The day my dog had to be put down was probably the saddest day in my life to date. The dog was about the same age as me at the time maybe a few months older when she died. Her name was Nikki and she died of cancer in her lungs.
When we were at the vet they had to lift her up on a steel table that was too small or her body and lay her down on it. When they attempted to lift her she whined in pain but didn’t bite or scratch she just whimpered a little and looked at me with her big, brown chocolate eyes.
Then when they put the needle in her it looked as if she didn’t feel it and then they just injected the sleeping medicine in her and she passed out. My entire family cried. Nikki had always been around our family and nobody was ready for her to leave us, as early as she did but there was nothing we could do. The cancer had been too advanced in its stages and the best treatment the had would only have given her 3 more months to live before she was even in more agony than before. All this was going through my mind as they put her down and all I felt was emptiness. It was like a void in my soul had been ripped open and there was nothing left in my chest but my other dog and my parents and close friends. To this day I still feel the pain when I hear the song that played on the radio as we left the clinic.
It was back in the fourth grade, I was walking around at the annual Halloween Party at Silver Gate Elementary School. Every year they held a raffle, where they gave out awesome prizes; every year I would enter myself in it destined to win. This was my last year at the school, I had never won before, but I was desperate. As I got older, the technology increased and what they gave out increased two. Like every other school, they gave out things like dinners or gift cards. Usually they would have two grand prizes, this year it was a new bike and day of private surf lessons. I expected to only get like a $5 Starbucks card, but that wasn't what it came to be. I was waiting in line to get a self portrait done of me in my witch costume. Just as I was next, they started announcing the raffle winners. The kept going down the line, I never heard my name, and every time someone won my chances were turned more and more minimal. I pretty much gave up when they started to announce the upcoming raffle for the grand prizes. My thoughts were trying to fly off in a different direction, to avoid the disappointment that haunted me. "And now we will be raffling off our voucher for surf lessons, you can choose between a day of private lessons or a week of surf camp. Each are worth $100. And the winner is..." The Principal announced. I honestly knew I had no choice. Even though I always won multiple things at the SeaWorld Marina drawings, I had never been able to be blessed with a prize at the school Halloween Party. "Lisa Scott!" I won! Well my mom won! But, she doesn't want to surf. So I won! I couldn't handle the excitement that rushed throughout my veins. I told the people that I would be back soon, so I could get my prize. I don't think I had ever ran faster before than I did that night. I was so enthusiastic, that there was no way to calm me down. My goal at elementary school was complete!
It was a Saturday at Mission Beach. I was sitting with my friends holding my raffle tickets waiting for the numbers to be called. First it was a t-shirt. Then a gift card. Then another t-shirt. All in a row. I couldn't believe my luck. Three prizes in a row. Then they stopped saying the numbers until later in the day. Then later, they started saying the numbers again. Another gift card. Then a surfboard leash. My friends still didn't win anything. Then I saw it. There were five surfboards that would be raffled off at the end of the day. I kept saying that I was going to win one of those surfboards. After lunch, at about 3:00 in the afternoon, we went inside the restaurant that would finish the raffle. The only items left to be raffled off were the five surfboards. The first number was called off. It wasn't even close to any of my numbers. The second number was called. The same result happened. Then the third number was called. I knew I had it. It was my last ticket that I had bought. I got up and retrieved my prize of a big, brand new, bright blue surfboard. I was shocked. I had just won a surfboard! The numbers continued, but I just made sure they didn't match any of my other numbers. I won so many things that day. It was amazing.
The time had come and the dentist had entered the room. It was just he and I alone with no one else. He took an x-ray of my tooth and told me that the root I had was huge and that there might be a lot of pain involved. I began to get very scared but I still did not move. He started to clean his tools and get ready to take my tooth out. He pulled his chair over to me and started asking me question like how old I was and if I flossed or not. Then he began to numb my mouth so I would not feel as much pain as I could have. Finally I opened up my mouth and he attached my tooth to his tool. Nothing hurt at first until he started to jerk it back and forth while blood gushed out of my mouth. It was one of the worst pains I had ever felt. In my mind I was screaming but nothing came out my mouth. The pain was non-stop for like a minute but it felt like an eternity. Finally the tooth came out and all the pain melted away.
Sean wake up we are almost in Boston.” I told my sleeping friend. “Wake me when we get their or wake me when we are landing" he said still sleeping. It is 2009 and some of our school went to the east coast. This is know as the east coast trip. it is one of the most exciting trips middle school. About 100 or so kids raise enough money to go on but some get bad grades and don't get to go. Our first city was Boston and I was really excited about going to the east coast. I have been on the east coast before but not as far as Boston. I have played video games about it and have heard many things
As soon as we got down close enough to see the ground I was amazed at two things. number on was it looked nothing like I thought it would, and number two was that it was greener than I expected. as soon as we got of and got into the buses I got to meet our new bus driver for the rest of the week. His name as we called him was bear he loved to sing so every time we left a place for good we had to sing the goodbye song. "Man I love the east coast." I said in my head
I looked down at the gorgeous scene in front of me. The birds flew by in welcome, whistling. It was the first day of summer, and the sunshine was beaming down onto my friend and me. I was starting to feel sticky from the sweat that was forming on my forehead. Already I could tell that the day was only going to get hotter, which was exactly how I wanted it. A smile was on my face as I felt the hot sand burn my feet. It was that time of the year. When school was over and when you just felt better. There was nobody to tell you what to do. It was just you and the beach. Finally school was out. It was time to relax and enjoy the months of freedom that were ahead of me. The cool blue ocean came up the beach and touched the ends my toes. It was still a little chilly, but in a couple weeks, it would be the perfect temperature. Everything seemed to be going perfectly. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the birds seemed to fly a little higher, and the ocean seemed to be even prettier. How could such a beautiful beach exist? It was beyond words. Just looking at it made me want to stay here forever. To let this moment keep going and let the sun keep shining. It was like everything gleamed and sparkled with the same emotion I had: pure joy and happiness. I looked over at Maya who flashed her teeth at me. I smiled back. We both just started laughing for no reason in particular. It was a perfect moment in time. We walked along the beach and put our towels down. I couldn’t wait to go into the ocean.
