Everything just... got overwhelming. Trying to juggle school, home, and friends just made me stressed out. I was staying up late, waking up late, and I couldn't pay attention in class very well.
One night, I was laying in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. I felt as if my head was about to explode, like I was going to go crazy.
Suddenly, I felt this urge to run, to jump, anything. I hopped out of bed and put my shoes on. I went to the front door and unlocked it, pulling it open slowly so that my parents wouldn't wake up. I walked outside.
I was standing in the middle of my lawn. I looked around. The only light was dim street lights and the light from the full moon.
I ran, faster then I've ever run before. I ran down my street, far from my house. I ran down streets I didn't know, vaugely aware of the street names as I ran passed the signs.
Eventually I came to a cliff. Below were shiny rocks, with lake water splashing of off of them and foaming. I stood there. The moon seemed so big. I looked around. There was no one there. No houses nearby.
I plopped on my knees and screeched. I howled at the moon. My face was red, I'm sure. I Read more »
Education is something I’ve always taken for granted, until very recently. Something made me realize that I should be appreciative. When I was listening to the radio one afternoon, I heard a story about girls in a foreign countries who are not permitted to go to school. That was my turning point. I had been so inconsiderate. Like in the morning when I didn’t want to get out of bed because I was dreading school. Other girls can’t even get a decent education because people in their countries don’t believe girls should be allowed to go school. From then on I noticed how fortunate I was. I will always be thankful for my opportunity to have a good education.
One Thursday, when I was volunteering at Outreach For Earth Stewardship, my mentor Craig and I had to remove a faulty perch from the red-tailed hawk aviary. When we entered the small clearing in the middle of the woods where the aviaries are, we walked directly to the red tails’ aviary.
Once inside the aviary, we started to undo the bolts that held the 300 pound piece of wood and cast iron that made up the perch on the walls of the aviary, but we soon found out that we needed a ladder. So Craig climbed a rickety ladder, on a slope, on a bed of gravel. It was like something out of an Abbott and Costello comedy routine, because every time he leaned, even slightly, the ladder would almost tip over. As Craig was undoing the last bolt, I walked to the far side of the aviary to be away from the perch when it fell, but instead I found that one of the male red tailed hawks thought that I was encroaching on his territory. The hawk flew at me, and I backed away and decided it would be better to stand closer to the perch. Read more »
What I’m Thankful For
By Olivia Shonio
Well to start off, what I am thankful for might sound a little weird because you would think I would say my family, or my friends, or something along those lines. But no, what I’m thankful for isn’t a person at all, it’s an inanimate object. Read more »
What am I Thankful For?
By Hayley Mears
I know everyone says the same thing, but I am thankful for my family and friends! My family is always there for me.They help me when I need something, (and they usually know what I need; even when I don’t.) I can keep my head high because my family gives me strength and love. Surrounding me with good lessons. My family loves me and love is the best life tool ever. Knowing I am a part of a loving family lets me build a great life. Read more »
I love music. Ever since I was born, I’ve loved music. Almost nine years ago, when I was still a baby, my brother started on the violin. As soon as I heard music, I wanted to play an instrument; I wanted to play the violin, too. But mom said she wanted me to play a different instrument.
When I was three, she said I only had to take cello lessons for a few months, and I reluctantly gave in. A few months went by. Then a year. I realized I couldn’t stop—I loved the cello, and I knew it was the right instrument for me. In the first year of my cello lessons, I thought my teacher, Anne Brown (we called her Mrs. Brown), was a grumpy grouch, but by the third year I knew I loved her as my teacher. Seven years went by. I learned one piece of music after another. Then I heard Mrs. Brown and my mom talking about moving on to another teacher. I only had a few months left with Mrs. Brown so I prepared a good-bye present, because that is what we do when we leave our music teachers. I wrote a cello duet called “Farewell.” I made her an origami cat face and bought her a bag of dark mint crunch chocolates from Lake Champlain Chocolates (because those are her favorite). Mrs. Brown took us to dinner and then it was time to leave her.
