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Ericka’s Final Project

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Ericka’s

Final Project

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Table of Contents

Audience Story………………………………………….. 3

Vacation Story................................................. 4

The Best Night of My Life………………………….. 5

Word Splash……………………………………………… 6

Dear Ericka, Is Santa Real?............................. 7

A Memorable Childhood Event…………………… 8

Mary Poppins:Neshaminy Presents Must-See Musical

……………………………………………………………... 9

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And The Audience Went

“Wow”

(Creative Writing)

Standing in front of thousands of people and talking at the same time can be pretty scary

when it has been experienced before. Trust me; I’ve been there. But there comes a time when a

person just has to have the guts to do something they never thought they could ever accomplish.

And that person would be me; I have been up on stage in front of a whole group of people doing

something I never thought I would ever do. I was 14 years old when this happened, and I decided

to join the “Select Choir” group since singing for me is such a stress-reliever, and I love doing it

every single day. It’s become an obsession though throughout my household, but there’s definitely

nothing wrong about that at all; at least that’s what I thought. Anyway, I auditioned to be in the

group and in the end, the practicing all paid off; my first day of Select Choir started on a Monday.

That Monday I got ready with my clothes on me and my hair up and out of my face, and there

I headed off to school. The whole time I was there, we were practicing for another audition for

another song that was going to be given to someone that wanted to sing a solo. I of course was in-

terested in it and decided to practice “If I Die Young” by The Band Perry every single day, since

that was the song that needed a solo. Then, it was time for the big day; the auditions. Everyone who

wanted to participate in having a solo including me all went to a room that was small but great for

vocal sounds. We all practiced one by one, until finally, it was time for my teacher to decide. And

that was the day that I came home yelling to parents with joy on my face; I had won the solo for

this song! The day of the concert for everyone in Select Choir was the day that I had goosebumps

all over my body, for I was so nervous to sing in front of my whole school that my nerves couldn’t

be controlled. It was time; the concert has begun. I walked up slowly to the stage, with the micro-

phone close up to my face, and everybody staring at me while I was having a mental breakdown.

My teacher told me when to start, so I took a deep breath, and sang out loud confidently. There

I was standing for 2 minutes, and once the song was over, all I heard in the end were cheers and

claps of people clapping their hands back and forth. That was the day that I would say was the

happiest moment of my whole entire life; I guess I can’t blame myself for having natural talent.

This piece of writing is about a time of my life where I had to go up stage in front of millions of people and sing to the best of my ability. And let me tell you that even though is was truly nerve wrecking to sing with eyes looking back at you, it was totally worth it at the end. This was the moment where I shined out to everyone, and I let them all know that I had guts and had something really special about myself, which they now all know was how I sang.

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The Chocolately Amusement

Park

(Creative Writing) The last time I ever had a thrilling experience that will be remembered for

centuries was the time when I first went to Hershey Park will my whole family.

We all were together like a mother bear and her cubs just having a spectacular

time in an amusement park. I was about 8 years old when all of this started

off, and I was woken up by my parents at 8 in the morning. The warmth I

felt as my bed slowly toasted me up was a feeling I didn’t want to escape; but

I knew it was time to get ready for a great day. I slowly stood up and out of

my bed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on some comfy clothes.

I walked downstairs to get some delicious food to fill my stomach, waited

patiently for the rest of my family to finish up, and there we all rushed to

the car and drove off. The long drive there to get to Hershey took about

3 hours, but it was finally about 11:00 am that we all had the chance to ad-

mire the chocolatey world called Hershey. There in my car I immediately

smelled sweet milk chocolate, I listened to people walking down the streets

happily, no angry faces whatsoever, and then I realized that this day was go-

ing to be the best day I’ll ever experience in a lifetime. As my parents found

a place to park our car and stop the engine from turning on again, I quickly

got out of the car and jumped up and down very fast until my parents told

me to stop which was a complete bummer for me. We all then got into Her-

shey Park with our tickets ready and we were finally all off to have a great

time at the rollercoaster rides, arcades, games, and especially the food stores!

(This piece of writing is about a day of my life where I went to have fun with people that fill me with happiness and never stop making me smile. We all went to Hershey Park to go to a ton of fun rollercoaster rides, and win prizes as well! it’s a time of my life I’ll never forget, and it sure makes me want to go back to this chocolately world right now!)

