Chase’s English Blog

 The sense I value most is sight. Being able to see allows me to experience the world in vivid color and detail—whether it’s watching a sunset, reading a good book, or recognizing the faces of people I care about. Sight helps me navigate my surroundings, express myself through art or fashion, and stay connected to everything happening around me.

 The holiday I look forward to the most each year is Christmas. It’s my favorite because everything just feels cozy and full of joy, especially with all the lights and decorations. My family always puts up the tree together, and we bake cookies while blasting holiday music. On Christmas Eve, we watch movies in our pajamas and drink hot chocolate. The next morning, we open presents and just hang out all day with good food and laughs. What makes it meaningful is spending quality time with my family and feeling like everything slows down for a bit.

 I’m the pink mechanical pencil, and I’ve seen it all — the rushed math homework, the doodles in the margins, the late-night test cramming. I live in your pencil pouch, but I love when you pull me out and start writing with purpose. I remember that time your hand shook before a quiz, but you held me tight and powered through. Sometimes, you press too hard and I snap, but I forgive you — every time. I may be small and pink, but I’m strong, just like you. So much depends upon me, but I depend on you too.

 One book that deeply affected me was Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince . The moment that stood out to me the most was when Dumbledore dies. It hit me hard because Dumbledore had always been this symbol of wisdom and safety, and his death marked a huge shift in the story. I felt a mix of sadness and fear for Harry, knowing he was left without his greatest protector. What made it even more emotional was the fact that Harry had just learned so much about Dumbledore’s past, making his death feel like the end of an era. That moment made me realize how much the characters had grown and how much more was at stake.

 Over spring break, I decided to focus on soccer and spent the week training hard. Every morning started with conditioning drills, followed by footwork and shooting practice. I worked on improving my speed, strength, and ball control, pushing myself more than I ever had during the regular season. Even though I wasn’t on vacation, I felt proud knowing I was getting better every day. By the end of the week, I could already feel the difference in my game—and that made it all worth it.

 If I could plan the perfect spring break with no limits, I’d fly to a private island in Greece with my closest friends. The water would be crystal clear, the skies always blue, and we’d stay in a beach house with a pool that overlooked the ocean. Every day, we’d swim, play soccer on the sand, and eat the best food—fresh fruit, seafood, and endless desserts. At night, there’d be bonfires, music, and stories under the stars. I’d bring a camera to capture everything so we’d never forget it. It would be the kind of break that feels like a dream, where nothing else in the world matters except having fun and making memories.