A week later I was going to my new teacher, John Dunlop. Now I am with him and having a wonderful music experience.
I have been playing the cello for seven years and hope there is a good future for me in music. I love my cello and I am so, so grateful for it.
Adam S. Stewart
8th grade writing
I am most thankful for the Red Sox winning the World Series, because I like how they all have beards. I like them because their designated hitter is amazing. The Red Sox won the World Series because they won the playoffs and then they won the World Series!
I am very thankful that I am able to live, breathe, eat, smell, taste, see, and feel.
Life is a very amazing and beautiful thing to have.
I am very happy to be on this earth, to live and enjoy my life to the fullest. Read more »
When I was ten, I was really stressed; angry at my brother, mad at the hill I walked up every day for being so steep and long, mad at the long book report I was going to have to comeplete, and mad at school for being so long. I was really angry and I wasn't about to calm down. I stomped up the stairs to my room and slammed the door as hard as I could. I jumped on my bed and hurled my pillow at the door. I slammed my head into the blanket and flopped down on the bed. I wanted to calm down, but I was just so angry. I looked around for something to destroy when I saw the brand new book with a shining cover. I ran over to it and snatched it up, thinking of throwing it, when I noticed it's title; "The Sister's Grimm". One of my friends had recommended it a few weeks ago. Maybe I could try it. I returened my pillow to my bed and started reading. "I'm going to die of boredom here, Sabrina Grimm thought as she looked out the train window at Ferryport Landing, New York…" as I read, I became less and less angry. Soon, I felt very calm.
"Have you finished your boork report?" My mom called from downstairs.
Then I looked at my clock. 8:00 PM, it read. Oh no…
I am most greatful for is my family because I love them. I love my family because we do fun things together. They are my whole life! I am also greatful for my friends. Without my friends I dont knnow where id be now. I am so grateful for my family and friends. My family and my friends will do almost anything to help me. Without my family I would be somewhere thats not in a house.
What am I am thankful for? Well I am thankful for my little brother, Jonas. Why? Because he has been through the hardest journeys I have ever seen. He was born 3 MONTHS early! not weeks, MONTHS. I have always wanted a little brother so when i found out he was 3 months early I was really sad. but I did not give up on him and my family did not ether. The doctors said he had a 3% chance of living. We were all very scared at the time and were worried he was not going to make it. But every night I would pray for him. He was in the hospital for 2 months. I was so worried about him. So one day when my step mother told me I could see him I could not wait. I could not physically see him but I could see him threw glass. About a month later they said he was well enough to come home! I was so happy I would have a little brother! The first time I held him I just could not stop thinking about how strong he is! It is amazing! I am so thankful he is hear with us today! My step mother and me father are expecting one more kid! Jonas is 1 now and we can not wait until the new one comes! So the thing I am most thankful for is my little brother!
What im greatful about is my cat. My cat dexter he is the best cat. He is a Himalayan breed Dexter is really fluffy that is why I love him. Dexter and I have been though alot. Though us leaving him at the house to go to Hayward Wiscion to my Grandfather Roger funereal and the goverment shut down. That is why I voted for Mitt Romney. Dexter was 8 weeks old when we got him. His sister tried to go with him but we had to leave her. But when we were coming home he was laying his back sleeping. Then snowball was 6 years old we Dexter because the passing of Freeway our other Himalayn we called him Freeway was found on the highway. Then say 5 or 6 years later Lucy came our calico cat. Lucy was a stray kitten and we took her she got shaved down her spine. Lucy and Dexter didnt get along as well as With Snowball. Snowball was 13 when Lucy was there. Now lucy and Dexter get along But Smowball had to be put down.
I’m grateful for having a kind family that cares for me. When I stabbed myself with scissors, my family was there to help me right away. This happened when my brother, Owen, asked me to open his Christmas present. As I did, the scissors slid off the plastic wrap, and I stabbed myself at the base of my thumb. My dad and mom had me press a towel on the base of my thumb to stop the bleeding. Then, my dad drove me to the hospital.
