10 Sep. 2012
Essay One: Choices in Life
Over the years I have learned many valuable lessons, but not all of these lessons have impacted me as much as one did. The lesson that I will never forget is when I was in a physical fight. Unfortunately I learned my lesson the hard way. I know there will be people trying to get me mad, but I know how to control myself now. I like to tell people about what happened when I was in middle school, so they do not make the same choices I did. I learned to respect each and every person since then. Fighting is not how things have to be resolved because fighting always has negative consequences.
It all started in seventh grade in Fort Lupton Middle School. A girl named Heather was always verbally fighting with me. Heather was the type of girl who thought that she was too good looking for everybody else. She never liked to talk to anybody in class, and never wanted to help in group projects. Heather would always make facial expressions at me, such as roll her eyes. My classmates and I were verbally fighting with Heather in the long and dark hallways constantly, and it was getting worse every day. Heather could not stand looking at me, and I could not stand looking at her, either; I really disliked her.
One beautiful afternoon, about a dozen of my friends and I were at the park enjoying the nice, cool breeze. All of a sudden, we saw Heather walking home like she did every day. I got up and yelled her name, so we could talk. Heather came my way and looked scared of me, but I knew she was trying to pretend that she was not. That made me so furious that I wanted to teach her a lesson. I do not know what happened to me; it was like the devil got inside me.
My friends were yelling, “Hit that b****. Punch her already!”
People wanted me to fight Heather. I grabbed her hair and threw her on the grass. Heather was also pulling my hair, and I could see her hair in my hands. My hands were...