Happpppy Halloween

It was 2004 and it was Halloween. I was all dressed up in my pumpkin costume and I was ready to go trick or treating with all my little friends. I was so excited and couldn't wait to get tons of candy. As I looked around the streets there were tons of scary decorations on all the houses. I thought tonight was going to be the best Halloween ever. I had on a super cool pumpkin costume and I wasn't afraid of anything until i saw this super creepy house with barely any decorations. I walked up to it and everything went very quiet. All of the sudden I heard a loud growl, then a werewolf with a chainsaw popped out of the bush. I ran away faster than I ever had before in my life. I also peed my pants immediately. My Halloween was ruined.

The Outsider

One time I felt very outside was when I started playing football. I didn't really know many of the people and I had no experience with the sport. The way I handled it was by putting forth my best effort and striving to get better every day. Due to my lack of knowledge with the sport, a lot of the times I got funny looks and people didn't always treat me with the best care. As I played more and more and the season started progressing, i started to get to know a lot of the kids and became friendly with most of them. If I had to deal with these feelings on a regular basis, I would most likely not be that comfortable with myself.

Stepping out of the box

I believe that for this world to have creative we must have inequality as well. The division between people causes us to branch out and experiment new things that reflect off one another. If everyone was the same then then nothing would be different and people wouldn't feel a need to branch out of society and try something new. I believe that I relate to Harrison Bergeron the most because he branches out of society and risks his life just to do something new.

Suffering Child

There has been situations in my life where I had to choose whether to walk away or stay. Both of them had to do with someone being bullied. When I was in sixth grade one of my friends got pushed down by some eighth graders. I had to choose whether to step in or not. If I stepped in I knew I would get railed by these older kids. In the end I chose to walk away and let it blow over. I still feel guilty for leaving my friend but I did not feel like getting hurt that day. The other situation was when I was in eighth grade I saw some elementary kids getting pushed around by some kids in my grade. At my old school I was the tallest kid by far so I chose to step in and I was very successful. It felt a lot better to stand up for something rather than walk away.