There are the early risers that
roam the halls at seven
Heads down on their phone because they believe it’s a gift from heaven
Laughs can be heard from miles around
They're highschool students they’re not afraid of sound
There are the ones that walk in pairs of two or groups of five and sometimes eight
They’re high school students they think talking is great
The teachers on the other hand enforce using your inside voice
I mean they are adults they run away from noise
But the teachers hold the key to Your F. A or even a C
They yell at the students because it’s part of their role to “keep the peace”
The teachers are outnumbered 22:1
But still by their wee little self they get the job done
This is the noise that makes the children scream
They move in packs like wolves with their friends on their teams
Some our sentimental and have long goodbyes while other never even said hi
But what do you think they’re highschool students they believe they don’t cry
Class starts those who are late or eager sit in the front
Some of the kids in the back play their games
I mean they’re highschool students -They like to stunt
Open their books and scribble on paper
Some do their homework in class why others wait until later.
The goal of each student is getting through the day
They complain about working 8 hours without pay
Some run out at the end of the day
While others wish they could stay
But what do we expect their highschool students they have a lot to say
As a teenager I am always spending my parents’ money. I mean as a teenager that’s simply what we do and every parent knows this. I began thinking that I needed to find a job,so that I could make and spend my own money. So starting in the end of May, I began searching for jobs. I used platforms such as Indeed,Snagajob,and HireTeen. I applied for many many many jobs ranging from restaurant hostess,Zoo gift shop worker and even simple tasks like a dishwasher.
The start of my job hunt was not successful.I received many emails that stated “thanks for your interest in our position,but we are moving forward with other candidates”. So because I was jobless and needed to make money, I began making flyers for various churches in Butler county. Before I received my job I had made 4 flyers,2 magazine ads and even an event ticket for the different churches.
After two and a half months and over 50 online job applications I finally believed my troubles had been solved. On the 15th of July I had a missed call and a voicemail left on my phone. I listened to the voicemail and to my luck it was the training manager from Chick-fil-A. In the voicemail he told me that he would like to schedule and interview with me in person. I simply called back and scheduled my interview for the next day. So of course on the day prior to my interview I started looking up what to expect from a Chick-fil-A interview. The answers varied. Many people said they believed the interview was somewhat difficult while others said it was fairly easy. I even researched “what to wear to a Chick-fil-A interview”. The answers to this question mostly said business casual,so I went straight into my closet and grabbed a striped gray dress. I was super ready. I began thinking to myself “this is my chance!!”
I was so eager to talk to the training manager on the day of my interview. I walk in and I wait for the training manager to approach me and call my name. To me,the interview was just a get to know you session. The interviewee and I were constantly smiling and laughing because we were having such a great time. Before I left he asked me to come back for a second interview with an operational manager the following day. Again I had such a great time at the interview. After my second interview before I left the operational manager looks at me and he says “ I think we have a spot for you”. And that was the day I got hired to my first job ever.
This whole process was truly a great experience. My main tip I leave with you guys who are looking to get jobs would be to not give up on applying and to be yourself when you first meet the people in charge of hiring. But really the most important thing to remember is, no matter how many times you are rejected,that eventually you will get what you want. Having a job is great it really gives you a sense of responsibility and awareness. I guess the downside of having a job is not being able to persuade your parents anymore into buying you something you really really want.
They tell us to pick ourselves up by the straps,but all of us don’t have boots
Some are born into wealth while the rest of us are forced to loot
We smile at the things that bring us SELF joy
But yet there are still kids with only one toy
How can we go on totally self absorbed
Those of us that have enough spend until we have no more
Enough isn’t enough like they say
And good is not great
As soon as you have a lot you have to work the next day
The ones that live amongst the stars close their eyes
They do this to pretend they don’t see the poor passersby
We are a community built on false unity
A place where the innocent are laughed at
The guilty granted immunity
The small boy with the big heart dreams of being a baller
The loud girl she—- Longs to be a doctor
But these dreams are hard to reach because someone miles away is the real shot caller
The father tells his children “be different and not the same”
The mom tell them that sometimes it’s okay to be called lame
But the children are naive to cons of the world everyday
They laugh and smile all the storms away
It is true that together we are better but we are all on different teams
Some of us wait for our blessings while others get what they want by any means
Stand with your neighbors because you are so close
The ones that stick together and support each other eventually succeed the most
Chelsea Bridges was born in the town of Heapsville,Missouri on a cool, September night. She was born three months prior to her expected due date. After her birth she spent two hard months undergoing tests,and being under very close medical care. The doctors, at first believed that she would not make it. On a chilly morning in November,when her parents came for their daily visit a nurse told them “you can take your babygirl home now.”
Chelsea lived a typical first six years of her life. One day her life was changed. There was a mirror on the sink in her bathroom. She had finally reached the height to where she could see her whole face in the mirror. Chelsea had never seen herself in a way like this. She liked the way the light which shone in her brown hair radiated in the mirror. Her mulato face clear and free of worries,but also free of blemishes. Every morning when Chelsea got up she would say “thank you mirror for making me pretty.” Her smile so wide,that she felt it in her jaws.
At age nine,she entered the third grade. It was her first time at a public school,and she did not know any of the students. It was the second day of school when a short,but bold female classmate named Angie noticed the purity and innocence in Chelsea’s laugh. Most of the children in the class began to become entranced by Chelsea’s positive energy. Angie was full of jealousy so on this second day of school she told Chelsea that the reason why people laugh when they are around her is because her face is so funny looking. Chelsea had never been criticized for her appearance before. Her heartbeat began to sank in her chest,while her eyes burned from attempting to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Eventually the dismissal bell rang,so Chelsea got in her mom’s car. As soon as Chelsea arrived home,she sprinted to the the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She then spoke aloud and said “There is no way I can be “funny looking”. Chelsea then ran her hands over her soft and smooth skin and she uttered the same words she did every morning when she woke up and every night before bedtime which were “thank you mirror for making me pretty”.
In the summer before her ninth grade year Chelsea hated the mirror. On a particular night in July, a severe thunderstorm was present in Healesville. Chelsea,as always was looking in her mirror, when all of a sudden a tree crashed into the bathroom. Luckily, the tree did not hit Chelsea. The tree instead hit the mirror and caused a shard of glass to slice Chelsea on her right cheek. This was the first time that Chelsea did not like the mirror. She screamed and shouted “now you have taken my beauty away. Chelsea had to get stitches at the point where the glass pierced her skin. So now the skin that Chelsea knew to be so smooth and clear of faults, now had a scar.
For rest of her highschool life,the outgoing,and outspoken girl that her family and outlookers knew her to be became reserved. Every Time she walked into a room she felt the hard glares ,and stares that people gave to her face. Very often people would ask in criticizing and nasty tones the question of “Hey how did you get that scar?”. Chelsea constantly watched the girls that entered the talent shows,and became cheerleaders. She especially noticed the girls that won homecoming,and prom queen. Chelsea was not jealous,and she did not want to be them. The thing is Chelsea was well aware that what all these girls had in common was make up. So just as she believed the mirror was her cause of beauty she would say to herself “the makeup makes you pretty.” In Chelsea’s freetime instead of going to games or parties she wrote. She wrote stories about how the pros,but also cons of the world affect the lives of people. When she believed her beauty had been lost, she made sure she crafted each of her characters with distinction.
Eventually Chelsea went to and graduated college. After college she began to get her writings published into books. Chelsea seldom looked into the mirror. As she grew her scar was never ignored. Chelsea took into account that the people that called her ugly did not realize how beautiful her mind was. Her thoughts were loved by so many they she became a well known author. She went on many book tours around the world and shared her characters with whoever would listen.
One day a group of listeners approached her. A woman with strawberry blonde hair and deep dimples asked “Do you know what we like most about you?”. “Is it my words?” said Chelsea halfheartedly. “The entire group said “no”. It was then when the petite,tall woman told Chelsea that it was the way Chelsea smiled brighten everyone’s day. She was the reason why people kept coming back to not only listen to her but see the way her eyes over filled with excitement and passion. They were overwhelming Chelsea with compliments that a sense of “Beauty” was coming back to her. On this exact same day in spring, a magazine publisher was at Chelsea’s book tour. The publisher told Chelsea that he wanted to take her picture so that it could be the cover of their magazine. Chelsea asked “Why?”. The publisher told Chelsea that her spirit gives light to her face which is what makes you beautiful.
After that night, when Chelsea arrived home, she did what she had did all this many years ago. She ran up the stairs and starred in the mirror. Her hand grazed over her scar. This was the moment when Chelsea realized that it was not the mirror that was responsible for her beauty,but it was here beauty by nature. Then something happened to Chelsea’s face that had not happened on over two days. Chelsea felt the pain in her jaws once again. And this pain was seen vividly the the way the light shown on Chelsea’s scar. Chelsea was very content and in that instant she turned the bathroom light off and rested her hand on her chest and she said “thank you self for showing me my beauty”.