, and he makes you answer new ones. If you get the problems wrong, he eats a little chunk of your grades. But I’ve had enough of this! I’m ready to fight that monster. You see, his one weakness is achievement. After carefully plotting out a plan in about two minutes, since I just had a rare stroke of genius, I knew what I had to do.
The next day, I was in the hall, the Homework Monster was in front of me, ready to battle. He snarled, hissed, and I stood there, waiting for him to make a move. He dashed towards me, huffing and puffing all in front of me. Luckily, to not get depressed, I was wearing a gas mask! All of a sudden, the light became perfect upon his grotesque face. I rapidly pulled out my camera, and took a picture of him. He stopped, fell onto the ground, and huffed his last huff. I uploaded the picture on my computer, and there is was, a beautiful photo made of the ugliest creature out there.
Three years past, and I was ready for graduation. I have become more mature, and more organized. I have also improved on my photography skills, as well as my drawing skills. The world seems more alive, and it seems to me as if more doors of opportunity have been built and open over the past few years. Although I’m not though the woods yet. I still have to do well in school, and work just as hard, if not harder.
Because of these changes, people see me as more of a person you can have a serious talk to, but not too serious, because that would be plain boring. They see me as somebody that could actually do well in life, and get a good job. I now see the world as more fair. Before, it seemed like I couldn’t do anything from getting an actual job, to driving.
Now that I have graduated from Ballard, I have realized that my goals to be more outgoing and more organized that I had at the beginning of freshman year have been fulfilled as well as I can possibly do. I am now more organized by learning from my mistakes, and I am now more outgoing by meeting new friends and learning how to communicate better.
I am now going into Photography at the Art Institute of Seattle, and hoping to get a college degree. Although I have completed the challenges in highschool, doing poorly in college is out of the question!
10/16/05
LA Per. 3
Your Life As A Hero Cycle
I was on the computer, the light shone thought the cracks between my straw window shades. It was past the middle of summer, and at the point of time I was getting bored, and was ready for school. My mom yelled up the stairs to my room, “Nathalie! You got into Ballard!” I wasn’t too surprised, since my sister goes there, and I live only two blocks away from the school, but at the same time, I was relieved, since I knew that my friends who applied there got into it as well. I went into the hallway to get my schedule, then rushed back to my computer to see if any of my friends who got into Ballard were online. My friend, Andrea was, so I quickly instant messaged her, asking what her schedule was like compared to mine. After reading our classes out, I was disappointed, since we did not have any classes together, except lunch.
Although I felt eased knowing that I knew people at the school, and that there were more chances of making new friends compared to my middle school (since they only had about 200 people in it), I felt uneasy, since I’d have to put a big effort into talking to people, and being more outgoing. I also am very disorganized, so I would also have to try to get all my papers in on time, and I wasn’t used to that, since at my old school, you could turn in a paper and get full credit, but just have to go to “homework club”.
My parents and friends have a lot to do with how well I do in school. Not only do they urge me, but they help me with homework, and if I have things that need to be done. My mom helps me a lot, and does what she can to keep me in line with what I need to do to graduate, and my friends cheer me on along the way, and that give me courage and strength to believe that I can succeed in school, and life.
I know that my camera, my pencils, and my religion will help me graduate. I have, not to sound silly, but this special “bond” between all of them. My camera is needed for what I love to do, and for what I trust to keep me going in my dream of being a professional photographer. I mean, really, you cant even think of being one, when you don’t even have a camera! I may not use my planner a lot, but I know that if I use it more often, I will be able to do better in school, since I would be more organized, and know what is coming up in my classes. My religion is a big part of me. I’ve gone to church almost every Saturday until I was in 4th grade, and since I was in 7th grade, every Tuesday. To stop going to church now is absurd. I believe that going to church helps me with my grades, and gives me peace of mind.
In my mind, there is only one Monster. That is the Homework Monster. He lurks in my backpack, stalks me at school, and follows me everywhere. The thing is, he is always sitting on my shoulders. A huge, hideous, Homework Monster. His big jaws under his pointy, gold-coated teeth, looking like some rich rapper. His breath like a poison that makes you depressed every time he huffs on you. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes! Like red marbles, glaring down at you every time you mess up on an assignment. His pupils are not round. Instead, they are math problems! They change every day, and he makes you answer new ones. If you get the problems wrong, he eats a little chunk of your grades. But I’ve had enough of this! I’m ready to fight that monster. You see, his one weakness is achievement. After carefully plotting out a plan in about two minutes, since I just had a rare stroke of genius, I knew what I had to do.
The next day, I was in the hall, the Homework Monster was in front of me, ready to battle. He snarled, hissed, and I stood there, waiting for him to make a move. He dashed towards me, huffing and puffing all in front of me. Luckily, to not get depressed, I was wearing a gas mask! All of a sudden, the light became perfect upon his grotesque face. I rapidly pulled out my camera, and took a picture of him. He stopped, fell onto the ground, and huffed his last huff. I uploaded the picture on my computer, and there is was, a beautiful photo made of the ugliest creature out there.
Three years past, and I was ready for graduation. I have become more mature, and more organized. I have also improved on my photography skills, as well as my drawing skills. The world seems more alive, and it seems to me as if more doors of opportunity have been built and open over the past few years. Although I’m not though the woods yet. I still have to do well in school, and work just as hard, if not harder.
Because of these changes, people see me as more of a person you can have a serious talk to, but not too serious, because that would be plain boring. They see me as somebody that could actually do well in life, and get a good job. I now see the world as more fair. Before, it seemed like I couldn’t do anything from getting an actual job, to driving.
Now that I have graduated from Ballard, I have realized that my goals to be more outgoing and more organized that I had at the beginning of freshman year have been fulfilled as well as I can possibly do. I am now more organized by learning from my mistakes, and I am now more outgoing by meeting new friends and learning how to communicate better.
I am now going into Photography at the Art Institute of Seattle, and hoping to get a college degree. Although I have completed the challenges in highschool, doing poorly in college is out of the question!