Outside Reading Card

Querenia Final Draft

As I walk into the door, I yank off my shoes, barely able to stand from the weight of my bag. My bag was filled with worksheets, textbooks and binders, and that's all I could think of. Honestly, I wasn't ready for the week. After walking through the door, I immediately sat at my desk and unzipped my bag, eager to finish my homework. As I unzipped the zipper of my backpack, all I could see was a stack of papers, binders, and text books. Jerking each paper out of my bag, it felt as if the stack was endless. My bag kept spitting more and more work at me.

I easily breezed through all of my work sheets. But then, I hit the brick wall.  I started on my first project, an essay. After writing my name, nothing came out. It was as if the pencil was out of led. Every time I tried writing something, it was like nothing could make it to the paper. It was simple, I was out of ideas, I was brain dead. Then, I was reminded of my chores. The level of stress after that increased more and more each time I thought about my deadlines. "Essay for writing, essay or science, project for math."  It seemed as if I was thinking to hard that I couldn't think at all. With to much to bare, I push my homework aside, slip on my slippers, and walk out side.

Walking up to the park next to my house, I was easily greeted by a breeze of fresh air. People say that there are barley any stars here in Oahu, but as I sat down on the bench and looked up at the sky, it seemed as if everyone was wrong. I began to look for constellations and other things in the sky. So engaged into what I was doing, I got up from the bench, and laid myself down on the soft, fresh, green grass. The grass was a little damp, but it still didn't matter to me. Star gazing and looking up at the clouds helped me to reminisce and really reflect. I began to think about my Grandpa. For me, my Grandpa was always a symbol of love and affection. He would always be there for my family and I whenever we needed him.  I thought about how much he helped me and how much he cared for me.  I couldn't help but laugh at all our great memories. Every time I heard the slight whistle of the wind, I always thought that he was listening to me. Looking up at the shape of the moon helped me to reflect on my life as a whole. When ever I look up at the moon, I always picture the moon as me. The moon is bright and unique in so many ways, just as myself. And in some cases, the moon can have a difficult time shining through the clouds, almost like me, I can have a difficult time showing my talents when obstacles make it hard for me to do so. After laughing and tearing up, I eventually fell asleep. I was so comfortable it felt as if I was sleeping in my bed. All of a sudden, I felt a slight vibration on the side of my thigh. Pulling my cellphone out of my pocket, I could see that my mom was calling me. Once I answered it, I could tell that my mom was worried about where I was. I eventually calmed her down and told her I was at the park.

Walking back to my house, I felt so relaxed. My mind was cleared, the stress was gone and I was ready to take on the week. I was ready to take on my deadlines, my obligations, my duties.  Going back to the house, I started on my essay, and easily finished it.

The park by house, or Kanoelani park, was always a place I went to clear my head, recollect myself and relax myself. There, I would reminisce and reflect about my life. I could always be myself here and feel comfortable no matter what. For me, no other place could do the same for me. I always felt more private there, because no one could really bother me. The people there were always so friendly and the environment was always so safe. This was Querencia, another place I call home.

Querencia First Draft

As I walk into the door, I yank off my shoes, barely able to stand from the weight of all my bag. My bag was filled with worksheets, textbooks and binders, and that's all I could think of. Honestly, I wasn't ready for the week. After walking through the door, I immediately sat at my desk and unzipped my bag, eager to finish my homework. As I pulled the sliding body across the track of teeth, all I could see was a stack of papers, binders, and text books. Jerking each paper out of my bag, it felt as if the stack was endless. My bag kept spitting more and more work at me.

I easily breezed through all of my work sheets. But then, I hit the brick wall.  I started on my first project, an essay. After writing my name, nothing came out. it was as if The pencil was out of led. Everytime I tried writing something, it was like nothing could make it to the paper. It was simple, I was out of ideas, I was brain dead. Then, I was reminded of my chores. The level of stress after that increased more and more each time I thought about my deadlines. "Essay for writing, essay or science, project for math."  It seemed as f I was thinking to hard that I couldn't think at all. With to much to bare, I push my homework aside, slip on my slippers, and walk out side.

Walking up to the park next to my house, I was easily greeted by a breeze of fresh air. People say that there are barley any stars here in Oahu, but as I sat down on the bench and looked up at the sky, it seemed as everyone was wrong. I began to look for constellations and other things in the sky. So engaged into what I was doing, I got up from the bench, and laid myself down on the soft green grass. The grass was a little damp, but it still didn't matter to me. Star gazing and looking up at the clouds helped me to reminisce and really reflect. I began to think about my Grandpa. I thought about how much he helped me and how much he cared for me. I couldn't help but laugh at all our great memories. Then, the shape of the moon helped me to reflect on my life as a whole. Laughing, and some solemn tears caused me to eventually fall asleep. I was so comfortable it felt as if I was sleeping in my bed. All of a sudden, I felt a slight vibration on the side of my thigh. pulling my cellphone out of my pocket, I could see that my mom was calling me. Once I answered it, I could tell that my mom was worried about where I was. I eventually calmed her down and told her where I was.

Walking back to my house, I was so relaxed. My mind was cleared and I was ready to take on the week. I was ready to take on my deadlines, my obligations, my duties. Starting on my essay, I easily finished it.

The park by house, or Kanoelani park, was always a place I went. Always a place I went to recollect myself and to really relax. It was always a place I went to reminisce and reflect. This place was always a place I could be myself and feel comfortable. The people there were always so friendly and the environment was always so safe. This was Querencia, another place I call home.

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