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The Best Night of My Life

(Gonzo Article) I can still feel the exhilaration I felt when I went to have the time of my life with thousands of other people in the year 2015. A

crowd cheering, people screaming, music getting louder, food being eaten, dancing and drinking involved, happy faces everywhere; I

was having such a good time, and now I can only think of this as a great memory to experience forever since I can no longer go back

to see this concert again. On summer break of 2015, my parents came back home tired from working all day. We all were so frantic of

wanting to do something exciting this summer, and it was almost close to reaching the dreaded day of having to start school again. Even

though we were all stressed out to think about a fun activity to do, it was no longer a day to be worrying about having to do anything any

longer. As my parents set down their work papers and bags, they had brought something small along with them in one of their hands

and I waited until they were ready to share me the news of the item. When they mentioned to me that their boss was a police officer,

and police officers do earn concert tickets all the time, I knew right then and there that my parents had received some concert tickets

from their sincere boss.

“Oh my goodness, are you serious,” I said to my parents.

“We sure are, and you’re coming with us to see this concert so we three can have a good time together!” said my mom.

I thanked both my parents and gave them both a lovable kiss on the cheek. My heart was pounding of excitement, and I had a joyful

happy dance bouncing around in my stomach from hearing the news. The band that we would be hearing that exact day was called

the Motley Crue. Since this was such an OLD band, I never recognized the band name, but it turns out that they played some pretty

cool rock music. I finished eating dinner, zoomed upstairs and into my bedroom, made sure my bedroom door was closed shut, and

there I dressed up into some nice clothes for the concert. I put a vibrant black shirt on, dark denim jeans, and some black boots.

Black socks, black jewelry, black this, and black that - EVERYTHING BLACK! Black was the ultimate color that people would

wear for this type of band, so I couldn’t just wear hot pink. Once I finished dressing up, then it was time for personal hygiene; as in

brushing my teeth and combing my hair. Now that I was done doing those two important things, I decided to pick up my phone and

invite one of my friends to watch the concert with; and there my family and I went to our metallic silver car, buckled up, drove to

my friend’s house, and headed on to see the concert. The whole view of going to central Philadelphia was quite dark considering the

fact it was night time - so I had no view of the outside world; but I did distract myself a bit when I talked about random things to my

friend Olivia. As we arrived to the Well Fargo Center, I IMMEDIATELY hopped off and out of my car, went inside the building,

and quickly ran to the food court where there were fries to order and eat up. The whole place smelled like crab fries, and as I had

some piled onto my hands, I savored every delicious bite of the fries into my mouth and wanted more; but I also had the temptation

of wanting to see the concert already. The four of us went inside the whole concert area, and all I hear is music, laughter, yelling; I

see people dancing, singing, and having a good time; and I joined all of them when I was done finding my seat.

“Thank you all for coming tonight! This is our last concert, so I hope you all rock out to our songs and have the best night of

your entire lives!” Vince Neil, the singer of the band, says that to all his fans. Everyone in the band, Mick Mars, Nikki Sixx, and Tommy

Lee were all up there with their guitars and drums ready to rock and roll. My heartbeat was pumping to the beat of the music, and my

feet were getting a bit crazy with some dance moves I made. I was just having a very good time there with the people I love the most.

“This is going to be the best night of my life,” I said.

(This piece of writing is all about when I went to a Motley Crue concert with my friends and family. We all were su-per excited to go, and I love how I got to make this into a Gonzo article since these kinds of articles are fun to read. I had tons of fun experimenting my experience at this concert, and I hope I have the chance to do another Gonzo article about a different experience next year.)

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A Girl and A Bird

(Creative Writing)

No one would ever understand me as a person if I told them what I felt every single morn-

ing I wake up out of bed till the moment I fall back asleep at night. The feelings I feel are not the

feelings you would want to feel; I feel sad. Miserable. Stressed out. Tired. All my emotions are the

beginning of a nightmare and it honestly sucks big time. But what if I told that one afternoon, all

of that pain just disappeared like the sound of a snap? What if everything that just made me want

to sleep forever crumbled up to dust and flew away in foggy air? It all turns into a dream, and then

that dream is actually turning in real life. Because in this world, this world we call Earth, every little

thing that is not going well in our life later turns into something beautiful like seeing a happy family

playing outside on green grass. That one afternoon, I awoken out of my bed and stepped outside

my window to see that it was raining a bit outside. I thought to myself that the weather was match-

ing up the mood I was feeling. Even though I didn’t feel like doing anything, I decided to just go

with the flow, get my umbrella and raincoat, and head outside to see what was happening. Each

step I took on small puddles, a little splash kept making sound to my ears, and so did the rain that

was making its way down to the ground. I was depressed, feeling down, wondering why I’m always

alone everywhere I go, until suddenly I see something I don’t like... I see a bird on the ground

about 2 feet away from me, trying to flap their little wings so they can go back to where they belong.

