Humorous Story Essay

I chose to read the book It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. I’m at the midpoint of the book and so far I have mixed feelings about the plot. I already have thought about the characters I like and dislike. My favorite character, hands down, is Craig because I can relate to his personality the most. If you know me, you know that I’m a very awkward person and can sometimes get very anxious and stressed about things that are not worth working myself up about. Although I relate to Craig very closely, I have contradictory feelings towards other characters. For example, some I have very strong emotions for, while others I find displeasing. For example, I do not like the judgemental quality that Craig’s little sister has, but I do support how she cares for her brother even if

We ran like the wind through the heavily crowded streets in search the familiar blue polo all orchestra members were assigned . After a while, we found another member who was able to point us in the direction of a bathroom. We raced off in the direction we were told to so that we may find much the needed toilets. Up a hill we found the magnificent yet disgusting bathroom that ,sadly, had only two room/stalls. Louise and Phil went into each leaving me to wait outside in the boiling sun. I waited outside forever until Louise finally got out of there. I rushed in the room right after her not reading the warning sign that was in English saying to wait one minute before entering the stall. I was too busy to worry about signs since my bladder was about to explode. SLAM! The large, metal door closed loudly behind me making my jump. CLICK! A pipe on the floor turned on and began spraying cold water. I decided that now was the perfect time to leave and turned to the door attempting to opening it but after many tries at turning the handle, realizes that it was locked. I turned around once more to find that three more pipes had begun spraying water. The room became dark as the lights shut off leaving me to my own thoughts and allowing fear to consume

The next night as the concert was wrapping up Niall finished his speech then said Louis had an announcement. The stadium grew quiet as Louis walked to the front of the stage “Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of Larry Stylinson things going around and there is something I want to say about it.” He glanced over at one of the Modest members who was signaling for him to stop talking but he ignored him and looked back at Harry and motioned for him to come over to him. “How many people here believe Harry and I are in a relationship?”The crowd began cheering then Louis got them to be quiet again. He glanced at Harry then looked at the crowd “Well tonight I want everyone to know that we think it’s about time you all knew the truth. Make sure you get this

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.

I knew Landon was up to something when he woke me up with breakfast in bed, which, in my opinion, was a lovely way to wake up.

When I walked into the boys’ lavatory for the first time, I was immediately overwhelmed by the horrendous stench. The lavatory was poorly ventilated. Over the years the lavatory odors had become part of the walls, ceiling and the cement floor. I briefly looked around, and decided that I really didn’t need to use the facilities, so I quickly walked out. I never wanted to go into that room again.

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

That day will remain etched vividly in my mind forever. It was a hot and humid day. We were playing up that weekend and our first game was on field four against the dominant pleasant hill billies. On the ride there my dad gave me a wonderful pep talk, he told me to not to screw up and that he wasn't going to let me play if I didn't do well, it wasn't anything new so I didn't let it affect me too much.

When I first countered this question, I could thought of many things which matter to me most like my family, my friends, living a life according to my own choices without playing blame games. Next day, when 1Aleppo came under the Syrian Army I couldn't fathom the atrocities being committed on innocent lives. This incident provoked me to write my thoughts on facebook after a long period of time, texting my friends that we will organize a charity event or solidarity march. It was this moment that I realized that helping people out of problems whenever possible, taking a stand for known- unknown strangers matter most to me. I don't want to sound pessimistic but I am not hopeful regarding the future of this world- wars, endemic diseases, natural

I felt as a silly person when I stand up to read my speech. As I walked toward the podium, I thumped my knee on a chair. It was embarrassing. On top of that, I continued saying “like” and “um,” and I could not stop giggling. I was nervous about being up front. I’ve been practicing this speech frequently, and I still buzzed. It was ten minutes of abscond concerning how people occasionally wish no to accomplish. Did I ever confirm my point? My speech was atrocious; I’m surprised that people didn’t jeer at me. According to my teacher, I should not anguish it, though. Moreover, people get nervous his or her first time speaking in public, consequently she said, with time, I would become a phenomenon at this speech giving the proper material. I

As I sit on the stage of the most prestigious music hall in the world, Carnegie Hall, with my cello in between my legs and bow in hand, the conductor raises his baton. He cues me along with 150 symphony players dressed in uniform black tuxedos and gowns. I was unbelievably nervous, sitting second chair for hundreds to see; we opened with, “The Marriage of Figaro” composed by Mozart. I had been preparing for this contest, this moment, all year and now it was finally upon me.

Over 350 million people suffer from depression worldwide. It’s Kind of a Funny Story, written by Ned Vizzini, is a realistic fiction novel about a high schooler named Craig Gilner who struggles with depression and suicidal thoughts. This story was a great read and for multiple reasons. Vizzini does a great job of making Craig, the protagonist, a very interesting character, and the novel itself is very relatable to anyone who is/was a student. Craig has many intriguing qualities that are hard to ignore.

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.

Ash grinned at his Pokémon's determination. "Alright then. Start with an Agility!" Pikachu ran circles around Squirtle, showing his superior speed. Gary wasn't impressed.