Time can be seen as the destroyer of all things. Like an earthquake that moves the earth or a tidal wave that consumes it, it is hard to imagine that this big old planet takes no notice of me, as I get older I see Time as just a fickle friend.
You are on the cusp of great changes in your life, shifts in perhaps your physical landscape and most definitely your personal one. What will you remember?
What small things do you see that Time has taken/is taking away from you? Shifted in you? Released from you? Stored in secret for you?
For me...
a pink satin blanket with roses in front of a color console TV, a box of crayons and coloring book laid out beside it
the smell of Coty Air Spun powder in the deep creases of her fleshy neck
the first day -- of anything
the way the rough oak bark felt under my back as I hid deep in the branches of my tree
standing on a chair at the kitchen sink gutting fish, hearing my grandmother humming Praise Be the Ties that Bind
The scratchy sound of the needle against vinyl as I lay up against the hi-fi's speaker to hear Ray Charles tell me he's got a woman
the sweaty faces of my babies, hair damp with fever, against my skin as I rock their anxious bodies to sleep
Now it's your turn.
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The things I remember...
ReplyDelete- The clatter of a VCR tape prior to a Disney movie night with my family
- The soft plops from feeding koi fish in my backyard
- The floral scent that accompanied eating ice cream in the shade of a rose arch or peach tree on a hot summer day
- Flickering colors of paper light from jovially running through my backyard with lanterns on a cool evening
- The apprehension and excitement of waking up early on Saturday mornings to watch my favorite cartoon
Jasmine Voon (Pd. 2)
- The feel of the banister running across my fingers on Christmas morning
ReplyDelete- The smell of myhouse when I come home after being gone a while
- The cool air on my face as I lie in the grass of my front yard
- Excitment of waking up early to go on a trip
- New book smells
- The banner with my name on it that my parents put up for my birthday every year
-The sound of tight harmonies being elevated in the church
ReplyDelete-The warmth of my mom's embrace when she's filled with joy
-The cheers of the audience when I take a bow on stage
-The rays of the sun touching my face on the shores of myrtle beach
-The smell of tranquility from the flowers of Brookside gardens
-The trembling feeling of anticipation when I'm waiting in the line for a roller coaster
-The liberating, elevating, heart racing feeling of love
-The feel of home in the embrace of my mother
ReplyDelete-The feeling of comfort as a go on my knees and pray in church.
-The harmonizing voice of everyone singing together as one for God.
-The warm touch of the sun in the early morning.
-The calming peace that comes with being home alone.
-The happiness of being surrounded by close family members or friends.
I didn't know how to put my name.
DeleteIts Keyli Portillo
-The hazy childhood memory of being small enough to be carried to bed after a long, late night car trip
ReplyDelete-the lingering scent of the clinique perfume my mother used to wear
-soft christmas melodies played on my grandmother's old piano
- The giddy joy of staying up all night with a book, hidden under the sheets with a flashlight so as not to get caught.
-the feeling of soft grass beneath my feet as I chased fireflies on a warm, summer night
-being a giggly four year old, stepping on my father's feet as he danced us around the kitchen
Hannah kang p.2
ReplyDelete- the feeling of butterflies when you get to talk to your "crush"
- The eager excitement I got from seeing my mom pick me up from daycare.
- the warmhearted feeling I get from hugging someone I missed for a long time
- The feeling of having a contagious laughter and people around you enjoying it
- the thought of looking back at an experience you've only dream't of
- the puzzled feeling of falling asleep on the couch but end up waking up in you bed
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ReplyDelete- inserting and switching through my sister's CD collection and singing along at the top of our lungs during our car rides
ReplyDelete- the satisfaction of connecting the pieces of a puzzle
- the golden light that comes in through my windows in my room
- running in the snow, eager to mark the freshly covered ground with my boot prints
- the excitement of getting up early for something I'm looking forward to
- the smell of my sister's late night baking
Period 2
-The light, dappled like the coats of the spring-ubiquitous fawns, falling on the gray-brown coat of leaves in the silence
ReplyDelete-Painted paper animated, flitting about in the glass sanctuary of Brookside
-The moment of quick change as the teepee of logs collapses inward, sending up a column of sunset-colored sparks to hail their ice-colored brethren above
-A thin shaft of moonlight that falls across my bed, gaze of the indigo heavens
-The song my parents played for little me many times: Imagine by John Lennon
-prepping for Thanksgiving dinner with my cousin
ReplyDelete-summer mornings with my Canadian side of my family in Tobermory
-going to my aunts house on Sunday mornings after church with the whole family
- listening and enjoying music from cassettes and CDs
ReplyDelete- VCRs and owning movies, rather than streaming them
- getting picked up from the school bus by my parents
- Friday night Arabic classes
- laughing wholeheartedly with friends
- massive sleepovers with a group of friends
- learning how to ride a bike with my neighbor
- block parties
- ice skating birthday parties
- hanging out with my family members when everything was black and white
-The heavy feeling I get on my chest when the airplane takes off
ReplyDelete-The smell of wet ground after a storm
-getting together with all of my 30 cousins at grandma’s house and sitting on the floor listening to grandpa tell us stories all night
-The smell of purple fabuloso (a liquid used to clean floors, mostly used by Hispanics)
- sitting in the living room with my whole family at 12am laughing until our stomachs hurt
-going outside the city and looking up at the stars, breathing in the cool fresh air
-The burning feeling I got very time I scraped my knees
-My grandma's soft and gentle hands on mine
-5am car rides
-The sound of birds chirping early in the morning
-the glow of the Christmas lights on the trees
ReplyDelete-The warm taste of the hot coca
-the smell of the bake sugar cookies full the house.
-The sounds of the Christmas Carolers slip through the crack of the window.
-the breeze of the cold snowy winter night as the door is open to welcome in family.
-the joy of the holidays and the loud laughters being to fill the room.
- warm and tight hug that was received as family beings to leave.
-the creeks of the floor boards late at night as the presents are sneaked under the tree.
Destiny Byndloss-Wong
- the warm laughter and endless chatter, the deep, serious discussions, and the countless nostalgic, funny, entertaining stories that were shared among each family member every night at the dinner table
ReplyDelete- the soft plush of the sofa that I would sink into as I snuggled next to my dad, eagerly awaiting the colorful, vivid stories he would share, whether they were made up or they were of his childhood
- the bright smile that lit up his face every day, right up until the day he left, when he saw me walk into our kindergarten class
- the dark yet lively bedroom, filled with muffled giggles and thumps and "shhh"s that were "whisper-yelled" between me and my siblings, as we attempted to hold "quiet" nightly stuffed-animal/pillow fights way past our bedtimes (and how we would jump back into bed and pretend to be asleep every time we heard the floorboards near the bedroom door creak, signaling the possibility of our parents hearing us)
- the first contact with the damp, sticky, hot air as we, despite being exhausted from the 16 hour flight, excitedly step outside the airport and into the beautiful city of Hong Kong my family calls our second home
- the bitter winter wind that would stiffen and redden my and my older brother's hands and cheeks as we walked every school morning to the 711 next to the CITGO gas station on New Hampshire Avenue to buy a steaming cup of hot coffee (and maybe a donut if he was generous)
- the tender way she would call me "daughter" in Chinese and the sweet kisses she would plant onto my cheek, no matter how tired or how much pain she was in, right up until the day she left us
Joyce Koo pd. 2
Laying down in the sand as I hear the waves crash into the surface.
ReplyDeleteGoing back to the hotel and the cool air cooling down my sunburn.
Early morning sunrises as I paddle my way into the middle of the bay.
Slammed packed car of luggage till I reached my destination of my home.
- The sound of the scratchy needle on my record player while my brother and I dance around in my room.
ReplyDelete- The comfort of laying in the arms of a loved one on a bright sunny afternoon.
- The excitement and anticipation when waking up the day of a family summer trip.