I looked down at the gorgeous scene in front of me. The birds flew by in welcome, whistling. It was the first day of summer, and the sunshine was beaming down onto my friend and me. I was starting to feel sticky from the sweat that was forming on my forehead. Already I could tell that the day was only going to get hotter, which was exactly how I wanted it. A smile was on my face as I felt the hot sand burn my feet. It was that time of the year. When school was over and when you just felt better. There was nobody to tell you what to do. It was just you and the beach. Finally school was out. It was time to relax and enjoy the months of freedom that were ahead of me. The cool blue ocean came up the beach and touched the ends my toes. It was still a little chilly, but in a couple weeks, it would be the perfect temperature. Everything seemed to be going perfectly. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the birds seemed to fly a little higher, and the ocean seemed to be even prettier. How could such a beautiful beach exist? It was beyond words. Just looking at it made me want to stay here forever. To let this moment keep going and let the sun keep shining. It was like everything gleamed and sparkled with the same emotion I had: pure joy and happiness. I looked over at Maya who flashed her teeth at me. I smiled back. We both just started laughing for no reason in particular. It was a perfect moment in time. We walked along the beach and put our towels down. I couldn’t wait to go into the ocean.
It was finally the last day of school, actually the last 10 minutes of school. Mrs.Giggleburger put on a movie an hour earlier, even though nobody was watching it, they were watching the clock. Every minute that ticked down brought me and everyone else that much closer to summer.
Second by second the clock ticked down. My heart was pumping; summer was so close I could taste it. The classroom was loud with the murmurs of the summer’s activities everyone was going to participate in. Time seemed to pass so slowly that every minute seemed like an hour. I could not help myself from looking at the clock only to be diminished by the little time that had passed.
Finally 30 second remained until summer’s glory; the count down would soon begin. Nobody could sit still with the knowledge of the little time left. I tried to watch the movie to draw my attention away from the clock, then it began, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. BUZZZZZ the bell finally rang and everyone ran out of the classroom door into the summer’s wonders.
I sat on the couch, bored, tired, and anxious... How many times had I refreshed this page? Over and over again I clicked the button, disappointment flickering on Andrea and Isabella's faces every time the same page opened. When were we going to find out if we made the team? What would we do if we didn't? How would we react if our numbers were missing on that list- all the work for nothing? So many unanswered questions I had, and still the page wouldn't load. My bones ached from countless practices of the same routine over, and over again. It was etched into my brain, but I figured while I waited I might as well practice some more. We turned up the music, and began to settle into formation. My hair swirled and arms moved, swishing back and forth to the music. Tight arms, clap! Then loose again...but never over think it! I let the familiar moves take over my brain, and let my body do the rest...following the girls, but tuning them out at the same time. As the music ended, my breath began to slow, loud heaves coming from my throat.
All at once, as if we were all in tune to each other's brains, we ran back to the computer. Refresh! Nothing. Again! And yet still, nothing. 9:36, the time read...8-10 o' clock the squad would be posted. When would the anxiety end? Had I messed up my arm movements? Was I offbeat? I was late for the ending, wasn't I. Insecurities flooded my brain, and I blocked them out as I began to hope, hope that I made it- Hope that we all made it. Refresh! Still nothing. I stared at the wall, examining the beige stucco imprints I had sat next to for so long. Suddenly, as if summoned by our sighs as we refreshed the page once again, Isabella's mom ran up to all of us. "Go to the home page!", she said. "The numbers are up!" I saw the girls excite, and my brain juices began to go into overdrive.
We clicked the HOME button, and there it was: The 2009-2010 Cheer Roster. We studied the numbers under JUNIOR VARSITY. I scrolled down to the 50's...There it was! 58! My number! I had made the team! I heard Isabella and Andrea squeal as they saw theirs as well. This could not have been more perfect! We all screamed, hugged, screamed, and hugged some more. It was all worth it. The nights coming home at 10:30 from practice, repeating the song lyrics over and over again, the painful gymnastics lessons... I was so happy I couldn't feel my toes- I couldn't feel anything! I had worked hard, and in the end I actually accomplished my goal! We had done it; we'd made the team.
Ready, in position, I was standing at the starting line of the track, lunged down focused on the hurdles. I knew of course that it was just a school P.E. track meet, but there were still just as many butterflies, and just as much competitiveness, and just as much excitement. We were going for time, is what I told myself. So even if I was losing by a long-shot, or winning by a mile, I was going to run as fast as I could jumping over all of the obstacles better and more efficient than all of the other girls. I had raced once before, and was now up against the girl that had gotten only seconds behind me.
I continued to stare down the track at my P.E. teacher, waiting for her to blow the whistle signaling the start of my particular race with only one other girl. I squinted to spot that she put the whistle in her mouth, raising both of the stopwatches in her hands clear for us to see. Then, before I knew it, she blew the whistle faster than my reflexes could trigger. I didn’t move a quarter of a second, waiting for my brain to register that the whistle had blown, and then to tell my legs to start moving. Then off I was, already worrying about whether or not my steps would be right. The first hurdle came and I hopped over like a gazelle, took two steps and next thing I knew the next hurdle was there. I repeated the same and hopped over with my alternate leg, which reassured that my steps would be perfect.
More hurdles kept coming, about 7, and I could see the edge of the hurdles, the space between the last hurdle and the finish line in which I would have to run even faster than before to assure my win. I was glad that I could put my long legs to use as I took lengthy, but quick, strides between each obstacle. Second to last hurdle, the last was now. It was just underneath me and as soon as I hit the ground after it, I sprinted towards the end shoving my head forward. Passing the finish line, I slowed down and went back to the teacher. My time was 7:10 and I had won.
I will never forget the day of June 1st 2009; I was just out skateboarding with my friends like any normal day. That day we decided to go to a school called Crawford high school in kerney Mesa. I was there with about 4 friends and we were just doing what we love to do. We arrived at Crawford and we pulled up to the spot that we intended to skate. It was a 9stair rail but each stair was bigger than normal size, there was a handrail to the far right of the stair built to help people and down the stairs, but that’s not what we saw it as. When we looked at this safety feature to this stair we saw a perfect skate spot to grind along the rail. Some people e think that skateboarders are crazy for the way we look at things. Some people will look at a piece of modern art and just think art, but we will look at the same thing and think of what tricks we are going to do on it.
