I Wish I Was More Like...

My Grandma Ruth Ann is the most patient, strong, loving, and selfless person that I know. I’ve never met a person that can have over a dozen people in her house, and still be so patient, and make us all feel overwhelmed with love. Someday, I hope to be, just like her.
My grandma had her first kid, my Uncle Richard, when she was eighteen, with my Grandpa Frank. In the following years she had my mom Dawn, then my Uncle Lloyd, Aunt Elizabeth, and Uncle Kelly. For the most part, I would say that they behaved themselves as well as five kids could. Every once in a while they would do something bad. Like the time they accidently threw a potato through the window of their house. I, obviously, was not there but I can imagine their horror when the glass cracked, shattered, and then was strewn across the floor in the house. It’s at times like these that my grandma is as clam as anyone could possibly be.
There was this time, when I was about four, that I remember very well. I was looking through her jewelry, which wasn’t unusual. I still do that almost every time that I’m at her house. There was a necklace, and earrings that were a dark gold color. They both had a bunch of heart charms on them in different sizes and shapes, and when you picked it up, or moved while wearing them they jingled, and chimed. I was amazed by this new find, and wanted a necklace just like this for myself. But then, I realized that I didn’t have my ears pierced. How was I supposed to wear the earrings? Later that night, my grandma came up to me holding the necklace and a bracelet just like it that I hadn’t remembered seeing before. I looked at it with amazement as she explained that she had put the earrings together to make a bracelet. She gave them to me, and I wore them whenever I had a chance. I remember wearing them at my preschool graduation. And, even now, I still have them.
When I was in fourth grade, my grandpa Frank passed away due to a severe heart attack. This was a big deal for me; I had never lost a family member before. I missed about a week of school because we had to go up north, to my grandma’s for the funeral. The viewing wasn’t so bad, but the funeral was hard on all of us. Even though she had lost the person she loved more then anything, and knew the best, my grandma helped the rest of us stay on our own two feet for that long, sorrow filled weekend.
My grandma always puts others before herself, and supports us all in every way that she can. And it’s for the love, and support that I am most thankful for. Even when I’m having the worst day, I can think of her, and feel uplifted. I wrote this essay not only because I want to be like her, but because I would like to thank her for all that she’s done.

Other Girls Would Like This Book

This book is more of a girl's book I think then a guy's book. I think that mostly because it's about relationships, and things like that. Most of the guys I know that read Twilight thought that it was the absolute worst book in the history of man kind. This book isn't nearly as good as Twilight, but it's not a very "masculine" book. Most of the time, it's about Rhiannon, and Gloria, and why they hate each other because of things that happened in the past, and for the most part, guys my age hate each other because of some bad play they made in football, and then they do the man hug thing, and everything is fine after that. It's not big deal. Girls though, we hold grudges for a long time. We can hold them for our entire lives if we want to. So, there's a lot of things that guys just wouldn't get, because they're... GUYS. You know that saying "You wouldn't get it, it's a girl thing"? Well, it completely applies to this book, and everything that happens in it. There's this one part, where Rhiannon is all goo-goo ga-ga over Steve, and then when it shows James' point of view he just doesn't get why she could still like him. He didn't get it, because he's a guy, and he didn't get that Rhiannon thought that she was actually in love with Steve (which she wasn't because Steve is a... let's say jerk, and leave it at that), but at the time, James just didn't get it. Guys don't get a lot of things, because they're all filled up with testosterone, so they probably wouldn't like this guy, but most girls would.

I Am Nothing Like Any Of My Main Characters

The book I read was Take Me There by: Susane Colasanti. There were three different points of view. It started with Rhiannon, she's what you would call daring, and also very outspoken. Her best friends are James who is kind of quiet, and really smart. And the last point of view is Nicole, she's very... controlled I guess would be the thing to call it. She dresses really "in your face", but isn't like that at all. All three have very set views on the world, which I guess is kind of like me, but you never really know, because things change all the time. I am not at all like Rhiannon, she finds making big decisions easy, and I don't. Sometimes, it takes me a week to make a decision that could be life altering. James, I guess, is sort of like me, except he's a science and math nerd, and I'm not at all. He's sort of quiet around people that he doesn't know, and only has a few people that he can tell everything to. I'm a lot like Nicole, except that I don't dress very exotically and when it comes to men she has relationship problems. (Notice that I said MEN not stupid teenage boys) Her dad, abused her, so sometimes, she'll see something that can trigger a panic attack. I'm probably most like James. Especially in the sense that when I grow up, I want a huge house that has more space then anyone could ever need. I like math, but I'm not a genius in it. However, I like science, and want to be a anthropologist. I can be really quiet around people I don't know, and have an annoying brother, so I guess that I'm most like him.