I wonder whyI wonder where you werewhen I was growing up?All the memories we could have madeand times we could have passed.The smiles we would have seenform on each others felicitous facesand laughs we could have heardleaving our empty, exhausted lungs.Memoriable conversations we could have createdfrom the troubling thoughts in our heads and hearts.Oh, why weren't you therewhen I was growing up?These things we call livescould have been altered everlastinglyAnd we'd still talk like we used toyou and me.I'd still feel like I know youbut even when we were friends I never knew you.Always important but out of my reach.Here for a second in my life's scheme.We never cast that unbreakable bondand it broke once you were gone.I wish you were therewhile I was growing up,But you weren't.
NHS application essayThe activity I choose to talk about is piano. I have been playing piano since I was seven years old. It is something I am very passionate about and love doing. It also shows several aspects of what it means to be apart of the National Honor Society.One of the ideals of NHS is Character. Playing piano creates discipline and structure. A person who plays piano knows how to behave and when certain behavior is appropriate. An example would be in school. Lunch is a time for relaxation and rejuvenation. This is the time to joke with friends and have fun. Math class is a time of focus and learning. The only talking a student should be doing is when they have a question to ask. Except, this doesn't mean learning cannot be as enjoyable as it is helpful.This relates to the ideal of Scholarship. A person who understands the discipline of learning an instrument can also understand the discipline of education. Especially in America, education is disrespected and thrown away by many young students
You don't want themThe reason no one understand you is because you don't want them to understand.The reason you feel lonely is because you want to feel lonely.You want to be special.You don't want to be like everyone else.Just another human being.Just another typical basket case."No, I'm not like you! I'm different."But the fact of the matter is you aren't.You don't want to accept that people care,People understand,That you're not alone.And when you find yourself reading this and thinking"This is bullshit."It just proves my point.You can't accept it because you don't want to.You don't want to be normal because then who would pay attention right?But is it worth it to live life pushing people away?Is being "different" more important than your life?The fact is you're not differentYou only want to be.Try being independent for once.Instead of just a burdensome, lonely punk.Who no one likes to be around.
Sweet like SpringA year passes by like the seasons.Each gives a feeling with no reason.The blistering, yellow Sun warms the airas citizens flock to beaches and fairs.The orange and blackwith a smiling pumkin pack.The unforgivable white with unavoidable frightand the icy, cold snowman who always survives the night.Then, one day, pink, blue, green!Life becomes sweetly obscene.Death, sadness, the political scenedoesn't have any meaning.It's Spring! It's Spring!Now, everyone must singbecause spring is the one thingworth celebrating.