W looked at the rail for a moment and then we finally decided to give it a couple tries. My friend went first as 2 of us filmed him doing it. He gave it about 2 or 4 tries before he pulled it off. Every one in the group was stoked for him. Then it came to be my turn. I looked at the rail. And thought of either how cool it would be if I landed it or how painful it would be of a happen to fall. I rolled up to the rail a few times as if I were going to do it just to get the feel of it, then it came the time to give it a try. I rolled with a well amount of speed. I gave it my best Ollie to get on top of the rail, next thing I knew I was on top of this gigantic railing gliding downward. I jumped of my board when I got to the end and landed on my feet off the board. I gave it 2 more tries and I did the same thing. On my fourth try I had full confidence and cameras rolling and I knew I was going to do it. I was skating up to the railing with a good feeling but then as I popped my Ollie I knew something went wrong. My front foot flew off the board as if I jumped off. I looked down to see the awful sight of my left leg on one side of the rail and my right leg on the other. I was terrified of the consequences. I knew I was in for a hard fall. I closed my eyes and try to pretend I was going to be okay. I hit the rail with full force right between my legs. I lay there on the ground with a sharp shooting pain. The first couple seconds I couldn’t breath, I was just laying there with no way to ignore what just happened. I got up of the ground and limped around for a few minuets, my friends were in shock just as I was. But as pain does, it went away, I was not permanently injured but it was bad. I also hurt my right foot and my left shoulder as well. I recovered now and if I were giving the chance I would do it again.
It was a hot, sticky, and humid night on the island of Oahu. My sister Courtney and I were sitting on the balcony of hotel room listening to our I-pods and over looking the sparkling moonlit water. My Mom, Step-dad Tom and my two younger sisters were all inside. My mom called my cousin and I into the frigid air-conditioned room. She said she had something to tell us. I sat on the soft white linen comforter that was spread across the bed. I was shaking not knowing if the news was good or bad. I remember thinking, “ were in Hawaii, it was amazing nothing bad can happen.”
We sat in silence for what felt like two hours, which was actually about two minutes. I looked around the room, I saw my mom’s eyes start to water, I hate seeing my mom cry, though I had no idea what was going on I felt the cold salty tears start to run from my eyes to my chin and watch them drip off onto the comforter. My mom finally looked each and everyone one of my sisters and I in the eyes. She started to speak, she said, “earlier I got a call from grandpa Kevin” she paused. Then continued again, “ girls grandpa Kevin said that earlier today grandpa Bob passed away.”
Chills ran up my spine, I didn’t know what to think or say. Tears started rushing down my face like a dam had just broke and the water had nowhere to go besides out from behind it. The room got even colder then before, but I could barley pay attention to anything. My mom, sister Ariana and I were the only ones that were really affected by it. My mom held me close to her and we cried together, we cried for a long time. I finally stopped and gasping for air as I finally stuttered out the words, Why mommy? How did he die? She simply answered “he was sick, and god needed him up in heaven” I laid my head on the plush feather pillow and right before I shut my wet tired eyes I whispered to my mom, I hope he will remember me. My mom whispered back, “ baby girl he will always remember you, and he will always be with us, I love you.” I said I love you back and took one last look at the dark quiet room and went to sleep.
I’ve been sitting here for what feels like for ever I’m at my aunts house and my parents have old me that I have to behave myself. They also made me ware a nice shirt and pants. I’ve been sitting at this one table for hours listening to my relatives talk about books and taxis and other things that I can’t even begin to understand. I'm more board than I've ever been in my life
I thought about leaving. They wouldn’t really care; in fact they were to busy talking nonsense to even realize I was gone. I looked over at my brother and could tell he was thinking the same thing.
Without making a noise I slipped down under the table. The cloth came down on all sides and no one could see me. I crawled down to the other end of the table and taped my brother’s leg and he slipped down besides me, we crawled out near a wall and crawled behind it. I looked back and I was right no one even noticed. We ran off finally being able to do something fun. ciesbist
I remember the day vividly. My mom had called the surfboard shapers factory asking for there address. My surfboard had been ready for a few days but my mom had not had the time to drive out to Escondido to pick it up. Finally on Saturday my mom asked me if I wanted to go pick up my board and I said excited, “Yeah definitely!!” I was very excited I had given the shaper the design I wanted but I couldn’t wait to see it on my actual board. I wanted to see how the colors blended together under the glass. I went from a rapidly beating heart to mild excitement on the drive. I was looking outside the window staring at the trees when I heard my mom say, “Nathan I think we’re here.” That is when I really noticed that I was about to get my brand new custom made surfboard. When I stepped out of the car I could already smell the resin from other surfboards that were also drying. When I walked in the door of the factory the shaper was leaning against the wall. When he heard the door open he looked over at us and fingered for us to follow him. He led us straight to my board and he didn’t even have to tell me I knew it was my board I looked at it I picked it up and I loved it. It was exactly what I wanted it to be. I couldn’t wait to try it out in the water!!!
My friends were having a party but my dad didn’t let me go. I was very upset because I had been looking forward to it for a while. He said that I couldn’t go because he had a surprise for me. I usually love surprises but I didn’t care about this one because I was still upset and I couldn’t imagine what would be better than the party. But I had no choice and so I got ready for the surprise anyways.
My dad told me that I needed to get dressed up for my surprise. So I took a shower, did my make-up, and got in some of my nice clothes all the while still angry with my dad for keeping me from the party.
While I was waiting for my dad to get home from work so he could surprise me, my best friend called. I had lived in Oklahoma a few years before and my best friend still lived there. I was very excited to get her call because I love talking to her. After exchanging hello’s, she asked me a question. She asked me if I would believe her if she told me that she was standing on my porch. I said no because she had told me before that she was going on a vacation with her family. But just to make sure, I looked out my front window and there she was. I screamed so very loud and hugged her so very tight. I found out that this was the surprise and I was much more content with the surprise than the party.
It was summer so I was just lounging around my house when my phone rang! I answered it on the second ring. It was my friend, who sounded really excited. I asked her what was going on and she said, “I’m going to Disneyland!”. I felt kind of disappointed because I had been talking to her about going to Disneyland that summer and she said she was going to ask her mom if she could go. I said, “Wow that’s really cool! You are so lucky!”. I still felt that pang of jealousy because I had really wanted to go. She then continued on to say, “Ya, well my dad cant go but we bought 3 tickets so I have an extra one…”. At first I didn’t even think about what she was going to say so I asked her who she was going to take. She said “If you can, I was going to invite you!”. At that moment I felt so excited! I was going to go to Disneyland! I immediately said “Ya I would love to go! But I need to ask my parents first”. I ran into the kitchen and practically shouted the question to them. They got this scared look on their face but they said as long as I did my chores that summer, I was allowed to go. I couldn’t believe they were actually going to let me go! I was really excited so I turned back to my phone and told her that i could go. She said that that was awesome and that she had to go. I said bye and hung up and then went to thank my parents. I was happy for the rest of the day.
