Edited draft.
Write about a time when you learnt a lesson the hard way.
Walking along a path where the wind was blowing gently and steadily,
the outline of the setting sun blended with the flaming red. Today was mother's death anniversary. Mother had passed away exactly five years ago, and akin to drama series, accidents are always somehow related to their child - me.
That year, I was sixteen. If you ask around how do teenagers of my age act like, their answer will be " striving hard for their major exam " . That does not include me. Every night, I leave house when
the sun set below the horizon. Under my apartment, my " friends " and I would disturb the neighbours by knocking on the door and hiding at a corner, giggling upon the reaction of the
miffed neighbours. My daily routine was always the same, where I would return home
reeking of alcohol, and the
thunderous reactions I would get when my mother noticed my presence in the house.
But that day was different. I took a step further into my wrong actions. What would be the worst thing that somebody could consume? Drugs. I guess God had enough of my
fatuous actions. As soon as i put that pill into my mouth, the police came. My instincts urged me to run, as fast and as far as I could. As quickly as lightning, I hid at a corner of another block of flats. Hearing the footsteps of the officers, I trembled with fear. That was when somebody with familiar features
ambled past me.
" Son, why are you here? Who are you hiding from? Wait. Were you with those under our flat? " I held my breath as I heard the sound of several footsteps approach.
I was still found. But this time round, instincts told me to break free and run away. I pushed the crowd aside and tried to break free. I did. I could have
dodged the unwarranted punishment, but what came later was a life-time's sorrow. I saw mother roll down the flight of stairs, I did not know what I could have done. The police officer sprinted down the stairs, reaching out for her. But she landed with a
loud thud. Tears came streaming down my cheeks as i walked towards the crowd.
" Please...... Please let my son off. He is only sixteen... " Mother mumbled to the police officer as she held on to his sleeve tightly.
We all stood like statues, not daring to move even an inch. Time seemed to have stood still. The silence was unnerving. The policeman nodded his head slightly, giving my mother a sense of assurance. Her hands dropped from his sleeve and left with a smile on her face. At the very last second of her life, she used all her remaining strength to look at me, her face showed that she has alot of unspoken words, but she did not have the chance to now.
" Thank you. " She whispered wth gratitude after that, to the police officer, who
leaned back with a sigh as a bitter smile lingered on his face.
No words could explain my agony. I fell to my kness moaning in sorrow. That was the end. Extremely devastated, I took a last look at mother.
The moon disappeared as quickly as it had came. It had been five long years. Till now, I regretted my willful act that took mother away. If I had long listened to her, all those naggings that she gave, she would still be here with me now. The reverie faded, but mother's memories and words will always stay with me. I vowed to not learn any lessons the hard way anymore. Mother, I love you.
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Title: Pearlina Sim's essay (12)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I had always believed that
discreton is the better part of valor, as an ounce of discretion is worth a pound of wit. Being cautious is my second nature and I consider every possible outcomes deeply before making any decisions. My friends call me 'the thinker'. However, I have never thought i would doubt myself for anything at all.
I was the captain at my school's basketball team, and i have won many matches throughout my secondary school life. I planned strategies for the team carefully, and made sure no members l
et the cat of out the bag to allow risks of counter strategies from our opposing teams. Throughout the years, despite several defeated matches, I believe experience is the best teacher. I looked at the bright side of everything and
made hay while the sun was up during competitions.
It was
cold and wet with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land right before out international tournament. I had a bad omen that something would happen because of my twitching eyelids. The next day, confidence engulfed me when my team and i reached the stadium filled with colourful jerseys. But as time flies, my pulse raced as i scanned through the stadium, observing our competitors compete against one another. Little did i realise that my shallow plans were mere fundamentals that most teams would know, and have already come up with a better idea. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Our turn was only fifteen minutes away! I did not want to lose as it would affect my reputation as a captain. I was careless!
Perhaps with all the winning matches that i had have made my ego stronger, neglecting the fact that i was not the best out of the best. I did not want to inform my teammates as i fear it would affect their performance. Panic engulfed me. I was powerless and frantic. I had to come up with plan B fast! My mind was swirling, sweat covered me even before the match had begun.
Luckily, our coach came to me as he saw through my worries with his sharp observations. We came up with another strategy immediately, however, i had my reservations still. I had almost wanted to give up. There was give minutes left, I realised i could not stay like this anymore. I stood up, gathered the team and discussed with them. Although still feeling inferior, we went up to compete wholeheartedly. The game begun as the whistle was blown by the referee. I was still unsure and nervous throughout. Ten minutes passed, the opposing team had scored three. Every supporters had great disappointing expressions.
I knew i could not stay this way any longer. The team needed me. I had to be stable and confident with myself. I took in deep breathes while cheers echoed the stadium. Finally, i turned to the coach. He nodded his head signalling we could do it. Within split seconds, the opponent scored again. Strength came to me, for the school's pride continuous medals, I had to put emotions aside and play on seriously. I did it.
For the next twenty minutes, out team caught up with them. At the end of the game, we scored a ball more. It was a close shave. I had learn not to doubt myself anymore, as it almost robbed me of sweet success.
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Title: Revamped!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Good evening class!
I have re"decorated" the class blog. Personally i do not like navigating blogs, i find it troublesome and inappropriate, therefore i did not make it that way. Please comment if you have any suggestions, i am out of ideas!
Meanwhile, contact me for the email & password to post your essays here.
(P/S
Pls always check if the time of your post is correct under "Post Options" as it may be wrong.)
Email:
Pearlina_sim@hotmail.comxoxo
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