What Does it Mean to be "Middle Class?"

 I think being middle class means that a person/family's income isn't exactly rich, and isn't exactly poor. A person's class is based on their income, in my opinion. Because of this, if a person gets a job with a higher paying income, then the can change to upper class. In the same way, if a person starts to lose money, or they become unemployed for a long period of time, then they change to a lower class. Just because you are born into a certain class doesn't necessarily mean that you'll stay in that class for the rest of your life.

Autobiographical Incident

“Will she make it?” I asked my mom after school, concerned for my dog’s life. I felt like I was about to explode, just waiting for my mother’s answer. I wouldn’t dare to imagine how dreary and terrible the worst outcome of what she could say could be. Then she answered, “They don’t think so,” and I felt tears stream down my cheeks. Why did my dog have to get lung cancer?

            Over the next few days, we tried to save her life using medicine, which she was unresponsive to. Because she didn’t respond to the medicine, she was taken to the vet after a week to be put down. When everyone was home, we were all crying. It was probably the saddest day of my life. I felt like there was a dark, empty hole where my heart used to be, because I lost a wonderful, faithful friend who I knew for most of my life. I hadn’t even seen my father cry before, but he was crying along with all of us. Our house was a mourning, solemn storm cloud on that gloomy day.

            When someone you love or knew for a long time dies, it’s never easy. But nothing you do can change the fact that they’re gone. If you take forever to get over it and move on, it takes away from time you could have spent learning something new, making friends, or just be happy in general. Even though my dog could never say it, I knew she would want me to start being happy again and accept the fact I’d never see her again, rather than wondering, “If I knew she was sick, could I have saved her?” It’s healthy to be sad, but it’s healthier to move on.

            If you lose someone, it’s hard, but there’s more to life than just moping around about something that happens to everyone. Death is and always has been a part of life, and moving on doesn’t mean forgetting. The best thing you can do is remember the good times you had with them and how much they cared about you. If you can’t move on and feel better about life and the situation itself, distract yourself and try new things. Maybe you’re a natural at something you’d never realize you were until you try it. Also, just try to be optimistic, because while bad things are in store for the future, the good things always outweigh them.

Kick Off Question: September 12th

     If I could write about any topic for a narrative from my perspective, I would have to choose music. Not just playing music, but also listening to music. I love the warm feelings that music can give me, which always pulls me out of a bad mood. Playing music is just as great, whether I'm playing my guitar, or my violin, or just singing, music is always extremely fun. I like all kinds of music, and I can always appreciate the work that people put into their songs. Music would definitely have to be one of my favorite things in the whole world.

My First Talent Show

     Back in first grade, I entered a talent show for the very first time, and I was immensely nervous. Me and my friend were both in the same act, with her singing, and me playing guitar. There were so many butterflies in my stomach when we were about to go on the stage, but I pulled myself together and went on. I was probably as pale as a ghost, and sweating like a pig, but, luckily, I didn't faint, or do anything embarassing. I swallowed and started playing guitar.

     Then, I realized that I wasn't doing so bad. The notes being struck by the lightning bolt strings were sounding correct, to my amazement. I was feeling great about myself, and before I knew it, my act was over. The butterflies in my stomach flew away, and I felt very relieved, as if I had carried a heavy backpack, and finally got to take it off and rest. From then on, I felt less antsy when I had to do things onstage, and every time that I did things like that, it boosted my confidence for the next time.