Vignette By: Myles Hopkins And His Cruddy Skate Session!
Yesterday was the first time I had even landed a backside-board slide mine-spin out on my rail, which I had received for Christmas last year. It was mid day and the sun was peaking over the trees on my block. The light rained down on me like an ant under a magnifying glass. It was a hot and muggy out and I felt like I had been laying on frying pan. I had just got out of my house and set up my rail for my daily skate session. I was getting bored so I had decided to try something new for a change. Backside-board slide mine-spin out. It was hard to to flick that board after coming off the rail and I had been trying so hard to land this trick. But I just couldn’t get the board under my feet, as I was coming off that buttery rail. Try after try, I stuck it so many times but I just wasn’t able to roll away. It was so difficult just to get that shuve-sexchange with out the board slipping from beneath my feet. I was so frustrated because of the simplicity of the tick. But then came that glorious moment… When felt like I was king of the world; I finally landed it! The feeling was so great I couldn’t believe it. Man I hate cruddy skate sessions!
I remember the day I got my dog like it was yesterday. My mom and I drove all the way to Las Vegas to get him. I have seen pictures when he was just a week old. He was the cutest boxer I have seen. When we arrived to Las Vegas 10:42 pm exact, my mom told me that we for the next day because my grandparents were bringing him from Indiana and they haven’t arrived yet. I was thinking of a name for him. Since he was a boxer I decided to call him Tyson.
The next day I woke up around six in the morning. I was confused for a second because I woke up in a room that I didn’t recognize. My mom and I went to a hotel the nigh before and I was half awake because it was about twelve am. I got up and woke my mom up. She told me to go back to bed because it was so early but it was nearly impossible for me to fall asleep because I was so excited to get my dog. After watching the clock for about 2 hours my mom woke up and said to get ready to get Tyson.
My uncle Luke and my aunt Sarah came out with my grandparents. We went to go get breakfast. I ate my food as fast as I could but I still had to wait for everyone else to finish. After that we went to get Tyson. I was so excited. When we got there Tyson was lying on the floor and when he saw me he got up and jumped on my knees. I picked him up and he licked my face. After that we drove back to San Diego.
I came into class from lunch and I was still hyper. I sat down and Nina started talking about some vignette thing that we were supposed to do. So I sat there trying to think of anything special or “memorable” that have happened to me so I could do my vignette. Well I was there trying to think of something interesting but I couldn’t and I was really mad because the things that had happened were to long or just didn’t seem right so instead I started writing about how I cant think of anything. I asked Jocelyn what I should write about but the ideas she gave me didn’t apply to me, and then Mrs. Mejia’s told us to stop talking but I really needed help so she told me to write about right now, and I did. So I’m sitting here with nothing going through my head sitting for this class to be over. It s really weird because we just heard thunder outside and it was just really sunny. Everybody’s already posting their comment on the \blog and I’m barely on my second paragraph. I feel mad because I can’t think of anything better to do. We have like 14 minutes left and I spent like the whole first 10 minutes drawing. I’m really bored and I’m trying to finish this as fast as I can because I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m thinking of after school and what I’m going to do. I’m probably going to o get a java chip frapuccino because their good. Well im also thinking about promotion and what color dress I want. well I finished my two paragraphs so im done! :]
I came into class from lunch and I was still hyper. I sat down and Nina started talking about some vignette thing that we were supposed to do. So I sat there trying to think of anything special or “memorable” that have happened to me so I could do my vignette. Well I was there trying to think of something interesting but I couldn’t and I was really mad because the things that had happened were to long or just didn’t seem right so instead I started writing about how I cant think of anything. I asked Jocelyn what I should write about but the ideas she gave me didn’t apply to me, and then Mrs. Mejia’s told us to stop talking but I really needed help so she told me to write about right now, and I did. So I’m sitting here with nothing going through my head sitting for this class to be over. It s really weird because we just heard thunder outside and it was just really sunny. Everybody’s already posting their comment on the \blog and I’m barely on my second paragraph. I feel mad because I can’t think of anything better to do. We have like 14 minutes left and I spent like the whole first 10 minutes drawing. I’m really bored and I’m trying to finish this as fast as I can because I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m thinking of after school and what I’m going to do. I’m probably going to o get a java chip frapuccino because their good. Well im also thinking about promotion and what color dress I want. well I finished my two paragraphs so im done! :]
My Vignette One Wednesday afternoon my teacher, Ms. Mejias, told us to write a vignette. Nina had just taught us that a vignette I couldn't think of anything that I would call a "memorable" moment to write my vignette about. Miriam and I were trying to give each other ideas about what to write about but Ms. Mejias said we weren't supposed to share. I was mad because I couldn't get any ideas of what to write about and because Ms. Mejias was right behind me, which was making me feel pressured to write about something. I think Ms. Mejias got tired of seeing my screen blank so she told me that I should write about not being able to find something to write about. As I finished my first paragraph I started to feel relieved because I only had one paragraph left. Now I'm just writing what I'm thinking because there is nothing else to write about. I'm starting to feel kind of bored because the bell is about to ring and I just want to finish. If I don't post this on her blog she's not going to let me leave.
What was the Great Awakening and how did it influence a new way of thinking among the colonists?
The Great Awakening was a religious movement to the colonies. The people got emotional because of The Great Awakening. A new England preacher jonathan Edwards set off the Great Awakening in the coloies. The Great Awakening aroused bitter debate. The people who supported the movement often split away from their old churchest from new ones. The Great Awakening con tributed in another way to the spread of democratic feelings in the colonies. Many of the Awakening's new preachers were not as well educated as most ministers. They aregued that book learning was less important than preaching from a heart filled with the holy spirit.
What was the Great Awakening and how did it influence a new way of thinking among the colonists?
The Great Awakening was a religious movement to the colonies. The people got emotional because of The Great Awakening. A new England preacher jonathan Edwards set off the Great Awakening in the coloies. The Great Awakening aroused bitter debate. The people who supported the movement often split away from their old churchest from new ones. The Great Awakening con tributed in another way to the spread of democratic feelings in the colonies. Many of the Awakening's new preachers were not as well educated as most ministers. They aregued that book learning was less important than preaching from a heart filled with the holy spirit.
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The day my dog had to be put down was probably the saddest day in my life to date. The dog was about the same age as me at the time maybe a few months older when she died. Her name was Nikki and she died of cancer in her lungs.