When I got to the hospital, my dad waited six hours with me in the waiting room. Time was moving like pouring syrup on your waffle. I was annoyed because my hand kept bleeding and I had to keep switching the towel. Read more »
I am thankful for having my home that I can go to every night. I am thankful for all of the experiences that I have had to face, because over all it made me a stronger and a better person. I am thankful for my family and friends who have supported me through the hard times and never left my side even when I didn’t have the best attitude; I am thankful for everyone who never gave up on me, even when I gave up all hope. I am thankful for my mom, the one person who supported me through everything, even after I said I hated her, I am thankful that she pushes me to be the absolute best that I can be, and shows me that dreams are there for you to follow, and that everything will be okay in the end. Most of all, I am thankful for waking up every day, and living this life because there are so many great people in it who support me and who are there for me, and who I wouldn’t be able to live without.
My father is special to me because he taught me how to cook food. Without my dad I would have never been able to cook. My dad taught me how to cook different recipes from time to time. My dad was a chef and owner of a Thai restaurant in New York. One of my best memories is when he took me to work. .Now that we live in Stowe, Vermont my father is still in New York and will travel to Thailand. I’m really going to miss my father when he going to Thailand but I will see him when I go there. Since he is away I appreciate the time he took teaching me how to cook. My dad is also a lot of fun. During the summer he took my brother and I to the Great Escape theme park. We went on the Boomerang, steaming demon, and the canyon blaster. After my dad took my brother and I to a pizza parlor. Not only can he teach me how to cook but he’s a lot of fun.
My life is confusing. I don’t know how else to explain it. Just confusing, So I’ll just put it this way. There is one thing that is very easy to explain, something so important I couldn’t live without it, thoughts. I have always held all my feeling inside me, not being able to express anything on the outside. One day my thoughts over powered me and I left the earth for a moment and let my thoughts take control.
It was a cold day, around the begging of spring. I could smell the fresh spring air. The flowers were popping out of the raw dirt, and the trees had their spring blooms on there skinny branches almost too heavy for them to hold. I would pick flowers as I walked, my hill was normally quiet. I never saw a single car as I walked, which I loved, because I could think quietly. Peacefully dreaming inside my head. I would think of everything, like what would happen if I couldn’t talk or walk. But this time I thought about something different. What if I ran away?
So that’s what I did. I ran away. I went south into the woods, at first I just ran but then I realized I have to get shelter and actually survive, which was hard. I made some-what of a bed by putting lots of branches and leafs together in on big pile. Then I lay down, on my new bed, I looked at the clouds above me, dreaming about what heaven would be like when I go there. It was a happy thought. I would start to make out figures in the clouds, I wish I had someone to look and them with me, but so far it’s just me. Read more »
Thanks. Thanks for my friends and family. Thanks for a roof over my head and food on my table. I am so thankful for all of these things. Up until two years ago, I didn’t realize how truly lucky I am. Two of my wonderful friends, who I will never stop being thankful for, did a fundraiser for starving children in Africa. Seeing those poor children I realized how much I take for granted. In fourth grade I thought we were an average family, not particularly lucky, especially comparing my own family to movie stars and millionaires. Learning about those children in Africa with desperate lives, opened my eyes. We have a beautiful house, a big yard, delicious meals, a loving family and access to an education. Thousands of people all over the world don’t have even one of these luxuries, and I am lucky enough to have all four. But there is one thing I left out; the one, in my opinion, that is the most important: friends. Friends are so important. They comfort you when you are sad, and share your joy when you are happy. Sure, some times you want to strangle them. It wouldn’t be a true friendship without some fights here and there. My friends have always been there for me, and I like to think I have done the same for them. There are times when a friend will call or text feeling sad, and I immediately try to make them feel better, because I hate seeing them unhappy. When someone tries to bring me down or hurts me, they will try to make me feel better, even if that means getting in a fight in my defense! Read more »
“Good Old Uncle Donald”
My Uncle Donald is a great guy who treats me like a son. The coolest thing about Uncle Donald is that he tells me stories about when he was in the army and fisherman stories. Uncle Donald is a fisherman that owns six boats that takes people out fishing. I really wish he lived in Vermont but he has to live in South Carolina so he can fish.
