hmm i guess i felt like puttin it here?
Jonathan Hall
H/Shakespeare 5
College Essay
When I was younger, around the age of four, the firm that my father worked for transferred him down to Chattanooga Tennessee. When we began to pack to relocate from Fairfield to this ‘new land’ I didn’t understand or even think that my life would be different because I was moving, but without a doubt it definitely was.
While I lived in the capital of Tennessee something happened to me that all people experience one time or another in their life, I found a friend. His name was Gerard Fraizer but I just called him Ger. As time progressed, just in those three short years, we became best friends. For all of my life I have been a little reticent, but when I got around Ger it was as though I was ‘free’ to have fun and get a little wild. We did everything together. We did all the things kids do when they’re young to enjoy themselves, we even learned how to ride our first bikes together without training wheels and all of the other aids. After scraping up our bodies we finally stood successful in the end as we always did. But, as a wise man once said, All good things must come to an end. My father was soon transferred back to Connecticut so we soon left good ol’ Chattanooga Tennesaayyy just the way we came, and of course I to say goodbye to Ger.
Leaving Tennessee was hard, but I got through it. In a short time I had forgotten everything about it, well except for my best friend. Once a week we were able to call each other to say hi and to hear about all of the things that happened during the week. But, little did I know that’s this Friday night tradition was going to end and that this particular Friday was going to be the last time I ever talked to Ger. When I talked to him this time he told me that he was going to into the country to do his favorite thing, which was hunting, but hearing this didn’t surprise me because he did it all the time. So after the thirty minutes we both hung up the phone and as usual returning back to our everyday lives. Then I remember, I was nine and the calendar read February 9th, the phone rang and my mother answered. After she was done she started for my room, I can still hear her in my mind coming up the stairs to tell me that my best friend Ger had been mistaken for an animal while hunting and was shot in the lower back and bled to death. When it entered my mind what had happened, I rose to my feet and went and sat in the bathtub, emotionally dead, even tearless, all night. All I could think of was that my other half was now fully taken from me and now I stood alone, and the bright world I once saw became dreary to my eyes. And, then I began to think, if one half died, shouldn’t the other go with him?
When I turned twelve I went to Virginia Beach to visit one of my aunts. While I was there something very bizarre happened. My older cousin had a few friends over his house and there was a blond kid there they called Fraizer and immediately I remembered Ger, but of course I thought it was a coincidence. So as the say went on I thought more and more and then I finally asked Fraizer casually if he knew someone named Gerard. To my surprise he says yes, but it seemed as though he was reluctant to give his answer. Then another said that they were cousins but he had died a few years ago. Only after a few second the tears that had escaped me when I heard Ger died now filled my eyes and I began to choke on my heart. Then I had to began to tell Bryce Fraizer that I knew Ger and we were best friends and he told me that Ger was his second cousin and he had just moved from Chattanooga to Virginia Beach. After I found out that Bryce was related to my deceased friend we immediately became friends similar to the way Ger and I had been when we first met.
When I came back to Connecticut, Bryce and I still stayed in touch. We talked on the phone and online and once he even came and visited me on his way to look at Boston College. And every summer my parents and I went to Virginia Beach to visit family and I had to go see Bryce. Sometimes I was around him more then my blood relatives because to me, since he was four years older then me, he turned out to be the older brother I never had. We used to go the movies, drive around, and a few times he let me practice driving.
I learned so much from this whole odd chain of events. One, that you must appreciate something or someone while they are in your life and second, that all things do indeed work together in the end.
H/Shakespeare 5
College Essay
When I was younger, around the age of four, the firm that my father worked for transferred him down to Chattanooga Tennessee. When we began to pack to relocate from Fairfield to this ‘new land’ I didn’t understand or even think that my life would be different because I was moving, but without a doubt it definitely was.
While I lived in the capital of Tennessee something happened to me that all people experience one time or another in their life, I found a friend. His name was Gerard Fraizer but I just called him Ger. As time progressed, just in those three short years, we became best friends. For all of my life I have been a little reticent, but when I got around Ger it was as though I was ‘free’ to have fun and get a little wild. We did everything together. We did all the things kids do when they’re young to enjoy themselves, we even learned how to ride our first bikes together without training wheels and all of the other aids. After scraping up our bodies we finally stood successful in the end as we always did. But, as a wise man once said, All good things must come to an end. My father was soon transferred back to Connecticut so we soon left good ol’ Chattanooga Tennesaayyy just the way we came, and of course I to say goodbye to Ger.
Leaving Tennessee was hard, but I got through it. In a short time I had forgotten everything about it, well except for my best friend. Once a week we were able to call each other to say hi and to hear about all of the things that happened during the week. But, little did I know that’s this Friday night tradition was going to end and that this particular Friday was going to be the last time I ever talked to Ger. When I talked to him this time he told me that he was going to into the country to do his favorite thing, which was hunting, but hearing this didn’t surprise me because he did it all the time. So after the thirty minutes we both hung up the phone and as usual returning back to our everyday lives. Then I remember, I was nine and the calendar read February 9th, the phone rang and my mother answered. After she was done she started for my room, I can still hear her in my mind coming up the stairs to tell me that my best friend Ger had been mistaken for an animal while hunting and was shot in the lower back and bled to death. When it entered my mind what had happened, I rose to my feet and went and sat in the bathtub, emotionally dead, even tearless, all night. All I could think of was that my other half was now fully taken from me and now I stood alone, and the bright world I once saw became dreary to my eyes. And, then I began to think, if one half died, shouldn’t the other go with him?
When I turned twelve I went to Virginia Beach to visit one of my aunts. While I was there something very bizarre happened. My older cousin had a few friends over his house and there was a blond kid there they called Fraizer and immediately I remembered Ger, but of course I thought it was a coincidence. So as the say went on I thought more and more and then I finally asked Fraizer casually if he knew someone named Gerard. To my surprise he says yes, but it seemed as though he was reluctant to give his answer. Then another said that they were cousins but he had died a few years ago. Only after a few second the tears that had escaped me when I heard Ger died now filled my eyes and I began to choke on my heart. Then I had to began to tell Bryce Fraizer that I knew Ger and we were best friends and he told me that Ger was his second cousin and he had just moved from Chattanooga to Virginia Beach. After I found out that Bryce was related to my deceased friend we immediately became friends similar to the way Ger and I had been when we first met.
When I came back to Connecticut, Bryce and I still stayed in touch. We talked on the phone and online and once he even came and visited me on his way to look at Boston College. And every summer my parents and I went to Virginia Beach to visit family and I had to go see Bryce. Sometimes I was around him more then my blood relatives because to me, since he was four years older then me, he turned out to be the older brother I never had. We used to go the movies, drive around, and a few times he let me practice driving.
I learned so much from this whole odd chain of events. One, that you must appreciate something or someone while they are in your life and second, that all things do indeed work together in the end.