- The fun filled laughter and unforgettable joy that derived from my 17th birthday.
- Sitting outside our balcony and sharing snacks as we watched summer storms come and go.
- Late night car rides with friends as we belt out lyrics to songs playing on the radio.
- The sound of cheerful shouting and nerve- racking thrill during the last thirty seconds of a tied football game.
- Randomly cuddling up next to my mom just because I love her.
Kat C (pd. 5)
Dancing in the kitchen with my dad. Fast music written by people who have been dead for decades.
ReplyDeleteClimbing the massive hill behind my best friend's house. Burying "time-capsules" made from old pens with rolled up pieces of paper stuffed inside.
The reddish-pink marks on my face and forearms I woke up with after a sleepover that didn't include much sleeping.
Running around the house and chanting for mac n' cheese with my older brother.
Waking up from a nightmare and going to sleep between my parents. Both of them there together in the same bed.
Setting up a kid camera in my living room on Christmas night in order to see if there really was a Santa Claus.
Thinking that a New Year was the most amazing thing in the world.
Ella May Gatlin Pd. 5
- The rough, calloused grip of my father's hand as he leads me to the ocean on vacation.
ReplyDelete-The tight, gentle movement of my mothers fingers as she braids my hair.
-The sleepless, and restless nights before a field trip or vacation because I was too excited to sleep.
-The warmth, and love of bodies cuddling up together when my cousins and I have a sleep over and watch movies together.
-The louder than usual "You can do it" from my dad as he holds the uncomfortably comfortable bike seat from behind me as I learn how to ride without training wheels for the first time.
-The faint countdowns from my family while I'm half awake during New Years.
The feeling of soreness in my arm as I threw a large yellow ball on the roof of my childhood house and watched it roll back down.
ReplyDeletethe smell of lemon and oranges in my old backyard.
the feeling of the freedom to sing as loud as I could as if no one could hear me, before I fell asleep.
the sound of constant laughter at bedtime while sleeping over at my cousins house.
the feeling of salt in a wound when I got wiped out by a wave at the beach.
Amera Mohamed 5:
ReplyDeleteFor me...
The feeling of knowing that my older brother would be standing at the bus stop ready to take me home
The sound of the bell on my childhood tricycle ringing as I cross the street
My daily high fives I get from my mother that come paired with her 3:00pm “how was school” talk
The memory of sitting around with my brother at 2am on the couch trying not to wake our mom up with our laughter
The view of the street lights turning on at 6pm as my friends and I look at each other in distress knowing we should’ve been home by then
Marcos M 5:
ReplyDeleteThe first cold wind of fall that carries with it dead and colored leaves and the smell of the changing season
The strange warmth I felt from the snow beneath me as I burned my retinas with the winter white sky above me intermingling with the barren branches of the ancient tree next to the shed
The quiet thunder of a nearing storm that keeps me company during restless nights and never fails to make me smile
Serving as a pillow to two cats while they're hiding from a storm
Trying my best to dance along to old music in the kitchen while my cats look at the lunatic having an upright seizure
The quiet drives along familiar roads where flowing thoughts disturb the silence created by solitude
The bittersweet feeling of seeing all my friends laugh and realizing I'll have to be away from them once more
The orange and yellow butterflies that visit me in the strangest and most unexpected places, never together but seemingly always there
Feeling the winter breeze with snow falling slowly from the sky.
ReplyDeleteWalking around the bright and loud city of New York.
The cold breeze when I was skiing down the mountain.
The large open fields of Texas where I used to bike next to.
The faint sound of the car rushing on the high way when I was going to the cities in Texas.
Jie Chen period 3
For me..
ReplyDelete-The radio playing SeriousXM, while I am getting ready for school in the morning
-the smell my dad's old green Toyota
-Challah baking
-Wrestling with my dad and sister after making fun of each other
-the post game talks my dad would have with me after soccer
-The smell of pancakes my mother used to make in the morning for me and my sister
- The sounds of baby chickens
For Me...
