Essays of Reflection
Happy New Year! I texted him and our conversation began. At the moment, it was just
a casual chat, but his responses stand out now and a lot crosses my mind.
Happy New Year to you too! How are you texting me from Mexico though?
My life outside of class revolves around technology. If I am not texting or talking
on the phone, I am on the computer surfing the web or listening to music. Admitting this
makes me feel a bit pathetic because I know the technology we have
What is the purpose of life?
To live life to the fullest with no regrets. To learn how to forgive and forget those who
wrong us or harm us. To be happy no matter what the circumstances are because tomorrow will
always be a new and brighter day. To be free
Damsel in Distress
Superman, Batman, and Spiderman, and the list goes on. These are three of our most
famous superheroes of all time. As children, we look up to them because they are so amazing and
we can always count on them to save the world. At five ye
Lawrenceville Campus Memory
Too many nights to remember but those special moments are unforgettable. Sprinting
towards opposite directions, we reach inside and out of breath, all at once, we say to the duty
master Im here, Im here! We check our phones, ex
Her voice, a bit raspy from age and with that distinct Cuban accent, boomed
through the speakerphone every morning, greeting us to a new school day. During
lunchtime, I noticed her walking around campus. With the yellow detention slips on h
She cries and mumbles, and I cannot understand what she is trying to tell me.
Mom, calm down. Whats wrong? Is everything okay? I can barely make out what she
is saying. After several minutes on the phone, we hang up, and she leaves me confused
No more cards up my sleeve
I got home and looked through the mail already on the table. Not for me, not for me, oh
here it is. I opened the envelope and called my parents. A minute on the phone and I hung up and
ran out the house. Logan Park. He is always
Lets take it back
Out of the ten, I met him first; well I became friends with him first. Before he knew my
name, he referred to me as the girl with the pretty eyes then I became Dora then Mexico.
After that I was Guada flaka flames and later I was his sha
Theres still time
I guess that is the point of this essay topic. So why do I sit here trying to recall those
moments that do not exist? Ive actually spent about an hour, trying to reminisce, but
unfortunately, the memories that I have recollected can be c
Where I Come From
It was around six in the afternoon and the traffic lights beamed in the darkness. I
was walking back from dinner by myself and there was no one else. As I strolled down
the block, I heard a car coming slowly to a stop behind me. My heart