Walk essay from like 10th grade

After trying to go on many walks, going to Onondaga Lake Park with my mom to go on an actual walk, but there wasnt one, we walked for about a mile and a half. We talked about what we were doing over the summer. It was nice being without my little sister. But after a few weeks, my mom and I finally arrived at our first walk. At the beginning, during registration, and events leading up to the walk, it was very intimidating to say the least. We arrived there fairly early, so we had to sit and wait for at least a half hour. When it finally became time to walk, I had low energy, but I just wanted to get it over with. It was hectic trying to have everyone leave the same area at once, but once my mom and I started walking past the moms and their strollers, we got more into it. We talked about the day, and how it was going so far. The scenery was pretty, but I like Onondaga Lake Park better. Even though both places do not smell so good. My mom and I talked about our future, and some of her past. Even though this walk was The March of Dimes', March of Babies, my mom only brought $20 because we did not know what to do. I thought I did good walking all 3 miles, because I do not get or do much exercise, my mom kind of walks fast, but she slowed down a little bit for me, I walked a bit faster than usual though. We got back earlier than I expected. My mom went to get food, I had to stay in the car, I was really sore, and it hurt to move, and it took a while to catch my breath. Although it was only like 53 degrees I was sweating, and very warm. My mom went up tp the place to get food and to go to the bathroom. I was in the car for maybe 10 minuets, maybe more. I watched crowds of people slowly trickle in. My mom finally came back to the car with the same food for us both; a Cesar salad, mini pretzels, a hot dog, and chips. I was thankful that they provided all of this for free basically, and they also provided bottled water. I did not feel we contributed to The March of Dimes much, and I did not meet anyone. I just stuck with my mom because I felt a little bit uncomfortable.

The American Dream

The American dream can be interpreted in many ways, for many different people, but what I think it could be is, The people will be rich marry the "trophy husband/wife" have more houses and cars than they can count on their fingers and toes, have possibly one child and spoil them. Being so rich they could do whatever they please. Not work, and stay in one of their huge mansions, or their less big beach house. They would also get whatever they want. Their houses would have movie theaters in them, with as much popcorn as they want. They would have a big, beautiful room to share with their trophy husband or wife.

Mondays

When its Monday, its the hardest to get out of bed. School seems to last forever. No one can function well on Mondays. Monday is the worst day of the week. Provided that there was either a long vacation, or a snow day or no school on friday, it is the worst day of the school week. Unless you are on vacation, and have something planned for monday, you could care less about that day. Everyone hates mondays. Hearing the word "monday" spoken makes me think of being extremely bored, and something that will take a very long time. Most likely everywhere or anywhere you go, monday is the time when you do nothing.

Love

I found my 11th grade English folder and I've decided to write what I've written.

Love is like flowers, your love can die out after a while. Just like flowers if your love brakes it is gone forever, but it can grow again. Although, seeds aren't involved it is pretty much the same thing. Even though flowers don't have a hard time with much, love takes years to find. Human love is very complex and takes more time than flowers to grow. But love can be many different things, in many ways to a lot of people. Love is different for everyone, everyone feels love sooner or later. Love can be exciting, interesting, complex, and even daring.

The Red Coats' Last Victim (poem 4)

The Red Coats' Last Victim
She saw the red coats coming
She thought of what her mother said,
She knew this was her day.
She wanted to hide and go away...

She ran into the barn,
She thought she was safe,
"Why did it have to snow?
It is so cold" she thought.
She heard them come in
She knew they were there,
She couldn't see,
Because of her hair,
She lost her footing
They saw her,
That she knew,

She thought about her family,
And her friends too.
As the red coats surrounded her,
The room went black
She felt the pain from the past
As she is going to the place she never thought she would be at so fast.

She (poem 3)

She
She visits very often.
Shes here to see the people,
The people she loves.
She visits to see the people,
the people she misses most,
the people who love her back.
Shes here now to see me.
She knows I love her back
Its hard to miss her.
She knows it is
She visits very often
To see the ones she loves

The Unseen (poem 2)

The Unseen
Do you know what you do?
You infactuate me
You're interesting, lovely, a great friend
why.
You exist, but aren't real
The most interesting thing in the world
I cant see you
You cant see me
We still know each other
We're friends
but less
the more we dont see each other
the more we forget,
soon we wont remember each other
I'll miss you