Outline
Opening: expectations before it started
H1: Turning 18
C1: friends
H2: Ms. Bayside
C2: depression
H3: workicxi
C3: mommy
Closing: driving into the future
Looking toward graduating and college
H1: Turning 18
C1: friends
H2: Ms. Bayside
C2: depression
H3: workicxi
C3: mommy
Closing: driving into the future
Looking toward graduating and college
Rough Draft
POV
Senior year began with Rosemarie turning eighteen. All summer Rose had been counting the seconds until she was finally an “adult”. The day arrived with heavy rain, symbolizing growth and change. Much growth was in store for her this year, little did we know. She went out to lunch with her best friend Jessica and received a Polaroid camera from her and earrings and a Sylvia Plath book from me. Rose had been waiting to turn 18 for her whole life, and now that she was finally there she was proud of herself for making that far in one piece. Senior year did not start the way she thought it would though, instead of weekends spent laughing with friends she found herself alone. Rosemarie isn’t a very extroverted person, she had what she thought were a group of close friends and her best friend forever. However everyone seemed to be pulled in other directions this year, whether it be because of college, boyfriends or work. This upset Rosemarie, but she assumed her friends would come around soon.
This however was not the case. As the year dragged on, Rose found that the only person she was hanging out with was me or her computer. She found herself becoming very isolated and depressed. She felt alone in the world, and it broke my heart to know she was hurting and that I could only do so much to help. I spent as much time with her as I possibly could, weather it was star gazing, coffee shops, or quirky movies, I tried to put a smile on her beautiful face. But I could only do so much, and I knew Rose deserved better from the people she did so much for. But despite her depression Rosemarie was still determined to complete her goal of participating in the Ms. Bayside pageant. I was so proud to see her working hard on her talent, memorizing all her steps and lines. I will always remember helping her practice the poem “Mirror” by Sylvia Plath for her talent portion. Driving in my car, listening to her recite each stanza with more confidence each time until they were safely locked in her heart.
Rosemarie took on more stress and more responsibility toward the end of her senior year. She got her first job as a hostess (and was hired on the spot!). I was so proud! Unfortunately, her first day of work was also the first of many days her mom would spend in the hospital that month. Her mother had a seizure and other health complications and was getting worse instead of better. Rosemarie was very scared for her mother, but couldn’t show it. Her mother’s worsening health caused her to depend even more on Rosemarie then she did before. Rosemarie had to juggle working late on the weekends, eight classes during the week and caring for her mother too. This was all too much for Rose and she finally called me one night, crying and asking me if I could please come see her, she felt tired and alone. I rushed from my house in Norfolk to Virginia Beach to see her, and I tried to reassure her everything would be okay and that I would always be here for her. Her friends were once again, mostly absent.
Rosemarie didn’t have the senior year she wanted to have, but all the struggles she has faced have I have seen her grow even more strong and mature. She is looking to the future with hopeful eyes.
Senior year began with Rosemarie turning eighteen. All summer Rose had been counting the seconds until she was finally an “adult”. The day arrived with heavy rain, symbolizing growth and change. Much growth was in store for her this year, little did we know. She went out to lunch with her best friend Jessica and received a Polaroid camera from her and earrings and a Sylvia Plath book from me. Rose had been waiting to turn 18 for her whole life, and now that she was finally there she was proud of herself for making that far in one piece. Senior year did not start the way she thought it would though, instead of weekends spent laughing with friends she found herself alone. Rosemarie isn’t a very extroverted person, she had what she thought were a group of close friends and her best friend forever. However everyone seemed to be pulled in other directions this year, whether it be because of college, boyfriends or work. This upset Rosemarie, but she assumed her friends would come around soon.
This however was not the case. As the year dragged on, Rose found that the only person she was hanging out with was me or her computer. She found herself becoming very isolated and depressed. She felt alone in the world, and it broke my heart to know she was hurting and that I could only do so much to help. I spent as much time with her as I possibly could, weather it was star gazing, coffee shops, or quirky movies, I tried to put a smile on her beautiful face. But I could only do so much, and I knew Rose deserved better from the people she did so much for. But despite her depression Rosemarie was still determined to complete her goal of participating in the Ms. Bayside pageant. I was so proud to see her working hard on her talent, memorizing all her steps and lines. I will always remember helping her practice the poem “Mirror” by Sylvia Plath for her talent portion. Driving in my car, listening to her recite each stanza with more confidence each time until they were safely locked in her heart.
Rosemarie took on more stress and more responsibility toward the end of her senior year. She got her first job as a hostess (and was hired on the spot!). I was so proud! Unfortunately, her first day of work was also the first of many days her mom would spend in the hospital that month. Her mother had a seizure and other health complications and was getting worse instead of better. Rosemarie was very scared for her mother, but couldn’t show it. Her mother’s worsening health caused her to depend even more on Rosemarie then she did before. Rosemarie had to juggle working late on the weekends, eight classes during the week and caring for her mother too. This was all too much for Rose and she finally called me one night, crying and asking me if I could please come see her, she felt tired and alone. I rushed from my house in Norfolk to Virginia Beach to see her, and I tried to reassure her everything would be okay and that I would always be here for her. Her friends were once again, mostly absent.
Rosemarie didn’t have the senior year she wanted to have, but all the struggles she has faced have I have seen her grow even more strong and mature. She is looking to the future with hopeful eyes.