Narrative Essay for English 101

My name is May belle Carter and I am the CEO of MAYBELLE’S LOST ANGELS FACILITY here in Los Angeles California. Here we run a very stern and distinctive program for the youth and we make it our duty to provide some of the best tactics in helping those kids of age’s 12-14 boys and girls who have problems with drug addictions and alcohol abuse due to high levels of stress at home. About 20 years ago my son got hooked on drugs real bad. He began to hang around kids that I and his father normally wouldn’t let him associate with and he was only 11 when he began to show signs of neglect from us and rebellion. He began to roam the streets at night and also he started lacking in school and that wasn’t him at all. I and his father decided to sit him down and talk to him and figure out just what was going on with our child. Like most children he said he didn’t want to talk about it and that he was fine. I told my husband I was nervous for him within the next few years I didn’t want to become a parent who was worried about their child lying dead somewhere in the streets due to an overdose. I did what any other mother would do and I called for outside help because me and my husband could not do it alone, and I just had to figure out a way to get my child some help. I called a local therapist and thought maybe my son just needed an outside person to talk to because me and my husband weren’t who he wanted to talk to at the moment and he just needed someone to understand him because he

In life things do not always go as planned, sometimes we make some tough choices, which may cause burdens to the ones that love us the most our family (Intervention Videos, 2012). I will be conducting a family analysis on twenty- one-year-old Kaylene from Bernardsville, North Carolina (Intervention Videos, 2012). Kaylene has been battling her drug addiction since the age of thirteen where she started using cocaine and marijuana (Intervention Videos, 2012). For five years now she has been addicted to prescription drugs and she also sells them for money. It all began in Kaylene’s childhood she was abused as a child for some of the simplest things by her estranged father who was an alcoholic at

Lying on the uncomfortable, terrible, backstabbing prison mattress, I am feeling exhausted. I hadn’t slept for days after that traumatising incident. The fear and pain I am feeling deep inside me is unbearable and seems to become more and more horrifying as time goes past. As my cracked lips tremble, Pearl-shaped tears slowly drip out of my puffed-up eyes and down my frail face, as I remember that unforgettable moment that happened in a split second. I stare at the damp, dirty ceiling with my heart completely shattered, trying to think of reasons why I should live. The more I think about the accident, the more distressed I feel.

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.

When I read a book, I step into a world careening with creative stories, elaborate settings, and earnest characters that worm their way through our hearts of thousands. Other times, I open a book to find myself in someone else’s words, or challenge my limits. There's no denying the power and beauty of literature, but understanding, analyzing, and creating so much power is no easy task. It’s why I'm so eager to join this class. I want to learn further with the best class possible, Advanced Sophomore English. I well understand the difficulty and effort that goes into the challenges of an advanced curriculum/placement, especially the motivation and risks you need as well. Throughout my life, I’ve had firsthand experience/learned many essential skills. In 6th grade, I lead a team of friends to win 1st place in Device Performance in the 2013 Tech Challenge hosted in San Jose Tech Museum where over 600 teams pitted against each other from across the Bay Area. That following year, I was the only selected student to attend Tech Trek, a camp hosted in many universities like Stanford and Sonoma State university dedicated to promoting the math and science field to young students. In 8th grade, I was awarded an English Department Award by my English teacher for my outstanding performance in leadership, writing, reading, discussion, presenting, and more. And most recently, I was not only accepted into our

Over the years I have endured very difficult circumstances. Becoming a mother at a very young age was difficult; In addition, it is during this time I learned of my children’s father’s addiction

I told the cops everything. They let me go. The first thought in my head as I left the police station was, “Now how am I going to get my next fix.” Drugs began to take over my life. My schoolwork and family fell to the backburner. I began stealing, breaking into homes, and pawning my findings in order to get my fix. My sister was the first family member to see my habit in action. She walked in on me snorting drugs from a dollar bill. She acted cool at first, but told my mother a few days later. My parents knew I had a problem before I did. They put me in my first treatment center. I lasted two weeks, came home, and got high. I was in and out of treatment centers all while stealing my mothers jewelry to pay for my necessities, drugs. My mother found her jewelry in my glove box, primed for my selling. They kicked me out of the house. My first call was to Jerry, my dealer. My father found me in the streets three days later. He picked me up and put me on a plane. A new treatment center had opened in California. My parents began struggling. My sister began cutting herself. My grandparents were disheartened. My beautiful family…what have I done? I was a poison to everyone I

Confronting academic subjects while attending multiple years of cross country, soccer, and track was the most significant challenge. Dealing with school projects after a physical workout was excruciating, but the idea of coming towards high school was to become the fastest runner at the field and track. I achieved my goal, impressing my coaches with speed and school records, and earned my varsity position in cross country. Looking at my older brothers in college, I realized that pushing myself academically could lead to the opportunity of studying at a prestigious university for my chosen field, so I spent all of my time focusing vastly on my courses inspired by my brothers that are already studying in the University of California systems.

As the storm rolls over the house, lightning cracks in the distance lighting up the package on the front doorstep. The box had white and blue stripes on it with a red ribbon holding the lid on. As I was bringing it in out of the rain, I noticed a note on the ribbon saying “Grandma: bEWarE” It’s written with some sort of dark red ink and some sort of sticking indented into a splotch at the bottom of the card. I didn’t think much of it and left it on the kitchen table to look at it tomorrow. I awaken to the sound of the cardboard lid falling on the floor and the note from the ribbon left inside the box saying, “bEWarE.” I looked around franticly for a few seconds thinking someone was playing a prank on me, but nothing, just a silent house. I put the box and the lid in the bin and started to get ready for work but I couldn’t get the note out of my head.

I became interested in English literature and writing when I took two Advanced Placement English classes in high school. Subsequently as an undergraduate student I have taken a variety of English courses that have challenged the conventional approaches I used to explicate and understand texts. Initially I struggled with writing assignments because I had been programmed since high school to follow a formulaic method of writing. It was through Professor Emma’s Stapely’s course on American Literature that I first learned that there are multiple approaches one can take in order to make sense of a text, such as through attention to visual economy. I also learned that when interpreting a text one is not restricted to a single understanding, but that

Darryl: I continued smoking and sexing, it’s a wonder the police never caught me. I frequented places I would have never gone to before using crack. I quickly ran out of money and both my mother and father were sending money to help pay my rent and I was using that to support my habit. I finally came to a moment of clarity that I could not continue on in this manner and I needed help. I contacted both my parents and told them what was happening, neither one of them were happy about hearing that I was addicted to crack. My father sent me a plane ticket to return back to Detroit. After arriving back in Detroit my father had me admitted to an inpatient drug rehab at Henry Ford Hospital. I went through a four-day detox and hospitalization for 28 days. During treatment I was required to attend AA and NA meetings on site, I was given a therapist to help me overcome and face my depression. I attended an outpatient program for over 6 months and attended NA meetings everyday until I was successfully clean for one year. I think my biggest challenge was facing my depression; I had never been to a therapist before because I did not want family and friends to know that I was suffering from mental disorder. I still to this day

The first step of family recovery is accepting you have no control over the addict’s drug addiction. I can hear the yelling becoming more deafening each minute. I looked around my room almost feeling ambushed. A thousand thoughts pulsing through my brain. “When did it get this detrimental?” I could still hear the bawling and scream through the bulky wooden door. I could hear my mother's distorted voice, and my brothers deep aggressive roaring. I cupped my hands in front of my face and tried to forget that I was even here. The walls around me seem to come closer and closer, as the roaring yells continued to rise. I didn’t just hear yelling anymore, bang!

My family lives in a nice house in Florida that is all gleaming white with a flat roof. It also has black here and there to make it look more

Late to the biggest event of my high school career, graduation. All because I put too much on my plate at the last minute. It all started at 8:50 am may 16, the morning of graduation. That morning I woke feeling as if a chip had been removed off my shoulders because I was finally about to be done with high school. One of the best days of my life. That morning I woke took a shower, washed my face, and did my hair. When I was done I snuck into my mom’s room to grab her truck keys then I headed off to rehearsals at the Arkansas State University convocation center that started at 10 am.

Certain people in our lives affect us. My aunt, Dianne Schatz, influenced me the most in my life. As a kind and selfless person, she always helped those who could not help themselves and moved mountains for the people who needed someone to fight for them. She was my rock, my hero, and my role model. A lot of my ideas and thoughts of life have come from the mountain of inspiration Dianne Schatz left behind.