Evan Scholz - Grade 8, Hadley E. Watts Middle School
Dottie Yeck Writing Challenge
Have you ever been in trouble? Ever been nervous of being caught? Or did you ever know that one kid who would get in trouble? Who always over did it, who pushed the limits, but pushed them over the edge? Well, I am slightly ashamed to inform you, that I am that one kid. I am always in trouble. My teachers will confirm that statement, one-hundred percent. I had set the stage for my life as soon as the second grade. I was always, or so I thought, a normal child. I liked sports, but never found a real passion in them. I liked to watch movies with my family. I liked to build things, and then knock them down. But in second grade, I starting digging the pit.
Throughout the years, my parents have warned me, “You better buck it up, because soon your teachers won’t be so nice.” And I tried to listen. I really did. And I used to think that my life would be perfect. That everyone would wait for me to finish the race, to start the next one. I don’t mean to be a martyr, but they don’t. And I don’t blame them. I’ve always prided myself in my wit. But I have to come to learn that humor is kind of like a drug. The more you are recognized as a class clown by your peers, the better your jokes have to be, the more daring your quick wit has to be. Because soon, you have dug yourself a pit, and your reputation is written in stone.
I am here to prove to you, that the stone can be broken. Not everything is lost. I had grown up in a wonderful atmosphere. My parents are great, I live in a nice community, I even had some great friends, who hung out with me. And my parents unconditional love is like a wave, and that wave keeps crashing into that “stone”, slightly wearing away at it every day. My parents are the only thing that has saved me from sinking into the pit. They are wonderful people. They don’t spoil me, they don’t deprive me of anything, they are just perfect, like Baby Bear’s Porridge. I couldn’t have asked for a better set of parents. My mother and father have been my patrons for so long, but I have been a regular “Class Clown” for almost as long.
I still like to think of myself as a “Copy-and-Paste” kid. My life isn’t really exciting. I’m a kid who likes humor, writing and reading, soccer, and my friends. I have had help all along my life. My teachers still continue to test my limits, and push me to get better. All of my teachers have been so supportive, and have helped me in their own way. They have all helped me lay my warped life foundation. And I am happy to inform you, I will continue to chip away at my “Stone” till it’s gone.