{"id":1957,"date":"2022-11-20T20:35:47","date_gmt":"2022-11-20T20:35:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=1957"},"modified":"2022-11-20T20:35:49","modified_gmt":"2022-11-20T20:35:49","slug":"i-am-from","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/i-am-from\/","title":{"rendered":"I Am From"},"content":{"rendered":"
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By Ariana Price<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from a petite town filled with luscious forests and friends who reside closeby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A town called Wayland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from the school bell\u2019s calm hum that immediately starts chaos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the \u201cclick\u201d sound of students typing thoughtful poems in English.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from bikes around my neighborhood <\/p>\n\n\n\n

listening to other children happily play outside<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 and trips to glorious, delectable doughnuts with friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from the memorable playground <\/p>\n\n\n\n

whose protecting dog statue hasn\u2019t greeted our eyes in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from the soccer ball slowly rolling from my feet into the goal,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 the long, stressful minutes afterward,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 and finally the cheers of my teammates, overjoyed with our victory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from sad or upbeat chants Hebrew words gliding through the air,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 amens reverberating off the walls,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 and the gorgeous Mezuzah\u2019s, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

lying in the doorways, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

each one decorated differently,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 but for the same goal, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

to remind us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from a petite town containing unforgettable memories and people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A town called Wayland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from 8PM weekend TV,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 listening to the contestants interviews,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 covered in blankets on the couch, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

watching dancers gracefully leap through the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from Friday car rides with my mom to rooms covered with books,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 some classics, some new, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

all for curious children to learn and to discover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from exquisite stories shared by my loving parents,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 who remember the tales like initials carved into wood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from the sweet, warm scent of mac\u2019n cheese while I balance paper on my lap,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 receiving writing tips from my dad, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and furiously scribbling down all the ideas swirling through my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from exciting visits to various ice cream places,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 the coolness and sugary taste of German Chocolate Cake, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and Mint Chip, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

flooding my mind, allowing me no restraint,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 when my ice cream\u2019s ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from Taylor Swift songs blasting from the radio or phones,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 and tuning in to \u201cFolklore\u201d as I try to sleep on vacations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from my sisters cozy hugs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 hours of playing together, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and sorting rubber ducks into organized, equal groups.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from 8PM weekend TV, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

my sister critiquing the hosts\u2019 outfit, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

my parents commenting on the judges ‘ rude criticism.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I am from family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from amazing activities that fill me with delight, adding even more fun to my day<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from upbeat music, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

notes pirouetting through my head like ballerinas, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

creating beautiful harmonies, and funky beats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from songs refusing to leave my mind as I try to hold back from humming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from annoying chores, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

singing broadway songs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 watching my wet paper towel dance across the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from desperately trying to wiggle my fingers on each string, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

listening for the sweet sound of vibrato on my violin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from shuffles and flaps, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

teachers who yell \u201c5,6,7,8,\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the satisfying sound of my joyful taps to the marvelous music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from fantastical stories flowing from my imagination onto the page,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 creating magical worlds and characters with just a few words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from the happy sensation when I step onto the stage, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

lights gleaming, the audience\u2019s attention focused on me, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

as I prepare for my line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from the \u201cBang!\u201d as a slightly dulled yellow softball ricochets off my bat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 and into the field,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 as I hurriedly dash to first base.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from amazing activities that fill me with bliss and the excitement of doing what I love<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from an amazing town called Wayland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from my caring family, always there when things get tough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from all of the activities that light up my day, more than I can list.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from experiences and memories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from places and people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from big gestures, massive kindness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am from little memories, and tiny moments, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

but no matter the size, setting, or shape\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They are where I\u2019m from.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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