I’m so grateful for Uncle Donald because he takes me fishing in lakes when he’s in Vermont and ocean fishing when I’m in South Carolina. Without Uncle Donald around I’d probably not ever be able to fish in the ocean. I really appreciate when he takes fishing just me and him. We have a great time eating buffalo chicken wings on the boat. We talk a lot when we’re fishing on his boat. He shares a lot of interesting stories about when he was in the army on the boat. I feel very close to him especially when we fish. I can’t imagine not having Uncle Donald in my life. He is very important to me. He is the best uncle you could ever have.
Come and sit down. Let me tell you a little something about me. My life is great, and the world live in is great. There is only one thing that can make the world a little happier every time it happens. It’s the time when my world gets a little better. It’s the time I see the person who inspires me the most. It is every time I see my grandmother. My grandma is the one who inspirers me to be who I am. My grandma often says that life is a miracle… these words mean a lot and she looks at them as if they have been written in the sky. She looks at them like it’s a no brainer, life couldn’t be better. My grandma is an optimist, so whenever something goes wrong she brightens your day! Every present is the “best” present she has ever received, and every meal is the “best” she has ever tasted. She lives in the moment! Every person says that my grandma is the best person to look up too, and I agree. Sometimes, when I am down, I love to lay in bed and call my grandma. I tell her all about my day, and she tells me about hers. Just listening to her voice makes me smile. Her smile will put light into dark, and her hug will put love into hate.
Thank you for all my coaches who tought me how to play soccer. I started out on not knowing how to play soccer, or the rules, or anything. I thought I wouldn't be good at soccer, but than my coaches told me how to kick accurately at the goal, and to be a good offensive player and goalie. Then, I started getting better at offense, goalie, and especially, defense. I think I'm a really good defender. Whenever the other team has the ball, I kick it over to the other side of the field.BOOM! My coaches complement me how good I am at soccer. But really, therey're the ones that taught me. I am really thankful for my coaches because therey're the ones that taught me how to play soccer. Thank you, for all the coaches that taught me how to play soccer.
We stop looking for the monsters under our beds when we realize that they are in us. That there is something or someone in our bodies, in our souls. A kind of our personal monster.
My monster is a voice. A voice which is talking to me in my mind day and night. I hear her
saying: “ You are worthless”, “you are not good enough” every single day. It is the voice which is forcing me not to touch my food.” You are fat enough”, she says, “ You deserve to be in pain . When you are skinny, when you are perfect, you maybe will be good enough to
be loved”. I wanna be loved. I wanna deserve it. But I don’t. I deserve the blood running down my arm when I try to punish myself for what I am. The girl nobody likes. The girl
nobody wants. And it is all my fault. So I have to punish myself. I have to try to cut all the bad things out of me. To forget about all the pain of the last years. The voice in my head is
my best friend and my worst enemy. She destroys me. I know that but I like it. I like to feel
how much control I can have about my awful body with my arms and thighs full of scars.
She, the voice, is my second me. Do you see it? Can you see how we both distress me?
Can you see that my eyes are full of pain? That they are never shining when I act as there is something like happiness in my life? That there is a reason to smile? You only see what
I let you see and you will never look close enough to see it is all just a lie. You will believe Read more »
One night I was playing my IPad . I remembered something that I had to tell my mom. I went into her room, (p.s. The light sockets were not covered) and i leaned on the wall as I put my hand on the wall and before i could stop it, my hand went into the socket. A huge shock went through my body and all of a sudden my legs stopped working. My mom sat me on her bed and she tried to help me stand.
After a few tries , my mom and I knew that I couldn't walk, my legs gave up. My mom called 911, since she knew I couldn't get into the car without falling, and the ambulance came. I was freezing and i was shaking. The ladies came and put me on this chair that brought me down the stairs. The put big warm slippers on my feet. At this point my mom was FREAKING OUT . My hands were turning all purpleish and I was scared.
