What was the best day of your life? The worst? Describe one or both.

The best day of my life was when I received a laptop from my parents during Christmas in 2005. That year, whenever my parents asked me what I want for Christmas, I told them I want a laptop. My parents shook their heads and said they don't have enough money to buy somthing so expensive. So whenever they ask me again for what I want, I jokingly say the word, 'laptop', knowing that they will never get me a laptop. On Christmas day, my sisters and I received a huge big box wrapped in green christmas wrappers. On the tag labeled, 'To: My Daughters, From: Mr.& Mrs. Santa Claus.' My sisters and I knew it was from our parents. Before opening the box with my sisters, I told myself that it'll be a sweater that I had pointed out to my mom two weeks agon. Surprisingly, when my sisters and I opened the box, were were given individual presents wrapped in boxes. As we each open our present, all of us screamed in surprise and happiness. I received the most surprisng thing of all: my laptop. I was happy and couldn't stop the feeling. I thanked my parents many times that day because it was like Santa making a wish come true. That day was the best day of my life.

The worst day of my life was when I procrastinate on my 6th grade portfolio scrapbook of Me, Myself, and I, and did not get to go on the 6th grade trip to Six Flags. We were given half the school year to finish our portfolio. The portfolio contains essays on my experience in 3rd grade all the way to 6th grade. In the essays, we wrote about our hardships and how we overcame them. Along with essays, we were required to add photos of our early years to the current (6th grade) and make the portfolio look interesting and fun to read. However, as a kid, I did not like to write a lot because I was not a good writer. Every time my teacher turned in my essays with lots of correction marks, I put it in my folder and forget about it. My essays piled and piled behind the folder until it was a week before the due date. I tried to correct as many essays as I can along with adding photos and pictures into the portfolio. The day before the trip and the due date of the project, I stood up late correcting papers and trying to fnish the scrapbook. My aunt was also helping me by typing my essays as I make corrections. Unfortunately, the printer was out of ink, and I did not get to print out all the essays needed to complete the portfolio. So on the day of the trip, I rushed to my school with the unfinished project in hand. However, when I got there, I saw all my friends happily forming lines and already walking toward the bus. I realized that it was too late for me to go. I couldn't blame it on anyone but myself because I was a procrastinator who did everything last minute. That day was the worst day of my life because everyone in 6th grade went on the trip, whether they completed their portfolio or not, and I was the only one who didn't.