Personal essay
hi, my name is Cameron and this is my a brief description of the story of my life. Starting off with family; I live with five other siblings (one brother and four sisters) along with two my two dogs koby and chewy! My mom is a teacher at Dillard drive elementary, while my dad is a construction architect for the Turner construction company. During my days as a high school senior I spend most time with my friends and family along with making time for my job and extracurricular activities. In my hours after school I usually spend my time playing softball or dancing for those are my most favorite hobbies all though they are very different. I find it an advantage to be able to have many skills and a wide variety of extracurricular because it has given me the honor of being accepted into UNCG! I plan to attend UNCG and study psychology and plan to come out of college as a pediatric psychologist to help children finding their place in this world because most brain activity is held in the earlier years of someone’s life. I hope to have many more fun and exciting experiences in my near future but until then I must take risks and work hard because you never know which way ur choices will lead you.
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Growing Up comes with a Prize
Every year, the exact day I grow to a new age, an overly taped box arrives at my door. Without any hesitation, I snatch the box and run inside frantically searching for scissors. Throwing open a kitchen drawer, I draw a tiny blade from my moms “tape, scissors, and box open/closing stuff’ and I headed back for the box with hopes of getting through the 3 layers of tape, cardboard, and bubble wrap. I rip through the tape and cardboard till’ I get to the bubble wrap and my intense unwrapping turns into a slow, gentle, unraveling to reveal yet another box. This yellow box felt quite heavy which always excites me confirming my guess on what the gift might be as if the wrapping wasn't a good enough clue. I gently open the top of the second box revealing a whole bunch of tissue paper shoved at the top. Rushing to get my gift unraveled, I tear away the tissue paper and unroll my gift from the mound of bubble wrap containing my present. Inside all of this wrapping contained a little thin china doll with dry painted brunette hair, rosy facial features, and a beautiful gown like the young princesses of Great Britain would wear on a sunday stoll; I’ve always dreamed of wearing a dress like that. It’s the gift I wait all year long for, until last year, waiting for a package that would never arrive. Little did I know, the dolls age out at 16. The best part is, is that there are little “special” editions to the collection such as a doll for your graduation or wedding day. Guess I’ll just have to wait for that neat boxed up, taped packaging once more!
Every year, the exact day I grow to a new age, an overly taped box arrives at my door. Without any hesitation, I snatch the box and run inside frantically searching for scissors. Throwing open a kitchen drawer, I draw a tiny blade from my moms “tape, scissors, and box open/closing stuff’ and I headed back for the box with hopes of getting through the 3 layers of tape, cardboard, and bubble wrap. I rip through the tape and cardboard till’ I get to the bubble wrap and my intense unwrapping turns into a slow, gentle, unraveling to reveal yet another box. This yellow box felt quite heavy which always excites me confirming my guess on what the gift might be as if the wrapping wasn't a good enough clue. I gently open the top of the second box revealing a whole bunch of tissue paper shoved at the top. Rushing to get my gift unraveled, I tear away the tissue paper and unroll my gift from the mound of bubble wrap containing my present. Inside all of this wrapping contained a little thin china doll with dry painted brunette hair, rosy facial features, and a beautiful gown like the young princesses of Great Britain would wear on a sunday stoll; I’ve always dreamed of wearing a dress like that. It’s the gift I wait all year long for, until last year, waiting for a package that would never arrive. Little did I know, the dolls age out at 16. The best part is, is that there are little “special” editions to the collection such as a doll for your graduation or wedding day. Guess I’ll just have to wait for that neat boxed up, taped packaging once more!
Christmas poem!
lyrical poem (memorable time in the year)
I was living by the water
Late July moon's early quarter
Summer mornings, early dawnings
Pay no heed to me, gave no warning
Of their endless way
Seatide flowing in the river
Is all the music I would ever
Have, a long, long day since I went away
By the sea curlews calling
Hear the summer stars falling
Fire burning in the sun
Lighting up their way
On the lonely sands of the eastern strands
It was there I made my way
Down to the sea voices from the empty moor
They call me past the stranger's door
The tide is turning, there is no waiting
Day was long, the sun is setting
Sand shifting in the wind
These times they have no end
On the lonely sands of the western strand
It was there I made my way.
