My Friend, Chris Essay examples

I remember an old saying my mother used to tell me, “Never say never”. Is this true? I would have never expected this to be true till something happened to me that changed my life till this very day. Growing up I was oddly very cold hearted. I guess I was never the gurly girl always crying after a finger nail broke or the kind of person that wore her heart on her sleeve. I would always keep things to myself and let it be the day someone saw me cry. Most people just thought I wasn’t human. Crying…

Grant Professor Neagle English 111 15 September 2010 We All Need Somebody to Lean On: My Ideal Friend According to Sharita Gadison, “Some friends come and go like a season, others are arranged in our lives for a reason. “ Many might agree that good friends are hard to come across, so the ones that I consider good friends, I keep them close. I know without a doubt the qualities that make a good friend. A friend is someone who is dependable. When all else fails, it never harms to be able to have that…

My Best Friend Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica. Jessica was more than my neighbor. She was more than my mentor. She was my best friend. Jessica…

describe a potential classmate that you believe you could learn from either within or outside a formal classroom environment. It is hard to think about specific qualities of someone whom I could learn from without examining my own background and surroundings. My hometown of Wayland, Massachusetts is probably much different than Austin, Texas. Wayland is a small suburban town about twenty miles west of Boston. It is not extremely crowded here, but there are probably enough people and buildings…

grave commented. The Litigator let out a sudden guffaw and responded calmly with, “Your comments won’t matter once you’re down there forever. Alone. Six feet under. Where nobody can here peep a word.” he paused momentarily. “Death is unpleasant my friend” The man became fearful after hearing this sad, yet true comment that his chest reacted with a small reflex, causing goose bumps to form everywhere on his body. The Litigator reached for his black pistol in the back pocket of his jeans. He aimed…

Her. My best friend, my un-biological sister, the calmness of my drama. She has many titles to her name, well from me at least. But unfortunately bad friend is one of them. It all started last year. Our first year in a new school. Our first year in middle school. I can just remember about how we were wishing things wouldn’t change. But they did. This past year my very best friend has treated me like dirt. I was not the wind beneath her wings, but the dirt beneath her feet. She has treated me like…

My Best Friend It was raining the day Mark Turner died. On a dark, rainy summer night, he foolishly got in the passenger side of a 1998 midnight blue Eclipse. His 19 year old cousin Sam, was the driver, and Sam had a little too much to drink that night. At about three in the morning, they were leaving a party that one of Sam's friends threw. They were rushing home, because they already had missed curfew by two hours. Not aware of his surroundings, Sam carelessly got on the wrong side of…

this, but she changed my life. She was there for me when it seemed like no one else was. When most of my friends were dissolving around me and I just didn’t feel like I could do anything right, she was there, and she made everything seem okay. It didn’t matter that I was inevitably going to graduate with a GPA a tenth of a point lower than I wanted, or that my director told me that he was disappointed in me because I just didn’t seem focused lately, or that my other friends just weren’t talking to…

eight years old, I had meet my best friend, Haven. But before I turned fourteen years old I lost her. Almost every memory we shared is as fresh as the day it happened. It was 6:50 Friday morning. I remember getting onto the bus that morning and feeling very odd, thinking to myself, “did I wear this top already?” So I thought back and just brushed off the strange feeling because I realized I didn’t, well hope I didn’t. I got to school and went straight to my locker to get my books like I normally do…

Have you ever had that one special friend that you knew would be there for you through thick and thin? That special friend, who can read your thoughts, finish your sentences, and make you smile when you are feeling blue. A friend is someone who is honest and you can trust. A friend is someone who you hang out with, and someone you rely on. Friendship is being there for someone when they need you. That person for me is my best friend Katrina. She is the kindest, sweetest person I have ever known…