How Esperanza Changed My Life-Personal Narrative

We hung out every weekend and always had the time of our life, usually talking about anime or pokémon, because we were really into those types of things. I thought of her as family, but as time went on we just grew more distant, she stayed interested in those things, while I got over a lot of it and while yes, I still love anime and all that stuff, I don’t have that same excitement that I used to have for it. Then she moved away and we kind of just stopped hanging out and texting all together. I was battling depression since 2nd or 3rd grade and she was a great way for me to take my mind off of everything else that I was thinking of. I am an antisocial person, I’m socially anxious, and I consider myself an introvert, so making new friends was actually pretty difficult. Luckily, in 8th grade, I actually made quite a few friends, but they were not the kind I should’ve had. I can’t go into deep details about them all but we can just say most of them were girls and a lot of drama happened between me and them. I became the kind of guy that I never really wanted to be

Leslie Chavez has been my close friend for 10 years ever since kindergarten we live so close to each other that even if we wanted to we wouldn’t be able to get rid of each other. It all started the first day of kindergarten when a little girl named Leslie I hated her she would always stole my pencil with my great luck she was my cubbie buddy, now we learned to like each other, our arguments have brought us together because we were so honest to each other. Leslie now has always been there when I needed her, once I ran away and dashed to her house in first grade. Leslie and I have been so close that she has been there to clean up by throw up and let me borrow clothes. Leslie and I are obviously going to still being friends after high school

While I was going out for a stroll, I saw Rachel crying on the park bench. I walked up to her and said “Are you ok”, “ I am so sorry for not being your friend Melinda”, “Can you forgive me” Rachel said. ”Yeah, as long as you be my friend”. We hugged it off and we caught up with each other and finding out what we have been doing. It feels nice to be Rachel’s friend again, I feel like I can tell her anything

I am a 15 year old boy named brodey mauk, I live in a town called Escalon, California with my family but my parents are divorced. They got divorced when I was 8 or 9 but they have been good to each other but now. At my mom's house i live with my step dad and two sisters. And at my dad's house i live with my dad my step mom my brother and a little sister. I race for competitively on a race team called Nut Up race team. I was born in manteca but i have lived my whole life in escalon but i don't think i will ever move away. Because i know escalon and it's just an all out good town. But i think my personality is from school my racing and this town because this town i know a lot of people and it's nice to know a lot of people in a small town. And

My friend, Christina, demonstrates the quality of kindness. She and I have been friends ever since middle school, and have been through a lot together that many others would never understand. When i met Christina, she did not know I was going through a rough time in my life. I got to really know and become close to her due to having multiple classes together. As we became closer, she started to see the underlying problems that I was enduring. She was a kind soul who helped me through a rough part in my life; I’m thankful I met her. After having her friendship help me during my hardship, I came to find out that she was having trouble in her life too. She told me that I was the only one she felt comfortable talking to about her problems. When this happened, I laughed inside thinking about all the crap I put her through with my problems, however this was my chance to return the favor to friend that helped me. Her act of kindness

In my travels of the world I have found myself immersed in many cultures and varieties of ethnicity; I have been very fortunate to live in a day and age where such communication and experience is possible in one lifetime. I have seen La Cathedral de Notre Dame, the Statue of Liberty, the home of Da Vinci, and so many more wonderfully spiritual and historic monuments. Yet still I can say with the utmost certainty that no location has left such a lasting impact on my soul as the quaint, simple country of Costa Rica. Although many places have penetrated me with a sense of what the majestic earth and her inhabitants are capable of and have forced me to question whether or not anything is beyond the grasp of human ingenuity, none have brought

When I was in the bad group, she had tried to reach out to me. In our health/P.E. class she would help me with homework and questions I had. But outside of class, she didn’t exist in my mind. Looking back now, I didn't remember her being in my class. She knew that I had used her but still helped me because in her 6th grade year she had had no friends and struggled. She was really a good friend and always looked past stupid things that I may have done. She always stuck by me, no matter what the situation and helped me get back on my feet. She and I are not always together in school, but we know that we always have eachothers