ReplyDeleteThe grip of my sister's hand as we neared our cousins' house, unable to contain our excitement
The musty aroma of yellow stained books in my grandparents' basement
Days on the lake, living in our bathing suits with all our family gathered
The thrill of learning a new step in ballet
The hint of adrenaline when I would go out by myself
The slowness of Saturday mornings
The ritual of family dinners
- The childish innocence of being oblivious of what's going on in the world
ReplyDelete- The time spent with old friends
- drawing what ever came to my mind
- Missing the time I've spent with my cousins
Christian Harris
The thrill of crisp pages, untouched by humans hands, holding any and every possibility imaginable
ReplyDeleteThe glossy, slippery cardstock peeled from within packaging too complex for a nine-year-old's hands to open
Hiding the glowing light of midnight entertainment beneath my pillow, cued by the romping of adult footsteps
Envying stupidity, admiring assertiveness, believing in lies, trusting to a fault
Constructing for the sake of deconstruction hoping for an inspiration to build
Not caring, not feeling; just being and enjoying
Eva Salins Pd. 5
ReplyDeleteBuilding blanket forts between chairs in the living room with my brother
Playing cards and dice with my parents after dinner when we're all home
Making music videos with my friends on my phone every time we hung out
Riding my bike to my best friends house around the corner and pranking her brother
Dancing with my brother and sister to "Be a Man" while making a cornucopia every year on the night before thanksgiving
Sleeping on cushion in my parents room when I was sick or got scared from a nightmare
watching Disney Channel at 5am before my parents woke up
- The family dinners we used to have every Sunday night.
ReplyDelete- The family trips we used to take every summer together.
- The all-nighters to finish a book.
- The weekly visits to the cemetery every Saturday.
- The annual ancestor worship traditions.
- The visits to the cultural festivals at different high schools.
-The warmth of my friends all surrounding me when I need them the most
ReplyDelete-Listening to Frank Ocean while driving on country roads in the company of people I love
-The time of day where the sun hits the trees with its vigorous orange glow
-Swimming in my best friend’s pool from dusk till dawn and wondering how I still wasn’t tired
-The high pitched giggle of my youngest sister when I put rainbow sprinkles on her strawberry ice cream
-Star gazing at the empty field where my middle school once stood
For me...
ReplyDeleteA nice cold coca cola on a hot day
Waves as they approach me on the beach
The sound of skateboard wheel
Mesmerizing Travis Scott melodies at 3am
The sunlight that wakes me up on a Saturday mourning as i'm sleeping in
Young Thug's "Slatt"
Period 2
ReplyDelete-The thrill of skimming the pages of a newly bought book
-Sitting on the back porch and watching the trees brimming with lights let off by fireflies
-Swimming in my pool at night and watching the bats swoop low to catch bugs
-Closing my eyes and hearing the sound of the ocean when my family visited the beach
-The smell of freshly made pumpkin bread as it came out of the oven
-Working together with my sisters to build extravagant blanket forts and going on countless adventures
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ReplyDeleteChristine Gomes
ReplyDeletePeriod 5
Time has taken away from me
my joy of homework⎯now treating it more like a chore than a hobby,
my time with friends and family⎯all too busy with everyone else besides each other
songs that I grew up with⎯now I listen to the lyrics and understand the root of their feelings,
forts⎯how they used to be the safest place in the world, now we’re in a world where we’re told that college is the safest place in the world,
boys⎯they used to be a hazard for us little girls because they had cooties, but now seemingly our shoulders and our spaghetti straps are a hazard to them,
the rush of excitement I felt with a new book in my hands⎯this rush of excitement has been replaced with a cellphone I only have time for,
television⎯the only screen I’d have within reach and the only thing that had my attention in the early mornings,
and ultimately, slowness⎯I used to feel like a year lasted a decade, but now I feel like I blinked once and then the entire summer was over; like time has only gained speed the more it takes away from me.
ok i forgot a comma in one place and i'm trying really hard to not let it bother me
Delete— Smelling lemon poppy seed muffins that just came fresh out of the oven.