When we were at the vet they had to lift her up on a steel table that was too small or her body and lay her down on it. When they attempted to lift her she whined in pain but didn’t bite or scratch she just whimpered a little and looked at me with her big, brown chocolate eyes.
Then when they put the needle in her it looked as if she didn’t feel it and then they just injected the sleeping medicine in her and she passed out. My entire family cried. Nikki had always been around our family and nobody was ready for her to leave us, as early as she did but there was nothing we could do. The cancer had been too advanced in its stages and the best treatment the had would only have given her 3 more months to live before she was even in more agony than before. All this was going through my mind as they put her down and all I felt was emptiness. It was like a void in my soul had been ripped open and there was nothing left in my chest but my other dog and my parents and close friends. To this day I still feel the pain when I hear the song that played on the radio as we left the clinic.
It was back in the fourth grade, I was walking around at the annual Halloween Party at Silver Gate Elementary School. Every year they held a raffle, where they gave out awesome prizes; every year I would enter myself in it destined to win. This was my last year at the school, I had never won before, but I was desperate.
As I got older, the technology increased and what they gave out increased two. Like every other school, they gave out things like dinners or gift cards. Usually they would have two grand prizes, this year it was a new bike and day of private surf lessons. I expected to only get like a $5 Starbucks card, but that wasn't what it came to be.
I was waiting in line to get a self portrait done of me in my witch costume. Just as I was next, they started announcing the raffle winners. The kept going down the line, I never heard my name, and every time someone won my chances were turned more and more minimal. I pretty much gave up when they started to announce the upcoming raffle for the grand prizes. My thoughts were trying to fly off in a different direction, to avoid the disappointment that haunted me.
"And now we will be raffling off our voucher for surf lessons, you can choose between a day of private lessons or a week of surf camp. Each are worth $100. And the winner is..." The Principal announced.
I honestly knew I had no choice. Even though I always won multiple things at the SeaWorld Marina drawings, I had never been able to be blessed with a prize at the school Halloween Party.
"Lisa Scott!"
I won! Well my mom won! But, she doesn't want to surf. So I won! I couldn't handle the excitement that rushed throughout my veins. I told the people that I would be back soon, so I could get my prize. I don't think I had ever ran faster before than I did that night. I was so enthusiastic, that there was no way to calm me down. My goal at elementary school was complete!
It was a Saturday at Mission Beach. I was sitting with my friends holding my raffle tickets waiting for the numbers to be called. First it was a t-shirt. Then a gift card. Then another t-shirt. All in a row. I couldn't believe my luck. Three prizes in a row. Then they stopped saying the numbers until later in the day.
Then later, they started saying the numbers again. Another gift card. Then a surfboard leash. My friends still didn't win anything. Then I saw it. There were five surfboards that would be raffled off at the end of the day. I kept saying that I was going to win one of those surfboards.
After lunch, at about 3:00 in the afternoon, we went inside the restaurant that would finish the raffle. The only items left to be raffled off were the five surfboards. The first number was called off. It wasn't even close to any of my numbers. The second number was called. The same result happened. Then the third number was called. I knew I had it. It was my last ticket that I had bought. I got up and retrieved my prize of a big, brand new, bright blue surfboard. I was shocked. I had just won a surfboard! The numbers continued, but I just made sure they didn't match any of my other numbers. I won so many things that day. It was amazing.
The time had come and the dentist had entered the room. It was just he and I alone with no one else. He took an x-ray of my tooth and told me that the root I had was huge and that there might be a lot of pain involved. I began to get very scared but I still did not move.
He started to clean his tools and get ready to take my tooth out. He pulled his chair over to me and started asking me question like how old I was and if I flossed or not. Then he began to numb my mouth so I would not feel as much pain as I could have.
Finally I opened up my mouth and he attached my tooth to his tool. Nothing hurt at first until he started to jerk it back and forth while blood gushed out of my mouth. It was one of the worst pains I had ever felt. In my mind I was screaming but nothing came out my mouth. The pain was non-stop for like a minute but it felt like an eternity. Finally the tooth came out and all the pain melted away.
Sean wake up we are almost in Boston.” I told my sleeping friend. “Wake me when we get their or wake me when we are landing" he said still sleeping. It is 2009 and some of our school went to the east coast. This is know as the east coast trip. it is one of the most exciting trips middle school. About 100 or so kids raise enough money to go on but some get bad grades and don't get to go. Our first city was Boston and I was really excited about going to the east coast. I have been on the east coast before but not as far as Boston. I have played video games about it and have heard many things
As soon as we got down close enough to see the ground I was amazed at two things. number on was it looked nothing like I thought it would, and number two was that it was greener than I expected. as soon as we got of and got into the buses I got to meet our new bus driver for the rest of the week. His name as we called him was bear he loved to sing so every time we left a place for good we had to sing the goodbye song. "Man I love the east coast." I said in my head
I looked down at the gorgeous scene in front of me. The birds flew by in welcome, whistling. It was the first day of summer, and the sunshine was beaming down onto my friend and me. I was starting to feel sticky from the sweat that was forming on my forehead. Already I could tell that the day was only going to get hotter, which was exactly how I wanted it. A smile was on my face as I felt the hot sand burn my feet. It was that time of the year. When school was over and when you just felt better. There was nobody to tell you what to do. It was just you and the beach. Finally school was out. It was time to relax and enjoy the months of freedom that were ahead of me. The cool blue ocean came up the beach and touched the ends my toes. It was still a little chilly, but in a couple weeks, it would be the perfect temperature. Everything seemed to be going perfectly. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the birds seemed to fly a little higher, and the ocean seemed to be even prettier.
How could such a beautiful beach exist? It was beyond words. Just looking at it made me want to stay here forever. To let this moment keep going and let the sun keep shining. It was like everything gleamed and sparkled with the same emotion I had: pure joy and happiness. I looked over at Maya who flashed her teeth at me. I smiled back. We both just started laughing for no reason in particular. It was a perfect moment in time. We walked along the beach and put our towels down. I couldn’t wait to go into the ocean.
I looked down at the gorgeous scene in front of me. The birds flew by in welcome, whistling. It was the first day of summer, and the sunshine was beaming down onto my friend and me. I was starting to feel sticky from the sweat that was forming on my forehead. Already I could tell that the day was only going to get hotter, which was exactly how I wanted it. A smile was on my face as I felt the hot sand burn my feet. It was that time of the year. When school was over and when you just felt better. There was nobody to tell you what to do. It was just you and the beach. Finally school was out. It was time to relax and enjoy the months of freedom that were ahead of me. The cool blue ocean came up the beach and touched the ends my toes. It was still a little chilly, but in a couple weeks, it would be the perfect temperature. Everything seemed to be going perfectly. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the birds seemed to fly a little higher, and the ocean seemed to be even prettier.
How could such a beautiful beach exist? It was beyond words. Just looking at it made me want to stay here forever. To let this moment keep going and let the sun keep shining. It was like everything gleamed and sparkled with the same emotion I had: pure joy and happiness. I looked over at Maya who flashed her teeth at me. I smiled back. We both just started laughing for no reason in particular. It was a perfect moment in time. We walked along the beach and put our towels down. I couldn’t wait to go into the ocean.
Vignette
It was finally the last day of school, actually the last 10 minutes of school. Mrs.Giggleburger put on a movie an hour earlier, even though nobody was watching it, they were watching the clock. Every minute that ticked down brought me and everyone else that much closer to summer.
Second by second the clock ticked down. My heart was pumping; summer was so close I could taste it. The classroom was loud with the murmurs of the summer’s activities everyone was going to participate in. Time seemed to pass so slowly that every minute seemed like an hour. I could not help myself from looking at the clock only to be diminished by the little time that had passed.
Finally 30 second remained until summer’s glory; the count down would soon begin. Nobody could sit still with the knowledge of the little time left. I tried to watch the movie to draw my attention away from the clock, then it began, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. BUZZZZZ the bell finally rang and everyone ran out of the classroom door into the summer’s wonders.
I sat on the couch, bored, tired, and anxious... How many times had I refreshed this page? Over and over again I clicked the button, disappointment flickering on Andrea and Isabella's faces every time the same page opened. When were we going to find out if we made the team? What would we do if we didn't? How would we react if our numbers were missing on that list- all the work for nothing? So many unanswered questions I had, and still the page wouldn't load. My bones ached from countless practices of the same routine over, and over again. It was etched into my brain, but I figured while I waited I might as well practice some more. We turned up the music, and began to settle into formation. My hair swirled and arms moved, swishing back and forth to the music. Tight arms, clap! Then loose again...but never over think it! I let the familiar moves take over my brain, and let my body do the rest...following the girls, but tuning them out at the same time. As the music ended, my breath began to slow, loud heaves coming from my throat.
All at once, as if we were all in tune to each other's brains, we ran back to the computer. Refresh! Nothing. Again! And yet still, nothing. 9:36, the time read...8-10 o' clock the squad would be posted. When would the anxiety end? Had I messed up my arm movements? Was I offbeat? I was late for the ending, wasn't I. Insecurities flooded my brain, and I blocked them out as I began to hope, hope that I made it- Hope that we all made it. Refresh! Still nothing. I stared at the wall, examining the beige stucco imprints I had sat next to for so long. Suddenly, as if summoned by our sighs as we refreshed the page once again, Isabella's mom ran up to all of us. "Go to the home page!", she said. "The numbers are up!" I saw the girls excite, and my brain juices began to go into overdrive.
We clicked the HOME button, and there it was: The 2009-2010 Cheer Roster. We studied the numbers under JUNIOR VARSITY. I scrolled down to the 50's...There it was! 58! My number! I had made the team! I heard Isabella and Andrea squeal as they saw theirs as well. This could not have been more perfect! We all screamed, hugged, screamed, and hugged some more. It was all worth it. The nights coming home at 10:30 from practice, repeating the song lyrics over and over again, the painful gymnastics lessons... I was so happy I couldn't feel my toes- I couldn't feel anything! I had worked hard, and in the end I actually accomplished my goal! We had done it; we'd made the team.
Ready, in position, I was standing at the starting line of the track, lunged down focused on the hurdles. I knew of course that it was just a school P.E. track meet, but there were still just as many butterflies, and just as much competitiveness, and just as much excitement. We were going for time, is what I told myself. So even if I was losing by a long-shot, or winning by a mile, I was going to run as fast as I could jumping over all of the obstacles better and more efficient than all of the other girls. I had raced once before, and was now up against the girl that had gotten only seconds behind me.
I continued to stare down the track at my P.E. teacher, waiting for her to blow the whistle signaling the start of my particular race with only one other girl. I squinted to spot that she put the whistle in her mouth, raising both of the stopwatches in her hands clear for us to see. Then, before I knew it, she blew the whistle faster than my reflexes could trigger. I didn’t move a quarter of a second, waiting for my brain to register that the whistle had blown, and then to tell my legs to start moving. Then off I was, already worrying about whether or not my steps would be right. The first hurdle came and I hopped over like a gazelle, took two steps and next thing I knew the next hurdle was there. I repeated the same and hopped over with my alternate leg, which reassured that my steps would be perfect.
More hurdles kept coming, about 7, and I could see the edge of the hurdles, the space between the last hurdle and the finish line in which I would have to run even faster than before to assure my win. I was glad that I could put my long legs to use as I took lengthy, but quick, strides between each obstacle. Second to last hurdle, the last was now. It was just underneath me and as soon as I hit the ground after it, I sprinted towards the end shoving my head forward. Passing the finish line, I slowed down and went back to the teacher. My time was 7:10 and I had won.
I will never forget the day of June 1st 2009; I was just out skateboarding with my friends like any normal day. That day we decided to go to a school called Crawford high school in kerney Mesa. I was there with about 4 friends and we were just doing what we love to do. We arrived at Crawford and we pulled up to the spot that we intended to skate. It was a 9stair rail but each stair was bigger than normal size, there was a handrail to the far right of the stair built to help people and down the stairs, but that’s not what we saw it as. When we looked at this safety feature to this stair we saw a perfect skate spot to grind along the rail. Some people e think that skateboarders are crazy for the way we look at things. Some people will look at a piece of modern art and just think art, but we will look at the same thing and think of what tricks we are going to do on it.
W looked at the rail for a moment and then we finally decided to give it a couple tries. My friend went first as 2 of us filmed him doing it. He gave it about 2 or 4 tries before he pulled it off. Every one in the group was stoked for him. Then it came to be my turn. I looked at the rail. And thought of either how cool it would be if I landed it or how painful it would be of a happen to fall. I rolled up to the rail a few times as if I were going to do it just to get the feel of it, then it came the time to give it a try. I rolled with a well amount of speed. I gave it my best Ollie to get on top of the rail, next thing I knew I was on top of this gigantic railing gliding downward. I jumped of my board when I got to the end and landed on my feet off the board. I gave it 2 more tries and I did the same thing. On my fourth try I had full confidence and cameras rolling and I knew I was going to do it. I was skating up to the railing with a good feeling but then as I popped my Ollie I knew something went wrong. My front foot flew off the board as if I jumped off. I looked down to see the awful sight of my left leg on one side of the rail and my right leg on the other. I was terrified of the consequences. I knew I was in for a hard fall. I closed my eyes and try to pretend I was going to be okay. I hit the rail with full force right between my legs. I lay there on the ground with a sharp shooting pain. The first couple seconds I couldn’t breath, I was just laying there with no way to ignore what just happened. I got up of the ground and limped around for a few minuets, my friends were in shock just as I was. But as pain does, it went away, I was not permanently injured but it was bad. I also hurt my right foot and my left shoulder as well. I recovered now and if I were giving the chance I would do it again.
It was a hot, sticky, and humid night on the island of Oahu. My sister Courtney and I were sitting on the balcony of hotel room listening to our I-pods and over looking the sparkling moonlit water. My Mom, Step-dad Tom and my two younger sisters were all inside. My mom called my cousin and I into the frigid air-conditioned room. She said she had something to tell us. I sat on the soft white linen comforter that was spread across the bed. I was shaking not knowing if the news was good or bad. I remember thinking, “ were in Hawaii, it was amazing nothing bad can happen.”
We sat in silence for what felt like two hours, which was actually about two minutes. I looked around the room, I saw my mom’s eyes start to water, I hate seeing my mom cry, though I had no idea what was going on I felt the cold salty tears start to run from my eyes to my chin and watch them drip off onto the comforter. My mom finally looked each and everyone one of my sisters and I in the eyes. She started to speak, she said, “earlier I got a call from grandpa Kevin” she paused. Then continued again, “ girls grandpa Kevin said that earlier today grandpa Bob passed away.”
Chills ran up my spine, I didn’t know what to think or say. Tears started rushing down my face like a dam had just broke and the water had nowhere to go besides out from behind it. The room got even colder then before, but I could barley pay attention to anything. My mom, sister Ariana and I were the only ones that were really affected by it. My mom held me close to her and we cried together, we cried for a long time. I finally stopped and gasping for air as I finally stuttered out the words, Why mommy? How did he die? She simply answered “he was sick, and god needed him up in heaven” I laid my head on the plush feather pillow and right before I shut my wet tired eyes I whispered to my mom, I hope he will remember me. My mom whispered back, “ baby girl he will always remember you, and he will always be with us, I love you.” I said I love you back and took one last look at the dark quiet room and went to sleep.
I’ve been sitting here for what feels like for ever I’m at my aunts house and my parents have old me that I have to behave myself. They also made me ware a nice shirt and pants. I’ve been sitting at this one table for hours listening to my relatives talk about books and taxis and other things that I can’t even begin to understand. I'm more board than I've ever been in my life
I thought about leaving. They wouldn’t really care; in fact they were to busy talking nonsense to even realize I was gone. I looked over at my brother and could tell he was thinking the same thing.
Without making a noise I slipped down under the table. The cloth came down on all sides and no one could see me. I crawled down to the other end of the table and taped my brother’s leg and he slipped down besides me, we crawled out near a wall and crawled behind it. I looked back and I was right no one even noticed. We ran off finally being able to do something fun.
ciesbist
I remember the day vividly. My mom had called the surfboard shapers factory asking for there address. My surfboard had been ready for a few days but my mom had not had the time to drive out to Escondido to pick it up.
Finally on Saturday my mom asked me if I wanted to go pick up my board and I said excited, “Yeah definitely!!” I was very excited I had given the shaper the design I wanted but I couldn’t wait to see it on my actual board. I wanted to see how the colors blended together under the glass.
I went from a rapidly beating heart to mild excitement on the drive.
I was looking outside the window staring at the trees when I heard my mom say, “Nathan I think we’re here.” That is when I really noticed that I was about to get my brand new custom made surfboard.
When I stepped out of the car I could already smell the resin from other surfboards that were also drying. When I walked in the door of the factory the shaper was leaning against the wall. When he heard the door open he looked over at us and fingered for us to follow him. He led us straight to my board and he didn’t even have to tell me I knew it was my board I looked at it I picked it up and I loved it. It was exactly what I wanted it to be. I couldn’t wait to try it out in the water!!!
My friends were having a party but my dad didn’t let me go. I was very upset because I had been looking forward to it for a while. He said that I couldn’t go because he had a surprise for me. I usually love surprises but I didn’t care about this one because I was still upset and I couldn’t imagine what would be better than the party. But I had no choice and so I got ready for the surprise anyways.
My dad told me that I needed to get dressed up for my surprise. So I took a shower, did my make-up, and got in some of my nice clothes all the while still angry with my dad for keeping me from the party.
While I was waiting for my dad to get home from work so he could surprise me, my best friend called. I had lived in Oklahoma a few years before and my best friend still lived there. I was very excited to get her call because I love talking to her. After exchanging hello’s, she asked me a question. She asked me if I would believe her if she told me that she was standing on my porch. I said no because she had told me before that she was going on a vacation with her family. But just to make sure, I looked out my front window and there she was. I screamed so very loud and hugged her so very tight. I found out that this was the surprise and I was much more content with the surprise than the party.
Vignette
It was summer so I was just lounging around my house when my phone rang! I answered it on the second ring. It was my friend, who sounded really excited. I asked her what was going on and she said, “I’m going to Disneyland!”. I felt kind of disappointed because I had been talking to her about going to Disneyland that summer and she said she was going to ask her mom if she could go. I said, “Wow that’s really cool! You are so lucky!”. I still felt that pang of jealousy because I had really wanted to go. She then continued on to say, “Ya, well my dad cant go but we bought 3 tickets so I have an extra one…”.
At first I didn’t even think about what she was going to say so I asked her who she was going to take. She said “If you can, I was going to invite you!”. At that moment I felt so excited! I was going to go to Disneyland! I immediately said “Ya I would love to go! But I need to ask my parents first”. I ran into the kitchen and practically shouted the question to them. They got this scared look on their face but they said as long as I did my chores that summer, I was allowed to go. I couldn’t believe they were actually going to let me go! I was really excited so I turned back to my phone and told her that i could go. She said that that was awesome and that she had to go. I said bye and hung up and then went to thank my parents. I was happy for the rest of the day.
