Essay, poem, short story

Topic: describe one of your grandparents

essay:

I always thought I had one of the most generous down to earth grandma’s in the world. My grandma Sharon was 73 years old when she passed away. I miss her dearly, and its too bad god took her so soon. Most people my age still have their grandmas, and its sad to her the word “grandma” because I think of mine.

She died of Parkinson’s disease last year on December 4^th 2009. It was a horrible disease to suffer from, so I know she is in a better place with her parents. Till this day I felt like I didn’t spend enough time with her. The disease took her so soon; it was a nightmare to my family and I. Most of the time when she had the disease she wasn’t herself, so I couldn’t spend quality time with her. The reason why is she was on so much medication sometimes she didn’t know my name or who I was. She was very sensitive to medicine so it affected her brain and mind. As time went on she ended up in a nursing home.

The good memories stick to me as I block out most of the bad. When I was little she used to surprise me by picking me up from school and taking me out for ice cream. When I was home sick from school I would go over her house and she would take care of me. She would feed me chicken noodle soup and hot tea to sooth my throat. We would play cards for hours and watch the game shows on T.V. I loved going to her house because she always had the best food, knowing me I love to eat. I wish I could go back in time and see her lovely face and her great hospitality again.

Poem:

Death did us apart,

But my memories will never fade

I could talk to you about anything the chatterbox that you were,

Led our conversations last for hours.

Drinking hot tea and playing cards,

You always kept me smiling with your jokes and humor.

The kindness from your heart made me feel right at home,

You were my second mother at heart.

short story:

Graduation

One of my important milestones in life was my graduation. I had my graduation party the same day as my grandma’s birthday. My family and friends celebrated two very special days. It was a hot summer day with all the people I loved in my life around me. We barbequed the best food, played volleyball and basketball all day. The best part of it all was gifts.

Before all this my grandma was heavily medicated for five months in the year 2007. She was practically losing her mind. So the doctor told her to get off the medication and in two weeks she was back to her normal self. My family and I were so happy she could celebrate with us in a good mental state. My grandma was super excited I was graduating and even helped with mailing the invitations with my mother. I was so blessed she was their on my graduation because I thought she wouldn’t be able to in all. She was unable to stay all day because she was uncomfortable in her wheel chair, but gave her so much credit.

Yedda Morrison: word is football

After school on a sunny day the neighbor hood kids come out to Barchester Park and play football. I am one of those kids who raced out the door after eating a snack to play a game of ball. I always make sure I bring my water bottle and dress in sweats, or any clothes I don’t care to get grass stains on. I am the only girl who is playing on the field, which didn’t bother me at all. I told the boys to two hand touch me instead of tackle. Everyone knew everyone in the neighborhood it’s like a big ol’ family. They say I play good for a girl and I am never last to get chosen on a team, which makes me happy.

As we all know girls cant join and play tackle football for the high school. I think it’s a sexist sport. Many women out there enjoy watching football but that’s all they can do. If there is a way to let women play professional football I think I would be quite entertaining than men. For example, I know many men that think women’s basketball is more enjoyable to watch then the NBA. I don’t think it would be wise to let the boys play with the girls, but I do think girls should verse the girls in football games.

Football is a popular sport that everyone plays where I live. Kids choose football over any other sport. Every Friday in the fall semester at my old high school they have football games. The stands are full of students and parents it is ridiculous. The cheerleaders are smiling and cheering proud for the Wild Cats. My friends and I are screaming on the top of our lungs rooting for our school too, drinking hot chocolate from the stands because it is so cold. There is nothing better than watching high school football and mingling with friends on a Friday night.

At my old high school they just start playing tackle football called power puff. This game is tackle football for girls against the Plymouth Canton Educational Park. There is three schools in one park so they play against each other. They do not have any protection like helmets or shoulder guards when they play. A lot has changed when I left and it makes me wonder if years later they will start a tackle football for girls.

I know when it’s a Sunday when my mom is curled up on the couch watching football in the afternoon, checking up on her football picks. Football reminds me of the fall action of October through November. The temperature is decreasing slowly while the leaves fall off the trees. I am the one who has to rake up all the leaves which is a pain that I never look forward in doing. There is a distinct smell of fall that I love and it reminds me of the beginning of the school year and how long I have to wait for summer to come back.