Gcse Narrative

Focused and determined during batting practice; we hardly spoke. I looked around to see intense eyes complimented by the black smudges we had painted underneath. I wondered if anyone else was feeling the way I was. I was ecstatic and pumped up but I was also melancholy. I suddenly realized as I was standing with my teammates that this was our last tournament together. I was a senior, the oldest on the team. At that moment I decided to lay it all out, not for myself but for my coaches and my teammates. It was my last day of Aces softball so I knew I had to make it

As I sit on the floor of my bedroom, I prepare myself for a life changing week. My dark black suitcase is right next to me. I have my packing list in one hand and a red pen in the other. I cross out the items that I already have. I make sure that I have everything I need for a week at summer camp. Every summer since 5th grade, I have gone to Skyview Ranch in Millersburg, Ohio. It is a week of laughing until my stomach hurts and powerful words that change my mind forever.

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

I was sitting in my classroom waiting for my number to get called. It's was fourth grade and we had just gotten back from the holidays and everyone was turning in their homework. My teacher was as mad as a bull with all the excuses. “My dog ate my homework” “I dropped it in the pool”. Then I remembered my story…my homework caught on fire! I thought back to that day when I was in first grade. I was as little as a mouse. I was at home doing my homework while my mom was cooking and put my homework by her purse which happens to be by the burners. My mom being the greatest cook ever turned on the wrong burner. Then the corner of my homework caught on fire! I screeched and my mom put it out. The next day my teacher asked me what happened to my homework.

I had just won first place in the oldest, most competitive sewing contest in the country! Something most people could only dream of had suddenly become my reality. So why wasn’t I happy? Why did I feel like I was being whisked off to prepare for the Hunger Games, groomed and fussed over by people who didn’t care about me?

As I placed the car into park, turned the key off and stepped into the crisp cold winter air, I begin to feel my pulse raise. With each step we took drawing us closer to the door, I felt my heart beating faster. With a quick turn of the ice cold door knob, I found myself standing in a whole new world. The food, the music, the faces, the language, everything was different than what I knew. For the first time in my life I was the minority in my small home town of Winamac, Indiana.

The air had a crisp feeling to it, the kind that just let’s you know that fall is right around the corner. Little kids were playing in the grass to one side and on the other people were beginning to lean on buildings, as all the seats under the tent were taken. The smell of food permeated the air as the food trucks began to get started, and people were waiting in line to get their first hotdog of the day. The stage was empty but you could feel the anticipation of the people as they knew that soon the performers would take the stage and they would be on their way on a journey through different cultures and traditions. It was the morning of the last day of the National Folk Festival and the North Carolina Traditions Stage was opening with

Then in the fourth inning we scored one more run making it five to three going into the bottom of the fourth at this point I was beyond scared because the coach told me to be ready to pitch. In the bottom of the fourth inning they scored one more run making it five to four we did not score in the top of the fifth and in the bottom of the fifth West Central got their first two batters on base. The coach walked on to the mound and motioned to me that I was going to pitch. I was very scared; all I was trying to do was throw strikes which I did, we got out of the inning without them scoring. Then the bottom of the sixth came where again their first two batters got on base, I thought I am going to lose the state championship for my team, but somehow I struck out next three batters. When the bottom of the seventh came and we were still ahead, I knew that we were going to win I was not scared at all anymore. I got the first three batters out to win the championship the team’s first ever state championship.

Before I started using Smarthinking, turnitin, and the remaining tools from Capella, I was quite nervous on how my paper will be graded. Then, I became more confident in my writing styles due to the feedback that I received from Smarthinking, turnitin, and most importantly, from Dr. J. The revisions to Unit 4 and Unit 7 assignments have already been implemented in order to improve my final paper for Unit 10. For instance, some of the suggestions that I had to revise were sentence structure, word choice, and grammar & mechanics. I took my time to make revisions about the suggested comments so that my assignments will have clarity and with precision. The feedbacks that I received from Units 4 and 7 have been tremendously very beneficial. As

I messaged you on Christmas on Skype, sorry if you didn’t get it. If you meant a call, I just don't have the strength to do that right now. When I hear your voice,I just become weak. Look, our arguments and disagreements have gotten me to a state where I don’t feel sane anymore. I thought I explained that but I’ll go to deeper details. I can’t sleep anymore without taking a sleep aid, I break down crying randomly throughout the day, and I’ve been very close to harming myself. I haven’t bleed, but I have bruised myself. I can’t handle stand your “I won’t grow” mindset. I have given up on you coming over, I get it that could never happen right now. You made me believe it could for a year now. It not just that, it everything Jerson. I want

Although it was a windy day, the Music Festival filled the school with lots of joy and smiles. The purpose of this Music Festival was to raise money for the clubs and organizations of Chino Hills High School. It was a success because everyone was ecstatic to come out and support the dedicated members of the performing arts.

“Did use the wand?” Mr. ED asked as he placed a plate in front of Titus. “Yes, I did.” The excited boy said, “And everything went better than expected.” “Hold on“, Mr. Ed said, “let me first fetch us some fresh water and food, then we can both sit and talk.”

I showed up to school every day with my too-small shoes, my plain dress, and my messy hair. Two girls from my class took my brand-new crayons and broke them in half, telling me I wasn’t their friend. My eyes teared up and I tried my best not to cry. My lips trembled. I cried. My mom didn’t like when I cried, “Crying doesn’t solve any of your problems,” she’d tell me. I never really agreed with her. Sometimes forgetting your problems works.

Maria was a 12 year old girl in Mexico City, she had just moved in with her abuelita Karmen from San Luis Potosi. A week passed, and it was Maria's first day of school at La Secundaria 32 . Maria was a great student she always did her work and had A’s in all her subjects in class. She also has many friends which she kinda didn't talk to because they really didn't pay attention to her. You see although Maria was excellent at almost everything , her family had always been poor. Maria didn't have nice clothes like her friends did or a phone or even new shoes. This had always made Maria feel alone also because they would make fun of her for wearing the same thing.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a