I Finally Figured It Out

I had planned to write my 3rd assignment on my anxiety problem but instead of writing about something I hate, I decided to write about something I love. Here is an excerpt from my essay...

“It’s time to wake up! She’s going to come out of the hotel any second and you’re going to miss it! Let’s go,” I said as I burst into Kat’s room in the Lyons house. It was 5:15 in the morning and it was an extremely important day. Too important to waste away sleeping and Kat and Misty promised they would join me for this event two weeks ago when I had told them about it. I had gotten up at 4:45 and driven to their house to enjoy the day with them and they were still in bed. I called up the steps to Misty and she said she would be down soon but it wasn’t soon enough. They needed to be ready now or maybe I just needed to calm down a little.

Even though I had hardly slept the night before, I wasn’t even the slightest bit tired. It was Friday, April 29, 2011 and the Prince was getting married to a commoner. I could not contain my excitement. It was going to be a glorious day for England and a glorious day for me. I went into the living room and turned on CNN. Nothing too exciting was happening yet and the other girls were slowly making their way out of bed. I decided it was time to make the tea. I ran to the kitchen, heated up three cups of water and returned just as my friends had entered the living room.

“Hats on,” I said as I grabbed my large, black one with a giant, white flower on it. My hat is so big that it dips down in the front because it is too heavy to stay up on its own.  Misty, Kat, and I had bought “Royal Wedding” hats a few days before and it was finally time to wear them. We picked out the biggest, fanciest hats we could find. We needed to do this right. After all, this kind of thing doesn’t happen every day and we needed to make the most of it.Our 5:30 a.m. Royal Wedding party had started and the future princess was about to emerge and become part of the royal family. The girls and I placed our oversized, fancy hats on and we all sat down, sipping our tea, waiting for the moment when we would see the dress that the whole world was anticipating.

Everyone has that one thing that they can’t get enough of. For some it’s playing an instrument, traveling to a particular city, playing or watching a sport, drawing, painting, or even eating a certain type of food. Mine is a little different. It’s not a thing or a place. She’s a person and her name is Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge.