The one character trait I am proud of is my patience. I have developed this trait through many experiences and will use it in many more. A constant experience that I use my patience in is in each and every school day. This may seem silly but it is true.
One late winter night
I was sitting up in bed,
tomorrow was Christmas Eve and
thoughts were running through my head.
I thought of all the fun I would
have skiing with my friends,
ideas of routes up the mountain,
and presents Santa would send.
"I will wake up early to
ski the whole day!"
is the last think I thought before
my mind begun to stray.
Before I could think “Christmas Eve”
the day had arrived,
and beautiful snow
had finally arrived!
During that day of skiing,
I ate a full Christmas feast!
That was because I was
hungrier than a flock of geese.
Before I had a full day I was back in bed,
thinking of the toys to be played with tomorrow, on Christmas.
A family member that I have a great connection to is my Grandma Rita. She is not my real grandma; she is my dad's step mom. However, I have grown up felling like she is my real grandma. She is always cooking, and her house always smells like fresh choclate chip cookies or Thanksgiving turkey. Although I do not go over there often when I do I always cook with her, making the best choclate chip cookies in the world. We sometimes go to the movies and have lots of fun. She has two houses, a apartment in Saint Louis and a house here, so she is only here about half the year. Whenever I smell the smell of freshly baked cookies, I think of her. She is as good of a grandma as a cook, and I love her very much.
I remember the day Obama was elected president (for the first time). It was a momentous day. Halfway through my third grade year, we were about to study presidents in depth the next week. In that grade each student had to look at the presidents and then they got to choose one to study. Nearly everyone in my class wanted to get Obama; well, I know I did. I assumed that others wanted that as well when the teachers announced that we would not be able to choose him as our president. The next year (Class of 2016), one of the students was allowed to reachsearch him, and I was mad. “Why could they do it and not us?” I thought. Now when I am older, I understand the teachers had to do it ,or their project would have no facts in it. These are my memories related to Obama's Election.