8th grade was the best summer I’ve ever had. I was so happy because I was able to finally had a group of friends. It all started in Alpena, in May. My friend Breanna and I had gotten into numerous altercations and stopped being friends for a long time. Breanna messaged me and I decided that we should go get some ice cream. It turns out she wanted to say sorry for how she was acting. To this day, I consider her my best friend. Breanna and I reconciled in May and haven’t stopped being friends since. Earlier that year, I had met my friend Alyssa. She was basically like me, loud, crazy, cool, and didn’t care about others opinions on her. This is what basically bonded us. Breanna and I and Alyssa had hung out for a month, and we became the bestest

Edgar changed my life. A student I tutored in mathematics while serving for City Year, he was a prototypical student from the South Bronx, with an absentee father and unfair personal circumstances. My life, conversely, had the exact opposite trajectory. Yet Edgar and I developed a mutual trust, and we tutored almost every day. Through hard work, Edgar passed the 7th grade. And in doing so, he taught me two enduring things: to pursue positive change and to utilize my privilege.

Looking back it all started in fifth grade. I stepped out of the car on a frigid November morning and walked to the door. The doorbell echoed until my friend came to the door. The strong aroma of smoke filed out of the house as she opened the door. She grabbed her backpack and we raced to my dad’s car. We jumped into the backseat and we were off. The school day brought forth many hardships for my friend. She never seemed to understand anything we learned and I knew her parents weren’t any help. They were rarely home to begin with. I decided I was going to teach my friend everything we learned. I invited her over after school and we worked on our assignments together. I noticed that when we got our tests back she did superior to her previous

Towards the end of seventh grade everything seemed to be turning worse for me. I was a socially awkward nerd who thought humor could solve everything, even if it was not that funny. My grades were plummeting and my parents were not happy or supportive with it. My best and only friend Marco, an intelligent and funny boy, was moving to New York. On top of this I was already in a rather bad state, being a dumb nerd, not good at anything in particular, and already having not been happy the majority of my life. The two things I was happy and proud about were gone. Just as everything seemed to be depressing and looking down I began talking to her. She was a caring, helpful, and saw the best in everyone, even me. At first I had not realized it, but

In the past year, I have had to take up responsibilities just like Esperanza, I am trying to prove that I have responsibility to my mom so she can trust me to do things by myself. Whenever I get home the first thing I do when I get into the house is lock the door behind me, the second thing I do is let my dogs outside and come back later to get them inside, if the my dogs are low on food I will try and feed them.

Unfortunately, she was not able to attend another pottery, craft sale show. She had undergone chemotherapy treatment two days prior. Knowing how she depended on this income, I volunteered to do it for her, to be honest, I didn't really want to, I have so much I need to do to prepare for college, but she really needs the money to pay her mounting medical bills. So I was able to set up and run the booth for her. Once again, I got more out of helping her than I ever could imagine. So many of her pottery students, and her regular customers asked how she was doing. Everyone was so concerned. Loretta adds warmth to a room, when she is not there her presence is greatly missed. It like a sun hidden behind a cloud on a windy day. She always offers to pay me, but there is no way I can take any money from her, she has given me so much. When she thanks me, with tears in her eyes, I know I did the right thing and I would do it all over again. Our friendship is unique, we both have something to give to each other. Mine is time and strength hers is kindness and

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

“One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.” (Lucius Annaeus Seneca). There are many important events that happen in your life. Sometimes the bad ones stand out, but there’s always a good on to counter it. Remembering the first time I met someone special in my life always reminds me that the people you meet influence changes in your life. One of my closest friends, Ashley, made a huge impact on my life, and has changed my life in positive ways. From the first time she spoke to me (trying to help out a nervous kid), to inviting me into her house, where her family accepted me as their own; Ashley is extremely important to me.