What is your most memorable experience? Your experience may stand out because it is exciting, meaningful, dangerous, hilarious, intriguing, or very, very dull. I have interviewed three Spotlight columnists–including myself– and have come up with a variety of stories in answer to this wild question.
Kalijah is clay’s Spotlight editor. Without her, clay’s articles may have turned out as distressing as her experience stranded at sea:
“When I was fourteen years old, I went on a school trip to Catalina Island. While I was there, we participated in many different activities: gaga ball (a game where you run, jump, and dodge the ball, trying to be the last one standing. You hit the ball at people with your hands and if the ball hits you on or below the knee, you’re out of the game.), scuba diving, snorkeling, kayaking, dodgeball, and paddle boarding. One day, we all woke up at five a.m. to watch the sunrise, and our instructor instructed us to get our paddle boards. He taught us how to go forward, but didn’t teach us how to go backwards. So, to make a long story short, I ended up stranded in the middle of the ocean, crying as I watched sea lions swim around me. I watched the majority of my classmates go back to the island, but a few of them were struggling like me. I honestly thought that I was going to die and started praying to God to save me and bring me back to the island. Luckily, one of my instructors noticed that a few of us were missing from the group and taught us how to turn around and come back. That was one of the scariest moments of my life and even thinking about it takes me right back to how afraid and alone I felt. It reminds me of what it’s like without the Lord. We might struggle in our personal lives and believe that we can handle everything ourselves, but when we put our trust in the Lord, He can save us from our struggles.”
It’s hard to choose a favorite experience from my life, but a funny one is the time I melted my mom’s expensive bluetooth speaker. I was focusing on lighting kindling in our fireplace so that our house would stay warm. Minutes before, I’d set our speaker atop the fireplace, but I somehow forgot about it when I lit the fire. With the speaker on the fireplace and the flames heating it as they devoured progressively larger logs, I began visiting with some guests. The next thing I knew, my sister rushed to the fireplace and pulled the speaker up from a ring of melted plastic at its base. I felt very nervous because I knew that the speaker cost $90 and that I’d have to pay for it. But when we tested to see if it still worked, we found that no damage had occurred except to its looks. We still use that speaker to this very day, and it still bears the scars from its tragedy.
Here is a story from Aina Do, clay’s Class Spotlight columnist. When I first contacted her, she said she had an unexciting life. So I asked her to write about her unexciting experiences:
“Life is an interesting thing.
Let me restate that. Life is an interesting thing in a biography or an autobiography. About 99.9999999% of the books we read only focus on the exciting parts of life. But I will attempt to show you a snippet of unexciting life.
So on Wednesday of April 24, I got up late at around nine o’clock (against the wishes of most people around me) and decided to completely forsake eating breakfast. Though I usually didn’t eat breakfast, I had a very specific reason that day for not eating breakfast. Namely, my mother was making a wonderful dish called pho which I really wanted to stuff my stomach with. Thus, no breakfast.
I began to do school, procrastinating here and there, checking things, but in general, doing the work I had to do…mostly.
And finally, the long awaited lunch hour of one o’clock (or thirteen o’clock) came! Scrambling to the kitchen, I sat down, seasoned my pho correctly, and stuffed my face in it. Oh, what a delight it was. It was like riding a dragon in the air…like watching a fire duck burn…like eating DELICIOUS FOOD!! It was so exciting–
Oh dear…it looks like I have written about something exciting after all. Oh, well. The pho was worth starving myself for in the morning.”
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