Vignette
By: Myles Hopkins
And His Cruddy Skate Session!
Yesterday was the first time I had even landed a backside-board slide mine-spin out on my rail, which I had received for Christmas last year. It was mid day and the sun was peaking over the trees on my block. The light rained down on me like an ant under a magnifying glass. It was a hot and muggy out and I felt like I had been laying on frying pan.
I had just got out of my house and set up my rail for my daily skate session. I was getting bored so I had decided to try something new for a change. Backside-board slide mine-spin out. It was hard to to flick that board after coming off the rail and I had been trying so hard to land this trick. But I just couldn’t get the board under my feet, as I was coming off that buttery rail. Try after try, I stuck it so many times but I just wasn’t able to roll away. It was so difficult just to get that shuve-sexchange with out the board slipping from beneath my feet. I was so frustrated because of the simplicity of the tick.
But then came that glorious moment… When felt like I was king of the world; I finally landed it! The feeling was so great I couldn’t believe it. Man I hate cruddy skate sessions!
I remember the day I got my dog like it was yesterday. My mom and I drove all the way to Las Vegas to get him. I have seen pictures when he was just a week old. He was the cutest boxer I have seen. When we arrived to Las Vegas 10:42 pm exact, my mom told me that we for the next day because my grandparents were bringing him from Indiana and they haven’t arrived yet. I was thinking of a name for him. Since he was a boxer I decided to call him Tyson.
The next day I woke up around six in the morning. I was confused for a second because I woke up in a room that I didn’t recognize. My mom and I went to a hotel the nigh before and I was half awake because it was about twelve am. I got up and woke my mom up. She told me to go back to bed because it was so early but it was nearly impossible for me to fall asleep because I was so excited to get my dog. After watching the clock for about 2 hours my mom woke up and said to get ready to get Tyson.
My uncle Luke and my aunt Sarah came out with my grandparents. We went to go get breakfast. I ate my food as fast as I could but I still had to wait for everyone else to finish. After that we went to get Tyson. I was so excited. When we got there Tyson was lying on the floor and when he saw me he got up and jumped on my knees. I picked him up and he licked my face. After that we drove back to San Diego.
My Vignette
I came into class from lunch and I was still hyper. I sat down and Nina started talking about some vignette thing that we were supposed to do. So I sat there trying to think of anything special or “memorable” that have happened to me so I could do my vignette. Well I was there trying to think of something interesting but I couldn’t and I was really mad because the things that had happened were to long or just didn’t seem right so instead I started writing about how I cant think of anything. I asked Jocelyn what I should write about but the ideas she gave me didn’t apply to me, and then Mrs. Mejia’s told us to stop talking but I really needed help so she told me to write about right now, and I did. So I’m sitting here with nothing going through my head sitting for this class to be over.
It s really weird because we just heard thunder outside and it was just really sunny. Everybody’s already posting their comment on the \blog and I’m barely on my second paragraph. I feel mad because I can’t think of anything better to do. We have like 14 minutes left and I spent like the whole first 10 minutes drawing. I’m really bored and I’m trying to finish this as fast as I can because I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m thinking of after school and what I’m going to do. I’m probably going to o get a java chip frapuccino because their good. Well im also thinking about promotion and what color dress I want. well I finished my two paragraphs so im done! :]
My Vignette
I came into class from lunch and I was still hyper. I sat down and Nina started talking about some vignette thing that we were supposed to do. So I sat there trying to think of anything special or “memorable” that have happened to me so I could do my vignette. Well I was there trying to think of something interesting but I couldn’t and I was really mad because the things that had happened were to long or just didn’t seem right so instead I started writing about how I cant think of anything. I asked Jocelyn what I should write about but the ideas she gave me didn’t apply to me, and then Mrs. Mejia’s told us to stop talking but I really needed help so she told me to write about right now, and I did. So I’m sitting here with nothing going through my head sitting for this class to be over.
It s really weird because we just heard thunder outside and it was just really sunny. Everybody’s already posting their comment on the \blog and I’m barely on my second paragraph. I feel mad because I can’t think of anything better to do. We have like 14 minutes left and I spent like the whole first 10 minutes drawing. I’m really bored and I’m trying to finish this as fast as I can because I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m thinking of after school and what I’m going to do. I’m probably going to o get a java chip frapuccino because their good. Well im also thinking about promotion and what color dress I want. well I finished my two paragraphs so im done! :]
My Vignette
One Wednesday afternoon my teacher, Ms. Mejias, told us to write a vignette. Nina had just taught us that a vignette I couldn't think of anything that I would call a "memorable" moment to write my vignette about. Miriam and I were trying to give each other ideas about what to write about but Ms. Mejias said we weren't supposed to share. I was mad because I couldn't get any ideas of what to write about and because Ms. Mejias was right behind me, which was making me feel pressured to write about something. I think Ms. Mejias got tired of seeing my screen blank so she told me that I should write about not being able to find something to write about.
As I finished my first paragraph I started to feel relieved because I only had one paragraph left. Now I'm just writing what I'm thinking because there is nothing else to write about. I'm starting to feel kind of bored because the bell is about to ring and I just want to finish. If I don't post this on her blog she's not going to let me leave.
Nelson
Zaragoza
Period 2
The Great Awakening
What was the Great Awakening and how did it influence a new way of thinking among the colonists?
The Great Awakening was a religious movement to the colonies. The people got emotional because of The Great Awakening.
A new England preacher jonathan Edwards set off the Great Awakening in the coloies. The Great Awakening aroused bitter debate.
The people who supported the movement often split away from their old churchest from new ones. The Great Awakening con tributed
in another way to the spread of democratic feelings in the colonies. Many of the Awakening's new preachers were not as well educated as most
ministers. They aregued that book learning was less important than preaching from a heart filled with the holy spirit.
Nelson
Zaragoza
Period 2
The Great Awakening
What was the Great Awakening and how did it influence a new way of thinking among the colonists?
The Great Awakening was a religious movement to the colonies. The people got emotional because of The Great Awakening.
A new England preacher jonathan Edwards set off the Great Awakening in the coloies. The Great Awakening aroused bitter debate.
The people who supported the movement often split away from their old churchest from new ones. The Great Awakening con tributed
in another way to the spread of democratic feelings in the colonies. Many of the Awakening's new preachers were not as well educated as most
ministers. They aregued that book learning was less important than preaching from a heart filled with the holy spirit.
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