How To Write A Narrative Essay About Moving To Chicago

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

I was panicking I didn’t know what I did I thought I was in some kind of trouble, but when I got to the principal’s office, there were 2-3 police officers there waiting for me. They sat me down with a concerned look and told me some terrible news. These few words that I could never get out of my head. It’s as if there locked in a prison. They told me that my father was in an accident at first I thought that they were just talking about a car accident. I had no idea what to expect. Then they told me that my father had passed away I started balling my eyes out I didn’t know what to do. They soon drove me back to my house where I saw my brother and a few neighbors and friends. There were a few cop cars and an ambulance. I later found out that he had committed suicide. My aunt and uncle came and picked us up from my house and brought us to their house where they tried to cheer us up a bit it was my cousins birthday so we tried to have a

Moving happens frequently, about fourteen percent of Americans move each year. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is about 46,778,674 American citizens, that’s each year alone. If it hasn’t happened consider yourself lucky. If you’ve never personally moved, chances are probably know someone who has. The struggles that come along with moving can start off calm and fine but the reality of what is being left behind sets in and just realizing that everything has changed. I’ve moved three times, each time to completely new locations, new places I’ve never seen, and new faces I hadn’t met. The first time I moved it was life-changing. I was moving from the suburbs of Coppell, Texas to Albany, Georgia.

Rosewood. The school I'll be attending for the rest of my three years of high school, and to be completely honest, I'm not al that excited. I'm not good at making friends, which usually ends up with me being alone. Last year I made two friends, Isabelle and Roy. That's only because I had to do a group project with them second term, sure they were nice and welcoming but I never talked to them, I'd smile and wave in the halls or exchange small 'hello's' but other than that I was alone. The only good thing I can think of is that I could have a new outlook and not that of -what the school called me- 'Emo' and I'm not. Perhaps moving to Illinois could be a good thing, but if I get labeled a Emo again it's 9th grade all over again. Three days from now I'll be on my way to my new home..

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

She had passed on Sunday June 30th and the funeral home wasn’t able to receive the body until the end of the week because they had to wait on the medical examiner to release her body thus ruling out a homicide. It felt like my insides was being twisted as I waited to find out the results of the autopsy to find out the cause of death. It came to light that she had passed due to a blood clot that travelled to her heart causing to go into cardiac arrest. The passing of my aunt hurt me deeply because I had just seen her a couple of days ago with my mother and she had taken a picture of her, which had turned out to be the last picture of my aunt alive. Every time I wish I could go see my aunt I just look at the picture; however, it was like playing the devil’s advocate because I was also in the last picture of

I look out the car window and watch the curving road disappear and reappear as it hugs the sides of the Ecuadorian mountains. Contemplating my growing boredom or an inkling of carsickness, my eyes focus on something new in the landscape. I see children on the side of the road, smaller than my eight-year-old self and wrapped in striped blankets in light of the cool weather. With their outstretched hands they can only be doing one thing: begging. Who would stop to help these children on this rural, high-speed road? The likelihood of anyone pausing to answer their plea is close to zero. Their dark faces soon vanish as the car rounds another curve.

It wasn’t easy at first for Ludi to move to suburbs. The first time she heard a proposal from her husband, Trevor, she was strictly against it. Being born and brought up in the city and now a sudden shift to suburbs seemed something she can’t get used to. A super-fast life in the city versus a relaxing life in suburbs were two different things according to her. It was bad enough that she was a housewife; in the city, her time passed by pretty quickly doing the chores and going out and about. Though, in the suburbs, her list of chores fell short. She found more time on her hand even after finishing her daily activities.

My capstone project was to go to Chicago and to see many high quality art in art museum and murals/monuments in public in the city. It was also to study the diverse art culture of Chicago.

The day was young, and the sun blazed from the sky. It was an afternoon, and the atmosphere around me was filled with joy. Everyone was excited and waited in anticipation for the final whistle to be blown. It was only five minutes to go, and Cameroon was leading in the soccer match with distinction. Suddenly, the principal's car came rushing towards the entrance to the hospital where I was admitted and my friends and I got up with the speed of light and was about to run to our hospital beds when we saw the least expected. A student was brought out of the principal's car with blood all over his body and looked unconscious. My stomach plummeted due to the sight, and I panicked. When the student was brought into the hospital, I felt like I was

Located around 17 miles northwest of downtown Chicago, it is easy to get to the city center. O'Hare Airport is accessible by trains and buses, local mass transit and shuttles. The ground transportation services at Chicago Airport are located at the arrival entrances of each

Why should I go to Chicago? You may ask this question as you read this paper, and I indeed have an answer. I believe I should go to Chicago, never being to the city before, and just to hear about the fun attractions would make my first experience even better. I also believe that if I go to Chicago, already having an interest in science, that visiting the Science and Industry museum will help me learn more than what I already learned in school. For example some like robotics, would be an eye-opening experience that could influence what I choose to do in the future. With this experience, I can also go to the Shedd Aquarium. I could have the opportunity to learn more about the Ocean, and learn new things I might have never thought of . Let alone

Summer of freshman year my cousins Zachery, Aaron and the newest addition to the family a baby girl named Kailee were visiting from Louisiana along with my Aunt and Uncle Charlie and Margo. Although far from each other our families have always kept close to each other and remained in contact. It had just recently been two years since we moved from Florida to Texas and my mother's side of the family had not yet come to visit us in our new house so we invited them to come stay a week with us to see the new place.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

A month before my birthday was going to come up, I remember waking up to get ready for 1st grade. I remember getting ready with my mom because at the time she worked at the same school I went to. We both got in the car, she dropped me off at my class and she went to go take care of kids for the rest of the day (she was a yard duty). During class, my teacher told us we had free time, the rest of the day consisted of fun, but right when I was about to start playing, I say an ambulance rush to the nearest office from the open door across the room. At the time being a kid I thought, “Wow! it’s an ambulance outside the school”; However, it was actually worse, because it wasn’t until, I got tapped on the back of my shoulder and saw my teacher and principle standing there both looking at me with worried faces.