best friend essay
Sarah Egas
September 25, 2013
English 9 6°
“I promise to go out of my way to see you as much as possible”, a promise we swore not to break after going our separate ways to high school. My best friend Marisa and I have been inseparable since the first day of kindergarten. Going to a very small Catholic school we all knew just about everyone there. Preschool through eighth grade there were a total of 140 kids with only one teacher per grade. My graduating class had only 24 students in the whole grade. Most of them, like me, had been there since kindergarten and are practically family. About all of my childhood memories, the good and the bad, were at that school with the most amazing friends I will ever have and whether it was complaining about mean teachers or not wanting to go to church they were always on my side. Now we see each other and keep in touch, but it’s just so weird not seeing their faces every day. Most of my friends, even my best friends, go to Marin Catholic. My brother went there and told me not to because he was miserable there, but don’t get me wrong they have a great education, just not the best teachers or the nicest students. Some of my friends like it, but most dread every moment they have to be there, like my best friend.
One of our favorite traditions was having a two-night sleepover on the 4th of July, but the summer of 2011 had to have been one of the funniest. We started out watching “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs” then falling asleep, but during the middle of the night we wake up screaming after hearing an enormous “RAWWRRR” and seeing the reflection of a dinosaur on the wall. It turns out the movie turned on by itself and continued to where we paused, and the reflection was just of the TV on the mirror in the room we were in. After that mortifying experience we played some card games and went back to bed. The next day was even funnier, we decided to go to the community pool. Being typical sixth graders we ate anything
September 25, 2013
English 9 6°
“I promise to go out of my way to see you as much as possible”, a promise we swore not to break after going our separate ways to high school. My best friend Marisa and I have been inseparable since the first day of kindergarten. Going to a very small Catholic school we all knew just about everyone there. Preschool through eighth grade there were a total of 140 kids with only one teacher per grade. My graduating class had only 24 students in the whole grade. Most of them, like me, had been there since kindergarten and are practically family. About all of my childhood memories, the good and the bad, were at that school with the most amazing friends I will ever have and whether it was complaining about mean teachers or not wanting to go to church they were always on my side. Now we see each other and keep in touch, but it’s just so weird not seeing their faces every day. Most of my friends, even my best friends, go to Marin Catholic. My brother went there and told me not to because he was miserable there, but don’t get me wrong they have a great education, just not the best teachers or the nicest students. Some of my friends like it, but most dread every moment they have to be there, like my best friend.
One of our favorite traditions was having a two-night sleepover on the 4th of July, but the summer of 2011 had to have been one of the funniest. We started out watching “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs” then falling asleep, but during the middle of the night we wake up screaming after hearing an enormous “RAWWRRR” and seeing the reflection of a dinosaur on the wall. It turns out the movie turned on by itself and continued to where we paused, and the reflection was just of the TV on the mirror in the room we were in. After that mortifying experience we played some card games and went back to bed. The next day was even funnier, we decided to go to the community pool. Being typical sixth graders we ate anything