The place it belongs is to be warm and cozy in their fresh-made nest area, but as I squint closer

to see the bird, I can see tiny pieces of wood everywhere and scurried on the ground surrounding

the bird itself. The bird looked hurt, almost as if to say that this was the last day they’ll ever see the

light of day. I hurry towards the bird myself, pick it up as gently as a feather, and head on to the

nearest animal hospital there is. There I realize that I’m not the only one living a hard life. Yes, I

know that the bird I saved may not exactly be human, but at least the bird has the same feelings

and emotions as a person. There are so many other people that are suffering and not having a

roof to sleep on, and here I’m complaining about all the drama and stress that I have to contain

in my body. And that’s just how all my problems have faded away. I thought about others; thought

about myself for once. And as the saying goes of a song, “Every little thing, is gonna be alright.”

(This piece of writing is about a bird who has made a girl realize that she was not the only one struggling about life. There were other people and animals that had a far worse life than hers. and if you were wondering, this girl is not me, but anyone who is struglling with depression might want to read this creative writing story, because this story sends out a messgage to all those people: and that message is that they should not worry because everything is going to be okay.)

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Dear Ericka, Is Santa Real?

(Letter)

Dear Virginia,

Whatever I say to you might not be true to other people, but let me just tell

you this from the bottom of my heart… I believe that there actually is a Santa out

there, somewhere up in the North Pole, watching all of us being naughty or nice.

There, I said it. To me, there is a Santa Claus, and the way I see it is your friends

are probably lying to you, or maybe they don’t actually have the heart to believe in

such a strange man. Sometimes in life, people will tell you that Santa isn’t real, and

that “Santa Claus” is actually your parents buying you gifts. That’s the truth…only

if you don’t believe. If you don’t believe, then Santa won’t technically be real for

your whole family, and he won’t give out any magic to your home. On the other

hand, if you do believe…then Santa is a real man, and he will be the one giving you

presents with love and bringing magic to your house with your home smelling a lot

like Christmas. Even better, he will be the one that ate those cookies and milk that

you left on the table near the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve.

Question is: How do you know if you believe in Santa or not? You’re not

alone; a lot of kids at your age will be asking this question to themselves as well.

The real answer is you’ll feel it in your heart. You’ll know when you finally begin

to believe or not; y ou’ll start feeling some Christmas cheer in your big heart when

you tell yourself to others, “Santa is real! I believe in him being real!” Don’t be so

unsure of yourself Virginia; the unsure you get, the more Santa will start to disap-

pear and wander off to other children’s homes. Don’t ever stop believing.

(This piece of writing was when way back to Christmas time in 2015, where a girl named Virginia is wanting to know if Santa is real since her friends think that Santa is a fake, so now she’s unsure of what to think. In this letter, I’m telling Virginia that there is indeed a Santa Claus and that she shouldn’t believe what others say; only believe what your heart says is true. This was a fun letter to work with because it’s about an opinion of mine; I like answering if my opinion goes with the questiion, so I thought that this activity was an activity that I hope next year’s journalism class will do as well.)

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(Creative Writing)

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everything that waas related in ssoomme wway wwiith music. I was jjuust that six-yeeaarr-olllddddd ggiirrl ttrying to lliivvee hheerrrr

life and start ttoo lleeaarrnn ssome new tricky danncce mmoovvees.. SSo, how did this all start? MMMyyy paarreeenntts sorrttt ooooffff hhheellpeedd

mmee oout a bit. They satt ddoown wiitthh me iin ffront of a big television we hhadd iinn oouurr liivvvviinnnngg rooooom aannndd showed

me a ccllliiippp of the band “Queen” peerrffoorrmmiinng live on stage (they weren’t live in myy liivviinngg rrooooomm)) but you

get wwhhaatt I mean. At that timmee, IIII fi nnally diisscovered what the true meaning of talentt rreeaallllyy wwaas; aand thhheerree

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ffrreee tto go ttoo sslllleeeeeep once aaggaain to my wwaarm cozy bed. The more I listened ttoo QQQuuuueeen, the mmore I danceedd,,

and thee more I danced, the more I wanted to become a dancer. So, I fi nnaallly mmade up my decision and

decided that it was okay for my parents to sign me up to go to dance classes. MMy mom was pretty excited

about me going ttto danceeee,, aand myy ddaad was prouudd of me for taking on a big coommmmitmmment; I on the other

hand was scared about dancing evenn tthough I maddee the ddecision to sign-up for the cclasses. Thhee rreeaason

