Margaret’s 2nd Quarter Reflection

Something that I am really proud of is my Thanksgiving piece. I think I put a lot of work into it and it payed off when I got to share it at the Thanksgiving assembly. I learned that the longer I spend on something the better it ends up coming out. I will continue to do this in the future to improve my work.

Here’s my Thanksgiving piece:

I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm beeping. I slowly sit up to check the time. My phone reads 7 AM. Why did I set to my alarm to 7:00 in the morning? I never set my alarm clock period. I grab my phone and gaze into the screen, the light stinging my eyes. I manage to turn the brightness all the way down and see a notification on my lock screen. It says: Thanksgiving Today. My eyes go from practically shut, to popping out of my head! I spring out of bed and tip-toe into the living room. No one is awake yet. Just then, I hear my stomach rumble. As I’m about to wake my mom up to make pancakes, I decide that maybe I could make pancakes myself as a way of saying thank you for everything she’s done. A smile slowly spreads across my face… I think back to the time in Girl Scouts when we made pancakes to earn our cooking badge. That was relatively easy. I sprint to my computer and look up pancake recipes. I click on the first one, slowly reading down the list. In the kitchen, I check for all of the ingredients: eggs, flour and sugar we have. Next is baking powder. I search the cabinets and drawers, each time getting less and less hopeful. There is no baking powder to be found. I’m not giving up now. I guess I’ll just need to buy more.

I scribble a note to my parents and leave it on the dining room table before I go out into the crisp fall air. The cold breeze whistles in my ears and I can see my breath. The fall colors are exiting, all reds and yellows and greens. Even though it’s early, there are already people walking around. I head to the Duane Reade since it’s the closest pharmacy. When I tug on the handle, it doesn’t budge. I try again and still, it doesn’t open. I look up to see a sign on the door that says, “Closed for Thanksgiving.” The eager grin melts off my face. I think about Whole Foods a couple blocks away. They probably have baking powder, but when I think about walking there, then through the enormous store, I’m overwhelmed. Plus, I’m not sure if they’re open. I guess I’ll just have to go home and make pancakes without baking powder, which I don’t even think will work. When I get inside, I realize how cold I am. Just walking into the warm air is relieving. When I open the door, I see my sister sitting at the dining room table with my dad. Just then, I smell something and see my mom in front of a pan with a pancake cooking on it. “You want some pancakes?” she asks. I look around and see my whole family together. I have so much to be thankful for. My hunger slowly melts away. All I need is my family on Thanksgiving.