allan


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Her Back in fifth grade I was over at a Fourth of July party at a house in my neighbor hood when I first met her. She had dark brown hair and only said what she needed to and nothing else. I heard her call across the room “does anyone want to play Mad-Gab?” When I said “sure,” it was the beginning of what could be compared to a five year boating trip- some rough storms, but in the end a nice horizon to look at. If you jump back to now we have had plenty of arguments, but in the end we are still very close friends, even though we don’t see each other as much anymore. I’ve helped her with a lot of bad problems she’s had in life, but she has done just the same for me. She once said to me “I don’t get why I am still here,” to which I replied “don’t give up on life, because you are worth a lot more than you think,” because in all honesty, I don’t know what my life would be like if I hadn’t met her. Goodbye Acting (for now) The fall drama is now over, and the spring musical is coming up. All I hear is “Allan you will definitely have a lead.” After doing three straight shows right after each other I was burnt out from acting, so the day of auditions I just never showed up. I showed up at the stage crew meeting and that was where my current role started. Mr. Lupfer began to read off a job list in his usually calm tone “lighting… lobby display… ushers…,” but when he hit one job it hit me like a baseball aiming for my head “soundboard.” As soon as he said that I knew what I wanted to do. I told him I would do it, and soon enough we had a brand new desk built for the sound table and the microphone receivers built and I was good to go. The Place Every morning there are people walking in, and every night there are people walking out. All I ever hear is “I already went through High School, I did all this work, it’s your turn!” Up and down the hallways you I different kinds of people. There are the jocks who think they are all that matter to the school, the people who tan so much that they look like a box of tangerines walking up a hallway, the average children who are doing what they need to get done and nothing more or less than that, the dreamer students who just do what they want to do and think it will get them where they want, and the kids who are so lost in what’s going on in life that they have no idea what they are doing or why they are even where they are. So many real geniuses come here, but lose it because they either don’t realize how smart they really were in time, or they over do it and build themselves up for a bigger break down than when the Colossus of Rhodes collapsed. This place is both a safe haven and a prison, this is high school. What kind of a name is Larkin? All of my life, I think my name has only been spelt right if I told whoever was writing it to make sure they spelt it right. If I don’t say that it either comes out Alan, Allen or Alen. I have never even met an Allan who spells their name “Alen.” My middle name, Larkin, was my great-grandparents last name, it also comes from one of my nationalities, Irish. If you search Larkin on google though, chances are the first thing that will come up is Larkin Lights, a light bulb company. My last name, Weck, is German. I don’t really have anything interesting to say about my name, because in all honesty it’s not interesting, it is just the name people call me when they want to talk to or about me, it’s that simple. I don’t want to get a name change or anything, because in all honesty that would be more selfish than not giving water to a cancer patient. You are putting more work on yourself because you would have to chance credit cards and other things to your current name, and you are making all your friends have to remember not to call you whatever your name was, and try to memorize what your new name is, but we will save more of this for another story. My Compass I joined Boy Scouts in 2005. When I joined, the first thing I got was my own compass. I used to carry my compass around with me everywhere I went. Now it sits in my room next to my bed. I think I will always keep this because it has been with me since my first camping trip and it will always remind me of the great times I had in Boy Scouts. Because of school I can’t really go on any regular camping trips anymore. Every once and a while I will still pitch a tent in my back yard and take my compass with me though so that I still have that good feeling I used to when it was just my friends and I out in the woods having a good time without worrying about life back at home. I will probably keep my compass with me until the day I die. X  An X is a very important symbol to me. It is important to me because it represents the lifestyle I choose to follow. I am Straight-Edge, which means I don’t do drugs, and I don’t drink anything with alcohol. I don’t hate people who do, but I feel it is not a need for my life. The X started at bars when under aged kids would go in for concerts and the bouncer would have to put an X on their hands to signify that they can not drink. That X would evolve into the symbol for Straight-Edge. I am not one of those people who will go around preaching about how they will ruin your life, I just feel I can live a pretty healthy life with out either of those two things. I also don’t plan on saying one thing now, and growing up to do another. I plan on following the Straight-Edge lifestyle for the rest of my life.