Before this Christmas I had never seen the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, I had seen it on to TV and after Christmas when all the decorations were removed but never truly in its real glory. My family and I excitedly got on the train in the late morning of Christmas Eve. Once arrived we walked across the city to Max Brenner, I remember the smell of chocolate shocking my nostrils as I stepped in. I ordered pizza, but not just any pizza, nutella and marshmallow pizza. After lunch we then made or way to the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, anyone who has seen it knows that its way bigger in person than on TV. We went in the underground mall to waste some time until it got dark, where we got ice cream and hot chocolate. When the sun set we crowded around the Christmas tree and watched the concert under the tree. After much activities from the day we tiredly made our way to the train station, took a nap on the train and made it home early Christmas morning. We excitedly went to sleep waiting for Christmas morning to arrive.
We have been talking about this trip since middle school, it was the highlight of being in band 9th grade, some people only joined band to go on this trip. However it ended up being the worst trip I have ever been on. We all showed up at 6 AM at the high school and boarded the buses, the trip there was fun as I was with all my friends. We got to the high school in New Jersey played our pieces for the judges, watched the chorus and orchestra play/sing and then hurried outside. Only to find it pouring rain, our band teacher said that the park was open but we would not be going because of the weather conditions. The entire bus exploded, we chanted, we threw toilet paper and we even blasted our bands teachers least favorite song (Careless Whisper). We stopped for food for a short while and then boarded back onto the bus. The ride back felt like eternity, my legs stiffened, my nose stuffed and my head ached, we got caught in traffic and barley moved for over an hour. My seat mate payed a pointless road trip game with a student on the other side of the bus screaming over my head. After five long hours we finally arrived back at the school, it was officially the worst trip of my life.
As the summer turned into early fall the 2016 Presidential election heated up just as the school year had started. At first Donald Trump's campaign was comical but as it got closer to November everyone's jokes turned into cries of plea. The first debate however shut down everyone's worries. It was the first debate I had ever watched and I found it to be more of a roast off then a presidential debate however it was very entertaining. The next two I don't remember well but I do know going into election day I was confident Hillary was going to win. On the night of election day I watched the live results come in on my television, things were not looking well. Hillary had more votes in the poplar votes but Trump was winning most of the states. That night I barley slept as I would find the results of the election as I woke up. The next morning I arose to my television congratulating Trump on his victory, that day at school it was very quiet, there was slight talk of the end of the world and moving to Canada but nobody seemed like themselves. In February the televisions played hi inauguration as we watched during lunch and our new President was Donald trump. It was exciting to experience the process of electing a new president as the last time it happened I was in first grade however I think it became to personal between the candidates.
The blizzard of 2017 was one of the biggest in the past few years, when we finally returned to school after a day and a half of school closure the freezing temperatures and heavy wind had frozen over the snow making it an icy surface resembling a skating rink. Soon enough students had figured this out and began to "ice skate" in the courtyard, I heard about this craze but was unable to participate until my lunch period. However almost immediately after I had finished engulfing my lunch Mr. Hodge had kicked out everyone in the courtyard. We would have to wait until school ended and all the teachers left before everyone could venture back to the courtyard. Finally when the time arrived dozens of students skidded and slid across the courtyard, there were kids diving head first, attempting to play wall ball and many slipping and falling onto the hard ice. We had our fun until Mr. Hodge yet again kicked us out. Unfortunately the next day custodians locked all the doors to the courtyard thus ending the story of the Herrick's Ice Skating Rink.
As a freshmen I had never experienced battle before, all the upper class-men told us in middle school that it was the biggest event in high school and that we should really get involved with it. I was not really that excited about it, and my expectations going into it were low. The day of battle I remember walking into school and taking in the scenery of painted cardboard and dressed up students. I found my friends and we walked through the grades creations, I will admit it was pretty amazing what they did especially in one night (except for our grade, half of it was garbage bags taped on the walls). When school started we ripped off all our hard work and just like that school was back to normal. The day went surprisingly fast and at long last battle was beginning. When we ran in from the old gym to the new gym all of us were unaware that were supposed to make a dramatic entrance, only there wasn't anyone to enter on. Each grade made a more captivating than the others until the events began. I didn't sign up for any events however I truly wished I had however I still truly had a great time cheering on my grade. At the end we lost as expected, but it was till a great experience.
Coming off a cross-country season I was excited to start the next season winter track. After three weeks of training in the cold our first meet had arrived at the indoor track at St. Anthony's high school. I remember walking into the arena amazed at its size yet disgusted with the stale air which felt like eating cardboard every time you inhaled. As the events progressed I remember cheering on my fellow teammates until my event arrived the one-mile. As I clerked in with the other runners my nerves began to kick in making my legs turn to jelly and my stomach turn inside out. As the beginning heats went my nerves only got worse. The time between us lining up and the gun shot felt like eternity, as I was halfway through the agony of the air combined with the soreness of my legs became unbearable. What made it even worse was the mind aspect of the race since we had to run eight laps on this track rather than the traditional four. As I rounded my last turn and crossed the finish line I remember the stinging of my lungs as I collapsed against the wall. I'll remember this race not as my favorite in anyway but the most physically exhausting race to this day. Still this was the beginning of a great season and I look forward to running again next year.
Throughout the year we've had several lockdown drills in which we would hide along the walls, lock the door and wait until an announcement was made. However in late April the real thing happened, I currently had lunch when the announcement was made to go into lockdown. We were rushed through the kitchen down the stairs and into the pantry. Dozens of children filled the basement until we were crammed together. People became bored, hot and uncomfortable, anyone who started a conversation was bombarded with shushes. As the time went on the temperature rose and the cafeteria workers were forced to open the freezers to allow cool air in unfortunately I was sitting directly beside the door changing the temperature from sweltering hot to freezing cold. After what seemed like hours the police let us out and were shared our experiences about the incident. Tons of rumors were spread of what happened but all he teachers assured us there was no guns found on anyone.