II was scared was because I thought I wwould be mmaaddee ffuunn of by other dancers if I trrriiipppeed and fellll wwhhiille

ddoing a dance move, and I also thought I wasn’t gooodd eenoouugh to be danccinggg out tthhere with otherr ppeeoopplle;

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but I just tried to stay as normal as possible with my fear of dancing with others because I knew that in

the future, I would be a great dancer anyway. The next day, I was putting on my clothes that were meant

to be put on for a dancer. I put on my tights, my leotard, and a pink ruffl e skirt, and I was set off for my

fi rst day of dancing ballet. My emotions; goodness, I had so many mixed emotions that I couldn’t even

explain to my own parents what I was even feeling inside, but for the most part I was just feeling ner-

vous about it all at once. When we fi nally arrived to the dance center, I got out of the car, kissed my mom

and dad on the cheek, and headed out and inside to my very fi rst dancing center. I went inside, and all I

saw were girls with ruffl e pink skirts just getting ready to dance and start enjoying what they love. Some

girls were staring at me, some were not, but I didn’t mind that much since I of course had the mind of a

six-year-old, and I knew I was a total stranger to everyone in that class since I was new. As I entered a

room that had a big mirror against a wall and a hardwood fl oor, I heard a teacher calling all dancers to be

in the room where I was in. The teacher entered the room with all of us inside, and the teacher saw that

I was new and decided to introduce me to all the oth er dancers. Since I was sort of a nice girl and liked

being kind towards others, I just waved hello to all the other dancers in the room, and before I knew it,

everyone smiled and waved hello back. I knew right then and there that it was going to be a very good

year with these dancers. When class was fi nally over, I saw my parent’s silver car arrive back at the

dance center, and I joyfully skipped my way to the car. Once I got inside the car, I immediately told them

that the day I had at my dance class was such an incredible experience! My parents felt thrilled when

I told them that while I was in class, the teacher kept telling me that I was the best dancer in the class

even though it was my fi rst day. I guess that’s probably the reason why this was such a memorable mo-

ment for me; dancing was my passion, and I was committed to doing whatever it took to be the greatest

dancer I believed I could be. That could also probably be the reason why the teacher kept calling me up

to teach the class, and why I had opportunities to perform a solo to an audience; I guess you could say

at that time, I loved dancing.

(This piece of writing is about a time in my life where when I was a little girl, I learned how to dance for the first time. I share about how my experience was when I started to do dancing, and I share how dancing has changed me from start to finish. Today in 2016, I’m not doing dancing any more, since dancing is no longer a hobby that I enjoy. But during this time period, it was the best thing that has ever happened to me since day 1.)

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Mary Poppins: Neshaminy

Presents Must-See Musical

(News Article)

Have no plans this weekend? Tired of sitting in bed all day, turning on the laptop and watching a favorite season

on Netflix, but are still really bored of wanting to do something entertaining?

Not to worry; the Mary Poppins Musical production is coming up right here at Neshaminy High School in the

Theodore Kloos auditorium.

Leads of the show include seniors Hannah Lieb and Rebecca Allen as Mary Poppins, also senior Forrest Filliano

and junior Chad Wiatrowski as Bert.

With the show only costing ten dollars a ticket at nighttime and seven dollars for a matinee, you surely won’t want

to miss this.

“I have been waiting all my life for this to happen at Neshaminy,” said Haley Fatula, a freshman at Neshaminy

High School.

“Mary Poppins is one of my favorite Disney films, and to have it here not costing as much as a Broadway musical

just makes me very happy and relieved.”

The story of the musical is about a nanny, Mary Poppins, who must teach a family how to value each other again

using a little bit of magic.

She takes the children on many magical and memorable adventures.

The children she takes care of, Jane and Michael, aren’t the only ones she has made such a powerful impact to.

Even grown-ups can learn a lesson or two from the nanny who advises that “anything can happen if you let it hap-

pen.”

“Sounds like there are going to be a ton of fun going on with this musical. It would be such a shame to miss out

on it, so anyone out there not sure whether they would go or not, I’d buy those tickets soon before they sell out,”

said Olivia Costa, a freshman at Neshaminy High School.

(This piece of writing is about an article that I have made; and the good news is that this article got published in the June newspaper on the Playwickian website! I am beyond proud of myself for having had this article published, and I continue to give myself a pat on the back for this accomplishment. This article is all about a musical called Mary Poppins that has already happened at Neshaminy High School, but at the time it happened, it was such a nice musical to just sit down , eat, relax, and watch.)