Narrative Essay Prompt

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

The summer leading into my senior year of high school was complicated as well as interesting. Things happened that I would have never expected. However, it was, all around, a great summer. I wouldn’t take any event away if I had the option. My summer included a trip to Virginia Beach with my then boyfriend, getting my first job, and helping my parents with their business.

Learning about how living things operate and interact with one another always made me want to know more. There always seem to be more detail that can be added to an explanation of a bodily system. It is much like a puzzle that can continue to be broken down into smaller pieces. Science allows me to once again ask “Why?” to every answer that I receive much like I did as a

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.

The tiger quickly climbed the nearest tree and then totally ignored me.” It all started when our uber driver geek, Randy Jackson, woke up in a imaginary desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling abnormally angered, Randy Jackson stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely excited, he saw that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Dee Jackson. Randy Jackson had known Dee Jackson for 200 years, the most of which were crazy ones. Dee Jackson was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Randy Jackson called for her, for the situation was important.

It was one of those days that just felt like everything was going to be all right. I did what I regularly do when I wake up, brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and then go and play. I was just a few years old, and to me just running around was fun. Me and my brothers were outside just like most kids would be. There were birds chirping all around us and there were also different kinds of animals. We were outside for a very long time and we were having fun so the time just flew by, and it turned from birds chirping to the sound of crickets making noise.

Over the years, I have grown up to a point in my life where I am almost considered, officially, an adult. Reaching this milestone in my life has given me sense of pride and also gives me more of a responsibility role progressing on, into, my future. In my past, I’ve been through many experiences that have changed my personality; some for better, others for worse. I like to think that all of my past events changed me for the better to help myself picture that being who I am is the best I can be. These changes that happened to me all result from one or multiple types of specific events that influenced me in some type of way. These events, the ones making impact on me, are typically some type of dilemma or overwhelming event that I carry significance

Emma! Pay attention!” “Stay on task!” “Stay focused” We are in a first-grade classroom. A small dreamy girl with blonde curly ringlets sits in the front row, directly facing the teacher. The teacher signals the girl in an effort to pull her back into the class but her efforts are fruitless. The girl’s mind has already flooded with anxiety, she retreats far back into her imagination, out of the reach of her teacher. A white envelope interrupts her thoughts. Her hands, heavy with the weight of what she knew she was holding, she stuffs her mediocre report card into her backpack along with a math test she might have failed, but she doesn't know because she can’t read either.

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August 2003, at 0600 in As Sadiyah, Iraq. My unit Charlie Company, 2nd Battalion, 8th Infantry Regiment, 4th Infantry Division, was preparing for a logistical convoy to Forward Operating Base (FOB) in Al Mugadaiyah, Iraq that was 35 miles away. It was 110 degrees as we loaded the weapons, conducted radio checks, and prepared to leave our FOB we received an emergency call requesting assistance. As we came across a bridge that we crossed almost daily, there was a hole the size of a door on the right side, scorch marks from the explosion. When we pulled into the area of hostile contact, there was four High Mobility Multipurpose Military Vehicle (HMMWV). Laying on the ground outside one vehicle was a young Soldier, as I approached as the Medic

It was a Thursday afternoon and I was patiently sitting in my chair at school talking to my friend Tanya about what we were going to do that weekend. I hear a voice say “Mr. Johnson can you send Lynn to the office for check out.” I was excited because this meant I did not have to go to math class. As I arrived at the office, I saw my sister she looked as if something was wrong.

Gods plans never fallen, we might not carry them out his way but he has a purpose for your life. Major of the people on the earth think and believe that they are here for there on use, but that is not so. Every person has a reason for living. We as people just haven’t found that reason or purpose yet. Understand that your life matters to God and others as life progressives. Before God formed you in the womb, you had a reason to be on the planet. He had a reason for your existence.

This specific event became the point where I changed my outlook on life altogether. A sudden shock of excitement quickly entered and flowed through my entire body on that particular night. An instant hint of anticipation of the day that was to come certainly couldn 't  be emphasized enough, and yet to be constantly overwhelmed with anxiety and stress would be increasingly taxing. I prematurely forced those thoughts from oozing and taking over my body and mind. I still constantly pondered whether that I slept if at all on that night, but I eventually did. My body allowed me to sleep soundly and comfortably as the nervous deliberations crept into my defenseless mind, hindering my calm composure. Once I woke up refreshed and recuperated, I gathered myself up from my room and went to the kitchen. I had found my mind swirling around with clear premature thoughts and hypothetical situations . The enormous expected rush of adrenaline began to overwhelm myself and take over my body abruptly. Soon after I gobbled down my scrumptious breakfast, I placed some my gear together in my gym bag and left the house. A bumpy car ride of three to four hours only seemed like a few fast paced minutes as I had really failed to understand or reinstate establishment in my intense conscious. All of my preconceived thoughts and feelings had drifted to the indistinct shadows of my memory. This was the moment that would change

It is Saturday, September 17, 2011 at 1:00 am. I am watching a movie in the basement with Matt. My sister is fast asleep in her bed. My mom is looking over her mother, sleeping by her side. My dad is watching another show on The History Channel. The phone rings. My heart stops. Who could be calling at this time of night? What is wrong? Are Grandpap and Meemaw okay? Should I get the phone? Do I want to know? Moments later my father answers the phone. I wonder who called. I need to find out. I hesitantly go up the creaking staircase trying to reassure myself that my worst nightmare is not coming true. I must be overreacting. Obviously everyone is fine. There is nothing to worry about. As I reach the top of the steps, I take

Some might think that graduating from high school should be fun but for others graduating was scary. How did you feel on your graduation night? Emotional? Happy? Ready to move on? I know I was, I never felt so many emotions running through me as what I did that night. When I get nervous of new things my legs begin to shake and I can hardly breathe. Having all of these mixed emotions I felt like I was going to pass out. Knowing that I was moving on in life going to college soon, knowing that I more than likely would never see my friends again in person, not waking up every morning to go to marching band to get my podium put together for marching band practice. Yes this was me, I was an emotional young woman that night. As I walked