"Get to the boat!" screams my mother.
"No, I need to save Ben, he's still in the room!" I reply as I scramble around a table, and attempt to sprint to our room. But my mother stops me before I can bolt. Her eyes are filled with tears. She smiles that gentle smile that she only gives me when she's going to tell me bad news. My eyes widen, I cling helplessly to my mother's arm but she is stronger than me and she flings me on the last rescue boat. The lines rub against the pulley making a terrible sound as they drop us into the water.
"No!" I scream, as my arms reach out and try to grab her. My mother watches me as tears slide down her face. The magnificent ship, moans and makes a big crack sound. I try to the slide of the boat to make another attempt to grab my mother. I reach too far though, and the last thing I remember are dark blue waves pulling me down deeper and deeper......
I choke on the water that blocks my breathing tube. A soft hand pats my back as I try and breath. Read more »
"I was sixteen and had just got home after a long walk from school, looking forward to working on the farm. I was eager to spend some alone time with dad. My brothers and I work with him all day when we get back from school. But my brothers wouldn’t be home today, they were out with my mom.
‘Hey Dad! I’m home!’ I shouted, walking through the door. I didn’t expect a response. He was most likely out in the fields, where he toiled for hours on end. It was about three and I was supposed to let the cattle out.
I was sitting on my porch swing one windy evening, watching the storm arise in front of me. I had an extra large blanket wrapped around me, and a warm bowl full of my mom’s sweet apple crisp. My dog, Bennie, was lying on the porch floor below me, curled up in a small black ball sleeping. All I heard were the trees that surrounded me, creaking in the blustery wind. Splish, splash! One by one, I heard rain drops clunking against the metal roof of my house. The rain continued to come down harder and harder, then lightning suddenly filled the sky. Bright bolts of lightning flashed every few seconds, and the thunder was rumbling loudly, which reminded me of a suspenseful scene in a horror movie. Creeeeak! My head suddenly whipped around, and Bennie jumped right up. His ears perked up quickly. A black shadow like figure suddenly appeared on the porch steps, only a few feet away from where my dog and I were sitting. My heart was pounding out of my chest. It sounded like a bass drum was taking over my entire body. Then, I saw my mom peek her head out of our screen door and call out, “Maddie, come on inside, we are about to eat dinner!” Of course, I had to eat a big bowl of apple crisp before dinner, now I wasn’t even hungry! “Coming”, I yelled back. Read more »
“Whoosh”, the cool fresh breeze of spring blows into my pale face. It feels a little cold. I hear the wing beats of the swans. I hear crows, “caw, caw”. I hear the “honk, honk” of geese. I go over to a tree stump. I eat some trout lily. It tastes sweet and sugary. I look across Lake Champlain. I see the partially snow covered Adirondack Mountains. I hear the "trickle, drip, splash" of melting snow and ice running down rocks. I feel satisfied, at peace and calm. This is my favorite place, what’s yours?
by Layla Jae Morris
The silver outline of the ferry appears out from the mist, the words “Island Runner” not yet visible. Excitement and joy fill me up like a balloon threatening to explode with screaming of happiness. Finally, after one loooooong year, we were again catching the ferry to Burton Island.
The Runner pulls into its dock looking sleek and graceful, about to take me to my favorite place – the best place on Earth. We leave the cars and fill up the wagons at hand with camping equipment and load them on to a section of the ferry.
The boat is now ready to go. The Park Rangers have almost untied the rope connecting the ferry to the dock, when a silver Volvo pulls up to the pier. The door opens. It’s Alya! She runs up to the ferry and yells, “Can we make it?” Read more »
It is a place full of memories of simpler times. Of happy children. Of little me, laughing along with my friends, before all the nonsense. It was an easy time, when we all got along and played in our fantasy world. A world of wonder. Of superheroes and kingdoms. And I look back on that time and smile. When did things change? Did they ever really change at all? Or was I just too young to see it?Read more »