Human Activities
"The stillness is so lifeless with no spirit in your soul, like children with no vision do exactly what they're told, being led into the desert for your strength will surely fade. Who is to blame? We'll surely melt in the rain."
~ Creed, "Say I" Running was never that interesting until Melissa convinced me to do cross country with her during my freshmen year. When I constantly beat Melissa and was the first finisher from our team in the states meet, I realized that I was good at running. My best time that year was 24:30.
We didn't get to compete during my sophmore year because we joined the team too late, but we still practiced with the team and our coach was eager to get us running. My junior year was my big come back. I beat my previous time by more than two minutes and rose to second best on the team. My senior year was even better as I consistently improved my time. I was amazed at how fast my times were getting. My last meet was the icing on the cake; I came in first place and shattered my previous best time by about thirty seconds, making my best time 21:23. I was also captain of the team because I was the only senior girl. That didn't work out too well because there were two juniors who thought I was a bad captain and tried to take over. I guess they were jealous because I was nicer to the freshmen than I was to them. They'll just have to get over it because I don't care.
I ran winter track my junior year, but was really bad at that too. I had just finished cross country so my muscles were in good shape, but track just killed me. After that, I never ran track again.
Band was an activity I would have spent more time in, if I had more time to spend on it. I only did marching band during my freshmen year, but I enjoyed it. I played tenor saxophone for marching band, but I was never able to memorize the music. My favorite part of marching band was the food at the football games and the marching part was okay too. We practiced marching up and down the roads behind and next to the school and in the parking lot. Marching band was a lot of work, but it was fun.
Cover PageUnlike most people on the team, one person tried a little too hard to be my friend. Marvin and I didn't really talk until the end of the season. We talked online, he burned a cd for me, and I thought that was the extent of our relationship. But no, Marvin wanted to be my friend and then he started stalking me. I told him that I was a mean person, but he didn't want to believe me. Since then, I have convinced him that I am not a nice person, but he still wants to be my friend. What is so good about me that he would want to be my friend so badly? Well, I can outrun him, so, if he ever starts chasing me, I can get away. I think he would be a good friend if I wasn't such a mean person. (Marvin! I'm just kidding! Don't get mad at me!) 
I've tried running track a few times, but never enjoyed it. I'm just not good at running shorter distances. I tried spring track my sophmore year and I was almost good at it. Toward the end of the season, my times were improving, but I developed new pains every time I ran. Then I was tripped at the beginning of a race and scraped up my leg pretty badly. My coach wanted me to run anyway even though I could barely walk. That was when I realized that my coaches didn't care about me at all and were just using me to score points for the team.My leg eventually healed, but I have a scar. 
Dedication
Introduction
Bound Brook and Ninth Grade
Why I Love My Job
My Car Rocks
Music I Listen To
My Thoughts On Life
Conclusion