Narrative Essay

It was a normal Friday in March except for the fact that I got my license. So my friends and I thought about what we were going to do now that I have my license. Well, we cruised around town thinking we were hot stuff and that we were better that most kids in school since I had my license before many of my friends. We decided that we'd go off-roading since I had the huge truck. It was a hunter green 1979 Ford F-250 Custom. It had huge 33-inch tires, a loud crackling exhaust, and a unique 2-inch thick oak plank flatbed. It really was a beast. So we roared around the backroads hitting bumps and flying into fields just causing a little mischief not doing too much harm. After a week of horsing around

I however, do not have experience with teaching a specific course in an accredited medical technology program, but I do have on the job experience with instructing medical laboratory technician student, second year medical students, and new employees in the field of medical technology.

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

I speeded up, crossed the bridge, and headed north to Santa Clara. I was going to college. After so many years, I was still moving. Ten minutes later I finally saw it, the Santa Clara University.

My eyes were the worst mixture of bloodshot, purple and torture, my body in the worst state possible having gone seventy two hours without sleep, a meal and a proper shower and my mind, a complete mess. I was physically and mentally exhausted, my body and face displaying it all, yet I don't think I had ever came to know who I was more than at the very moment I saw myself completely shut down.

It is finally Saturday and I get to catch up on all my absent work. But the sad news is that I had to stay at my late great grandmother's house on Friday to clean the house and get it ready for rituals. But it was not that tiring, but I came home at 5:30 am. And I fell asleep and woke up at 8:00 am. Then, I got ready for breakfast and made some orange juice and toasted bread. I left my house at 10 am and I has a hectic drive. So when I was entering the freeway this man shows up and starts to honk for 4 seconds straight for no reason. I found it strange because then he changed lanes and turned on his emergency lights and was driving. But after that I arrived at 2850 S El Camino Real, San Mateo, CA 94403 at 10:34 am. I called Sergeant Jin and

This text is a transcript of a conversation between to female friends (Andrea and Barbara). The transcript is about Andrea’s rash and she confides in Barbara about the situation.

Looking at the broken fences yards away, they stare back at me, and ask if I am broken too. The answer is yes. Ever since the incident, I haven't been the same. I haven't been able to laugh the same, talk the same, or do the same things I could do before it all happened. And trust me, I could do a lot before it happened.

It was a bright sunny morning, I thought that it was little too sunny just because well now I can't go back to sleep. When I do go back to sleep I wake up again after I hear my parents fighting like usual. Eventually I do wake up and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I grabbed a banana and walked to my school even though it's almost a whole kilometre away but i did not seem to mind because I always loved school even though i am not that smart but I still got accepted into AK School i had to take a 4 page test and I passed first I was in shock because my aunt made me take the test i did not want to take the test for a couple of reason the biggest reason was that none of my friends were going to AK School. They were all going to Jackie Rack

1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the

A couple of years ago, our class was separated into small teams of two and tasked to see who could create the best float out of tin foil and 5 straws that was durable enough to hold over 100 pennies in 10 minutes. My partner, who happened to be my best friend, told me to create the float because he was sort of confused on how to actually construct the float. I was a little confused myself at the time. Since this task required building I felt a little more confident. So, before I actually started to create the float I took a minute or two to actually visualize the float. After a couple minutes I just jumped right in and threw the float together exactly how I pictured it. Compared to others design ours looked fairly simple, we were a little worried. But, surprisingly, we ended up winning the challenge with our float holding well over 100 pennies.

All was peaceful in the train packed full of passengers en route to Amsterdam. Everything was going smoothly until a man loaded down with an assault weapon with nine magazines of ammunition, an automatic pistol with extra ammo, and a box cutter entered the scene. This seems as if it is the beginning of a horror story, as if it ends with the train passengers being massacred by the deranged assailant, but it doesn’t end that way. Seeing the obvious danger in this situation, three American men made a decision. These brave, compassionate men decided that they would stand for what it is right; they decided to take down the assailant. They did take down the assailant and they saved all the lives aboard the train as they did so. Reading this story

“ Wake up!” my mom says, as I lay in my bed. Then, I get up and put on my clothes. After I finish putting on my clothes, I jump into my bed, again. 5 minutes later, my mom yells, “Wake up!” again. So I brushed my teeth and went downstairs for breakfast.

“Good,” Madge answers genuinely. “I finished with about a minute and a half left on the clock.”

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