My Second Home
Dear Diary
Show choir is like my second home. The buzz of excitement wraps around me like a warm hug when I enter the choir room. The mirrors reflect a mix of familiar faces, each one glowing with passion and purpose. I’m not just a high schooler; I’m part of a family here.
Every school day except Fridays, we work on our shows. The director pushes us, but we push each other too. In between songs, laughter erupts as we share inside jokes and silly dance moves, making even the toughest rehearsals feel effortless. The ultimate thrill comes during performances. The bright lights, the cheering crowd—every moment feels electric. I can feel my heart race as we step onto the stage, and I know that I’m surrounded by friends who support me completely. Each performance isn’t just about the songs; it’s about the memories we create together.
Show choir is more than just singing and dancing; it’s a safe space where I can express myself without fear of judgment. No matter the challenges I face outside those walls, I know I have a second home, filled with love waiting for me. And in that space, I am free to be myself, growing alongside my show choir family, ready to take on the world, one note at a time.
— Cassidy Lacy
Happy Holidays
Dear Diary:
It was October 31st, 2015, it was starting to get dark and the temperature was dropping by the second. The block was filled with sugar-high screaming kids running around dodging cars like professional athletes.
My brothers and I were skipping down our street with our pillowcases pleading to be filled. Puffy coats were hanging off our shoulders as we sprint to the next house, purposely passing our cranky neighbor who gives out tootsie rolls. My dad was chasing after us, yelling for us to slow down so we didn’t slip on the slick pavement.
Slowing to a walk I looked up after a tiny snowflake landed on my hand. Little flurries swarmed the sky completing my mom’s ideal Hallmark movie scene. My dad seizing the opportunity, glanced back smiling said “Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.”
— Claire Miller
Parking Lot Mania
Dear Diary:
I was having the most awful day at school. I was done with everyone. World Civ was awful, as per usual, and my chem teacher was getting on my nerves. So I was very thankful to finally leave. I got to my car, started it up, and backed out. I called my mom while I navigated the parking lot because I needed to rant about how annoyed I was with everyone around me. I got through my parking lot, past the line of giant trucks with wheels too big, and then to the final stretch.
Almost there, I was stopped in the line with six cars in front of me, and then I would be on my way to work. I only had 15 more minutes to get there. BAM! My body jerked forward, I almost dropped my phone.
“SOMEONE JUST HIT MY CAR – MOM SOMEONE JUST HIT MY CAR” I looked back to see I had gotten rear-ended, and not just rear-ended, rear-ended by a freshman boy.
— Ellie Melton
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