Narrative Essay

one of the boys I didn't know very well. Justin, the guy I’d only spoken to a few time, hopped in the front seat of the Uber with half a case of Coors Light. about 5 minutes into the drive he turns to us and offers us a beer, and after declining he turns to the uber driving and ask her if she’d like one. In disbelief she stumbles through the words “oh, no thanks”. Just proceeds to crack a beer open and have it spray all over the Uber. The Uber driver flips out and starts screaming at justin. Me being faded off my dome starts laughing my ass off, but things get pretty serious when the uber driver grabs the bear and throws it out the window. The car ride was silent after that. After arriving at the El Rey, we get out if the Uber and Justin immediately cracks a beer right in front of the entire line of people. I freak out that we’re gonna get in trouble and I take of westwards on Wilsher. I had to call my mother to come pick me up while she was at my brothers homecoming football to come pick me up. As i sat down at an ihop at near Cloverdale and Wilsher, my head was racing, i thought i was going to die. the waiter came over and asked what i wanted to eat, i told him i wanted fudge brownie pancakes as i buried my head into my hands know the coming storm that was sweeping down the canyon was

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

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.

In the hospital, with almost all my blood lost, I was also unconscious several days. Marilyn visited me, but I do not remember that. Only a week later I commenced little by little to come down to Earth. Marilyn’s first words that I remember were, “You’re better, you will recover soon. I love you.” But I couldn’t say anything clearly for a long time, and just listened to her.

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.

For a year, I was not important to anyone. My family abandoned me, and I was certain no one valued me anymore. No one came looking for me. I was not that important. The program brainwashed me. It taught me I was a nobody...a nothing. I believed that with all my heart and unfortunately my mind.

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

    Spring Break of 2014; this is the day my life got turned upside down and I was only thirteen years young. Every Spring Break I’ll go to my cousin Lil Dee house in Southaven and stay the whole week. We did some idiotic stuff in the past but I had a I don’t care mindset back then. So this year when I went there and we was basically doing the same thing we do every year. My second day there we decide to smoke some weed and we got the munchies afterwards, so we went to the gas station around 10:00pm and we didn’t have

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

I remember when I was four, my mother would sit with me on the tiled floor of our living room and she would teach me how to write my name. It was few days before my first day of school so she wants me to know the basics. She went on and continued to teach me how to count. “1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 5, 7…” I said and she stopped me. I don’t remember what happened or what she said after stopping me but I’m certain that is when my frustration with Math started. I thought I was stupid at it. It was horrible for a four-year old kid to be thinking that she’s stupid. But that’s why I worked hard. I did something about my weakness and got better; and even better when I started to love numbers.

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.

First day of January 2010 is the day that I would never forget. Everything that happened on that day will always stay vivid in my memory. It all started with a Sunday morning. Unlike usual, that day, I woke up with a bright smile on my face. As soon as I opened my eyes, my sight immediately looked at the side of the grey cupboard at the corner of my room where I hung the calendar. I was so happy when I saw the calendar and the day of first January had finally arrived. I have been waiting for that day to come, first day of January used to be the most exciting day for me because it was my birthday, an important day that I will celebrate with the one and only person who I loved the most, Ben. He was my childhood friend, my neighbor, my