Chandler Vs. Chandler: Personal Narrative

Ryan, she was supposed to contact you to explain her situation, but I’m not sure if she spoke with you yet.

A junior in Brownsboro High School, Ashley Dixon was asked an important question, “What improvement would you like to see in Brownsboro/Chandler.” In receiving this question, Dixon pondered for a while and gave her response : “ I would like to see more places to eat, more areas of entertainment, and new schools hopefully soon.” However, she added, “the only issue is that they would have to raise the taxes, and find some investors, but overall, it would make the lifestyle here more entertaining. We would also expand the area and hopefully attract more people into town.” Altogether, Dixon just wants the best for her hometown, her family and her peers.

Everybody loves Raymond is a show that was first released during the year of 1996 and ran all the way to 2005. The show is centered around Ray Barone, a talented sports writer who constantly has to put up with his wife, brother, kids, and even parents. Raymond is generally very sarcastic, no matter what the situation, and he does just about everything in his power to not have to deal with his kids. Instead he leaves most of the responsibilities of child care and cleaning to his wife, Debra. Although Everybody Loves Raymond manages to pull off being a wonderful show, it still plays into the stereotypical behavior of Gender roles, which ultimately prevents society from making any real progress.

I still remember that first game, 10 years old dressed in a blue and white cheerleading costume, and pom poms in my hands. The teams comes running out of the locker room and the crowd goes wild, standing and cheering. My mom kept talking about her first game, and watching the guys shot the basketball and taking pictures of her favorite players. The game ended that day, and the Villanova men’s basketball team won that day.

Rafael envisioned how he would ask Sonny to marry him over and over in his head. Him on one knee at a restaurant, box in hand, asking him that most important question, and Sonny saying “yes”. He wanted this to be perfect as he paces around outside the restaurant that they normally go to for their date nights. Not to mention, he arrived a little early and wanted to waste time. Well, that was the excuse he was going with.

When I read my name on the page that stated who had made the group I was overjoyed. I had actually made it into the girl’s showchoir, Sound Sensation, at my school. To my delight two years later I was admitted into the premier coed showchoir, Classic Connection. These two accomplishments have delineated my high school career. These accomplishments have presented me a family, new and diverse friends, including more mentors and role models than I could ever possibly count. In these past four years I have defined my life by the four pillars of these groups, the pillars of honor, pride, tradition and discipline. I have been taught honor, to honor the commitment I have made to the group as well as to honor my words and actions. I have been taught

Joey liked it when Chandler did that. It made his voice sound softer. His eyes filled with tears when he realized this might be the last time Chandler talked to him that way. Or talked to him at all.

“Come on guys,” I yelled. I heard the screech of the referee’s whistle. Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line and our team’s championship hopes, being foremost on our team’s minds, was all coach could scream about. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he yelled out. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” That got the whole team riled up as we rushed back onto the court. The crowd, encouraging as always, yelled out their approval on the fact that we were giving it our all. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, something special had to happen or we were done for the season.

It was October 31st, 2010. A group of teenagers were sitting in the forbidden woods. The moonlight was shining the ever so faintly through the leaves, the wind was blowing through the trees creating a smooth scent of fresh leaves. The group laughing and dancing around soon were very quiet and still. All that was playing was the music. Off in the distance they heard what sounded like a young woman screaming.

I remember the weekend we first got Jenna like it was yesterday. I had been begging for a dog for a million years and my mom finally let me get one. Don’t tell Jenna this, but she wasn’t my first pick for a dog. Actually, I never even thought I’d get her.

I was in California and it was during Christmas vacation. I was really confused on what I wanted for Christmas, so every day I would go online looking for things to buy.

Basketball time. Halfway through the season. It was game night. I was nervous. I always got nervous for basketball games. So after school I’m getting all my stuff ready and I’m putting on my basketball uniform. I had to get fired up. So I listened to some Kanye West. Ok. I was ready. My mom drove me to my game. I put my bag in the locker room. I go out on the court and warm up with the other girls. I’m getting even more nervous. BUUZZZ. That’s the buzzer. Time to go bring it in. Our coach talks to us and tells us the play to run first. I wasn’t a starter or anything. So I sat on the bench waiting to go in. The jump ball had started. Our team got the ball. During half of the first quarter, Coach told me to go in. I went in. I did my part and I played ok.

Nathan befriends a homeless woman named Cici, each day he takes her a breakfast sandwich just to be sure she eats at least once a day. Unbeknownst to Nathan this unusual friendship and his simple act of kindness mean more than he could know. A random act of violence ends Cici’s life but not before placing an old copper bracelet on Nathan’s wrist that is about to change his life forever…

From the moment my parents picked me up from school, I knew something was wrong. There was this uncomfortable silence hanging in the air as we got our food and sat down in Five Guys. My sister and I kept glancing around the table as we waited for someone to say something first. Finally, my mom broke the silence and I thought my world was crumbling down. I don’t even know how my sister felt in that moment, but I knew it was harder for her. Our mom was deployed to Japan for two years. In those two years, we’d have to look out for each other, but especially for our dad because he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of two girls on his own.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside