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Everyone hears those horror stories where the young girl is home alone and there is a murderer in the house trying to kill her. Every kid is told not to answer the door or the phone when they are the only ones in the house. And movies upon movies have been made where the plot [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 31st, 2008 under Humiliations, Embarrassments and Huh?!?
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“Leah, hurry up the bus will be here any minute.” My mother yells up from the kitchen. I shove my towel and bathing suit into my backpack and jam my feet into my sneakers. As I leave my room I complete my mental checklist for camp. Sun lotion, check. Flip flops, check. Extra set of [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 31st, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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On a Monday afternoon in November my Mother told me that my grandmother, Gloria, was not feeling very well and we decided to go her nursing home to bring her favorite dessert, chocolate éclairs. My Grandmother did not feel like eating the éclairs, which was the first sign to me that something was wrong. My [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 31st, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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Dad…Dad…DAAAAAAAAD! Come on. let’s go, You PROMISED!” I whine. “Alright, alright, I’m coming” dad sighs and stops what he’s doing. I run down the stairs to get the popcorn ready, “You get the food, I’ll start the fire.” Dad says as he lumbers into the family room. Its winter break, my dad and I have [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 29th, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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He would chase us around the house, through the living room, through the kitchen, through the dining room, through the foyer, through the office, and back again. He would tickle us until we couldn’t breathe. We would attempt to come up with clever plots to distract him from catching us, but they never worked. We [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 29th, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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It was getting dark outside and dinner was almost ready; Dad would be home soon.
When I heard the rumble of the garage opening, it was time to take action. There were two different ways I would greet my dad at night when he finally got home from work. Option one was to wait in [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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He took my pencil. He wouldn’t give it back. I got mad and then next thing you know, I bit him.
I was in second grade and it was my first year in Jarrettown Elementary School. I moved from Cedar Grove Christian Academy in Philadelphia to this suburban area. I had no friends at this time [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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It was raining when we caught the train at the station in Fort Washington. It was only a light rain, and it was the middle of August, so it wasn’t too bad. My friend Mike and I met up with two other kids at the train station then joined up with three more girls when [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under Confessions of Serial Teenager
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“Step it up!” I yelled to my teammates as the first half drew closer to ending with every second. I didn’t want another 0-0 tie like last game, so I was determined to win or at least score a goal. Our defense stole the ball from Methacton’s top forward and sent it to Tyler at [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under Confessions of Serial Teenager
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It is beyond any doubt the most prestigious climb in cycling. Standing high at 3330 meters, Alpe d’Huez runs for 13.8 kilometers with 21 hairpin turns and an average incline gradient of 8.1%.
My dad had been talking about this vacation for months. He just couldn’t wait. My dad’s been an avid cycling fan his entire [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under Confessions of Serial Teenager
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My neighbor, Alex, has an especially large backyard. The yard extends into the outskirts of a nature-hiking walk area. The actual path for the nature-hike walk is located deep within the overgrowth of nature. My older brother Tim and I noticed that the area looked similar to a jungle which naturally excited us. We started [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 28th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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Christmas in Peabody, Massachusetts is unlike the traditional close-knit, small family get together I often hear my friends talk about when the holiday season approaches. They reminisce about Grandma’s homemade cookies and Grandpa telling stories by the fireside. This sort of Christmas holiday, however, is one I am a stranger to. Being a Greek family, [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 27th, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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I was only six years old, way too young to be roller skating by myself… or so my young mind constantly insisted. Despite my serious fear of the rink, my family still thought Saturday night pizza and roller skating at the Warrington Skating Rink was a perfect way to spend the evening. Although I knew [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 27th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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“BEIBSSSS!” I called down the hallway as I saw the familiar face standing at the row of lockers. It was the end of the day, and I knew I was probably the last person he wanted to see. He looked up and greeted me with the expected eye roll that he shot every time he [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 27th, 2008 under Humiliations, Embarrassments and Huh?!?
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We walked obediently in line towards the art room, our fingers over our mouths and our feet in line with Miss Epstein’s. We whispered through our “hushing” fingers, excited to see what holiday project Mrs. Wilkinson had in store for our second grade class. We filed into the room, hurried carefully past the supplies [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 26th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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Babysitters are stupid. It’s that simple. One of my old babysitters, Gina, who also helped out at my preschool, used to dunk my head while I took a bath, practically drowning me. This same one also played computer games nonstop while my sister and I beat each other up. Years after, we had a [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 26th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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“Hello, how are you? Where is the baby!” This is what all my relatives said to me as I opened the door, letting them into the house for my new baby brothers naming ceremony. I was wearing a bright orange-yellow pavadai with my hair in its usual pigtails, bangles jingling on my arm, anklets [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 26th, 2008 under Wait until your father gets home! Tales of family...
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My alarm goes off at 7:30, every Sunday morning. I roll out of bed, brush my teeth and wash my face. I put on the same black collared shirt and khakis. I brush my hair, eat a cereal bar and off I go to work. Every Sunday morning I sit at the same red [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 26th, 2008 under Confessions of Serial Teenager
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The fire’s lit and we’re all sitting around it watching our S’mores slowly roast. It’s summer Zach, Julia, Amy and I are waiting for summer to end. Waiting to start our freshman year at the high school. Darren sits laughing at us, telling us we’ll soon be wishing high school never started. We roast S’mores [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 24th, 2008 under Confessions of Serial Teenager
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It’s 4:30 in the morning; my phone vibrates to wake me up. My body screams in protest. Why am I getting up this early, I mentally ask myself as I stumble to the bathroom. Oh right, to see the sunrise, what a genius I am. I flick on the bathroom light, momentarily blinded by the [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 24th, 2008 under Confessions of Serial Teenager
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I would have never thought that I would feel threatened by some baby raccoons. However, in July, two of these creatures had made my backyard their home, and my dog, which is a very small pug named Colonel, was not accepting of our new neighbors. There was never a mother raccoon around, so my family [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 24th, 2008 under Humiliations, Embarrassments and Huh?!?
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I really wanted my mom to bring out the cake. It was my ninth birthday, and the sounds of the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears could be heard in the background of my small, girly party. My party was being held outside on my back porch in the breezy month of May, and it happened [...]
Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 24th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections
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