Best Friends Forever?_Always changing_Pointless_Necessary New Normal
Catalog Guide:
Best Friends Forever?
We were thirteen years old when Anna and I met at our first cheer lesson. It was clear from the start that she was a natural, with such poise she made it look easy. I, on the other hand, was more of a singer. I could shout the chants solo with gusto, but as soon as the group joined in, I turned it into a melody. My command was not as strong as Anna’s. The coaches didn’t take me seriously. In middle school, Anna made the Varsity Squad, while I only made the Junior Varsity Team. Due to boundary lines, Anna and I were destined for different high schools. She went to Jefferson High School, while I...
Always changing
One day I’m doing soccer and one day I’m doing baseball. I can’t select a hobby to do. I’m so overwhelmed by what is going on in my life that I don’t know what to do anymore to keep me busy. I keep on changing because I feel like if I keep on changing my hobbies I will finally find something that I will succeed in. My dad has always told me that one day I find a sport or class that fits my personality the best. Until then, I’m gonna keep on looking. I see all of my friends doing sports. One of them is doing baseball, one of them is karate, one of them is doing basketball and has been doing it...
Pointless
That’s it. This. This is the final straw. Getting up from my desk, I storm over to Sandburns office and throw my report in his face. I said, “So this is how you treat your employees, huh?” Unsurprisingly, he looked at me with shock. But I continued, “Do you think it’s funny to harass the people in this workplace?” He opened his mouth, presumably to stop me, but I wouldn’t let him. I slammed my palms down on the hard oak desk, knocking over a couple of pens and cheap knick-knacks. Glaring, I said, “I don’t care that you're the boss, I don’t care that yowww.onedoor.ccu get paid the most, I don’t care that you...
Necessary New Normal
The chill of the evening air whipped around the length of Teresa’s knee-length skirt. The damp fabric clung to her plump thighs with the weight of the soapy laundry water. The sunset cast a splendid array of orange and yellow hues across the almost cloudless sky. Teresa yanked the last piece of clothing; a heavy set cotton sweater from the plastic basin that was filled to the brim with rinsing water wringing it dry before clipping it next to a pink silk pajama pants to the clothesline that was now hanging low under the weight of numerous freshly washed garments. She stood, hands rested on her...