ReplyDelete— Crunching fallen leaves beneath my feet as I went around my block on my friend and I's daily walk.
— Listening to the little bell at the entrance of the bookstore my grandmother would take me to every time I visited her.
— Taking a cold shower outside our house on vacation, after spending all day at the beach in the hot sun.
— Laying on the carpet of my old living room, watching reruns on Disney channel with my sister.
— Hearing birds chirp cheerfully from outside my window, as I sat at my desk, focused on writing.
— Using my excited and nervous energy to fold and unfold my ticket in my hand, as I waited in line to get into the concert venue.
— Standing at the edge of the pier by my house in winter, looking over the water as the wind nips at my skin.
— Giggling as my friend and I tried to go as quiet as we could down the stairs, so we could have a midnight snack at our sleepover.
the odd sense of fulfillment that comes from completely reorganizing your room at 11:00 PM
ReplyDeletethe calming tranquility as you are alone with your thoughts
the sheer joy that comes from seeing your dreams come to life
the loneliness knowing that your family will grow to despise you, should they figure out the truth
the overwhelming sense of confidence knowing that you are the star of the show
the utter shock that comes from things working out WAY better than expected
the odd bashfulness of figuring out what do do as everyone sings happy birthday to you
the envy that comes from constantly being compared to someone better than you
the sense of sadness and accomplishment that comes from completing your favorite game, knowing there is no more content for you to explore
the hard-fought struggle of doing your best to meet everyone's standards
the embarrassment of sticking out like a sore thumb
the odd sense of confusion I get ALL THE TIME
the sense of unfulfillment, knowing that most achievements you have aren't truly earned through your own hard work and perseverance
the sense of cockiness when you beat your friends in Mario Kart
the sense of disappointment when you fail a test you thought was easy
the calming tranquility that comes from knowing you are alone with your thoughts
-the feeling of rubbing the satin ribbon on my childhood stuffed animal
ReplyDelete-the smell of my mom cooking Thai curry downstairs in the kitchen
-the feeling of nervousness from entering a new place where I had to interact with people
-the slight tremble in my legs from public speaking
-the excitement of being surprised by a boy for the first time
-the butterflies in my stomach before preforming
-the feeling of fear after a bad dream
-the warmth of my moms arms
-the sternness of my dad's voice
-the slight hum of the fan running in my room of 13 years
-the slight yellow tinge of light cast on my bedroom walls
(Caitlin Henderson pd. 2)
Delete-The smell of curry goat being cooked in the kitchen downstairs
ReplyDelete-The feel of cotton covers at the end of the day
-The feel of a hot shower after practice
-The soreness after a good workout day
-The anxiety before a game
-The Fulfillment after a win
-The vexation after a loss
-The feeling of my blood boiling after getting bad news
-The sound of my music on my speaker
-The feel of my xbox controller late at nights
-The warmth I get from eating my favorite foods
iurtirhgpoi
ReplyDeleteYulianna Portillo
ReplyDelete-The smell of the first day of school and walking down my driveway.
- The loud voices of my family walking in the door after a long day of being home alone.
- My grandmas cooking
- The feeling of swinging on a hammock with my cousins and realizing that everything was good.
- Waking up early on Sundays to watch old cowboy movies with my dad.
- The smell of the track on a good running day.
- waking up super early and dancing myself awake.
Alex Dessin
ReplyDeleteThe smell of the playground of my elementary school
I hear my grandmother asking me if I was hungry or needed food because of my skinniness
I smell Thanksgiving dinners from years ago
The feeling of waking up in the morning and the only thing I'm worried about is what to watch on TV
Waking up and not having anything I must do
The smell of my parents cars when they first got them
Falling asleep so early compared to when I always do nowadays
The joy and laughter of my family on Christmas day
ReplyDeleteThe sun touching my skin on a sunny day on the beach
The joy of my little sister's when I get home from school
My grandma baking with the smell all around the house
My crush walking in the hallways
The bounce of a basketball.