Stream of Consciousness

Author's note: When I created this page it was ment to publish my writing that I create during our writing sessions. When reading this page please ignore the little mistakes. I do not edit and revise this page as much because if I review a stream of coniousness to much, it will no longer be a stream of coniousness, it would be a published writing piece. I like this kind of writing because it is where I make the most connections.

Fear

 

As I walk through the hallways of the school on a normal Monday afternoon, I am happy and content with how the day has gone. I have gotten everything done that I wanted to. It is about 1:45 and the school secretary calls up to the room. She tells another student, which then delivers the message to me, that my mom will be here in about 10 minutes and I need to gather my belonging and head down to the office.  My whole day changes.

I think to myself ‘why would mom be picking me up at this time?' She usually works until 4:30. I cannot wrap my head around it. So, as I am frantically gathering up my things my mind goes to a dark place. A place of fear and doubt. I think of all the bad reasons on why this might be happening. I tell myself to calm down. That something might have come up and I just had a doctor’s appointment or something like that, that I just didn't know about. So, after I calm down and head get down to the office.  The secretary tells me that my mother called because someone died or had to go to the emergency room or something like that.    

My heart stops. There I a split second of just paralyzing fear. Again my mind goes back to the dark place that is filled with fear. I think 'maybe my great - grandmother is in the hospital, or my dad got in a car accident, or the house was on fire!!!  Something that terrible. I go outside thinking that she would be here already but no. I was wrong. I stand outside; tears are just rolling down my face. I cannot handle the agony of the moment. The stress. The fear. As I wait the possibilities that go through my head are just terrible.

As my mom arrives I almost rip the car door of the car because I want to know what is going on right now!!! I try to appear as if I wasn't crying so I could stay strong for my sister in case anything that severe did happen.  The first thing I say to my mom is ‘Hello’. The second thing I say is ' What Happened?' she looks back at my little 4 year old sister in the back seat and then she looks at me. My sister is just balling. Her tears were worse than mine. I ask ''What Happened ' again. She tells me that my little sister got a hold of a plastic jewel and swallowed It! She explains the shape of the jewel and that one edge was pointy so she is afraid that I might poke around her inside. I control my breathing and turn to the front where I go into check on my get my sister from horizon.

 When we get into the E.R., she is taken from us to get some to get and x - ray done. She ends up being okay and everything was fine. We came home, she slept for the night. My heart beat had slowed to a normal pace and I took a breathe, and just smiled.




 Adventure

Author's Note: In this stream of consciousness our subject was 'waves'. As soon as that word came out of Mr. Johnson's mouth, I knew that I was going to right about an experience that I had at the beach. The beach seen that my mind went to is the camping trip late my family and I took last summer. We went up to Devil's Lake State Park, in Baraboo, WI. The scenery was amazing but, I will save that for a later date. In this piece I am just talking about my experience from when I first got there. During the revision process for this piece, I was trying to enhance my vocabulary to help the reader get a better view of what I experienced while I was there.

We arrive after a one and a half hour car ride. We are finally stopping to make ourselves lunch in the pavilion at a nature park. It is colder now then when we left. Goosebumps attack our bodies like dew on grass. We sit down, all 9 of us take up the pavilion. My whole family is together. My sisters, mother, father. And then our closes family friends are with us as well. Our dad's go out to the water and search for good fishing spots. We ladies stay and clean up the lunch and take everything back to our cars. As we are walking away from the pavilion we see a little gift shop We stop and get my little sisters girl scout patches for their vests. When we walk out of the pavilion we turn and see a beach. We all turn and look at each other with the same eager thoughts in our minds. At the same time we break out into speeds that we thought are unimaginable. We run straight down the shore line and stop before the water can touch our toes. Our mothers are so far away. We all plop down on the sand and wait for them to catch up. The littlest of us Is only 3 years old and just wants to keep running but our energy is out. We stare at them with eager eyes without having to say a word they know that our desire to go into the water is growing as our bodies are getting warmer and warmer from the running.

As our mother finally arrives we jump up and ask eagerly if we can go in. They tell us "Roll up your pant legs and you my put your feet in." As our toes touch the water the temperature sends chills up our spines. We are now cooled off and ready to go when from a distance we hear our dads calling. They have found this trail They say the scenery is beautiful and they have many cool rocks. We dry our feet of the best we can with napkins and slip on our flip flops and run over to see what they are talking about. As we enter the trees provide a canopy over us. We stand at the entry way eager to start the adventure.

Oven!

You and I are in the kitchen. With our heart oven mitts ready to take the first batch of our golden brown creation out of the oven. You could smell the aroma throughout the whole house. It was nothing but peanut butter and chocolate not matter where you went. I could not believe that the holiday season was already here.  Christmas was my favorite time of the year. Not because of the presents but because of the baking. I practically live in my kitchen the whole month of December. 

As I set down the tray of cookies on the heating pad I could not wait to eat these delicious creations. We make these cookies every year and now that I am old enough to make these by myself my mother gets to decorate the little glass jars that we pack the cookies in. My little sister stands there over the bag of chocolate Hershey kisses un-wrapping them one - by - one. She tries to sneak a few like I cannot see her but in all honesty, she is not that good at hiding things.

When the cookies are done cooling my little sister and I put one Hershey kiss in the center of each. Right before the chocolate starts to melt our mother carefully puts them in the glass jars that she just completed decorating. We put a bow on top with a tag saying who they are to. My mother, sister, and I finish cleaning up the kitchen as our dad loads the truck with the boxes of cookies. After we are all done we all get bundled up to conclude the delivery cycle.

When we return to our home, we sit down at out kitchen table to enjoy some hot chocolate and cookies ourselves. I think that is the reason is why I love the holidays so much. The time that I get to spend with my family. The laughter that is usually not heard because of the stress of school and work. We see and hear each other in a different way during the Holidays, Happy,  Healthy , and most importantly together!