I was living by the water
Late July moon's early quarter
Summer mornings, early dawnings
Pay no heed to me, gave no warning
Of their endless way
Seatide flowing in the river
Is all the music I would ever
Have, a long, long day since I went away
By the sea curlews calling
Hear the summer stars falling
Fire burning in the sun
Lighting up their way
On the lonely sands of the eastern strands
It was there I made my way
Down to the sea voices from the empty moor
They call me past the stranger's door
The tide is turning, there is no waiting
Day was long, the sun is setting
Sand shifting in the wind
These times they have no end
On the lonely sands of the western strand
It was there I made my way.
fairytale poem!
Shadows
A shadow in the window frame,
Flying so frantic you cannot tame.
Into the room it rushes through,
Behind it, a figure as if in the need for some glue.
The girl awakens,
Scared of this possible break-in.
The figure introduces himself,
As his shadow process to climb up the shelf.
He calms the the girl, not to fear,
For there is a reason he is here.
He explained that her time is up,
And that she might never get her chance to grow up.
“Follow me” he says, trying to gain her trust
“All it takes is a little faith, trust, and pixie dust!”
They whisk out the window in an elegant float,
Flying high and low as fast as a speed boat.
Coming closer to the land of imagination,
The view was as if looking at a dream vacation.
Floating gently to the ground,
The girl gets greeted from all around.
The boy wanders off as the girl gets all the fame,
He tells his companion that this new girl is out for his last name.
In a jealous anger the companion plans an attack,
Hoping to give this girl a stab in the back.
After a failed attempt,
The girl catches on with hope to dirempt.
The girl runs off in hope of escape,
But her only way out is a familiar shape.
She speaks;“There’s just one way out of this place,
And it Is to have the clouds by my face.”
She jumps and dreams of flight,
But a simple phrase she can't seem to remember is keeping her from flying like a kite.
For this strange domain,
Makes the girl question her brain.
Now patiently waiting,
A rescue is what she is expecting.
With her wits wanting to be quoted,
She says; “I dream of my rescue in hope of my story being noted.”
Now what is really lame,
Is that this has now turned into a game.
The girls dead carcass is the prize,
For bonus points if anyone hears the cries.
This is the island daily life,
Killing off those who have the most strife.
Making the world a better place,
Just only with one less face.
A shadow in the window frame,
Flying so frantic you cannot tame.
Into the room it rushes through,
Behind it, a figure as if in the need for some glue.
The girl awakens,
Scared of this possible break-in.
The figure introduces himself,
As his shadow process to climb up the shelf.
He calms the the girl, not to fear,
For there is a reason he is here.
He explained that her time is up,
And that she might never get her chance to grow up.
“Follow me” he says, trying to gain her trust
“All it takes is a little faith, trust, and pixie dust!”
They whisk out the window in an elegant float,
Flying high and low as fast as a speed boat.
Coming closer to the land of imagination,
The view was as if looking at a dream vacation.
Floating gently to the ground,
The girl gets greeted from all around.
The boy wanders off as the girl gets all the fame,
He tells his companion that this new girl is out for his last name.
In a jealous anger the companion plans an attack,
Hoping to give this girl a stab in the back.
After a failed attempt,
The girl catches on with hope to dirempt.
The girl runs off in hope of escape,
But her only way out is a familiar shape.
She speaks;“There’s just one way out of this place,
And it Is to have the clouds by my face.”
She jumps and dreams of flight,
But a simple phrase she can't seem to remember is keeping her from flying like a kite.
For this strange domain,
Makes the girl question her brain.
Now patiently waiting,
A rescue is what she is expecting.
With her wits wanting to be quoted,
She says; “I dream of my rescue in hope of my story being noted.”
Now what is really lame,
Is that this has now turned into a game.
The girls dead carcass is the prize,
For bonus points if anyone hears the cries.
This is the island daily life,
Killing off those who have the most strife.
Making the world a better place,
Just only with one less face.