Personal Narrative: A Paper To Remember

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

My Grandfather died on December 5th, 2015. I was 15 at the time and I had only just started highschool as a junior a few months prior. I didn’t get to see him recently before his death, nor was I able to say goodbye to him before his passing. Instead, I got to wait patiently while the man I respected for so long took his last breath. I watched as he passed away, right in front of my eyes.

My first paper was a descriptive paper where I had to describe a person close to me I chose my mother. The way I described my mother from the way she looked to the way other people look at her, works for my whole paper and you can’t see it all through the paper. My paper does fall short because my font size and grammar made my essay bad. I didn’t fully spell out words and used a lot of slang words instead of proper grammar. When me and my mother were at the beach and we watched the sunset, I made the reader really feel like they were there watching the sunset. “The sunset change into 3 different colors, tangy orange, fiery red and mellow yellow.” If I didn’t write the paper and I had to read the paper I would’ve imagined I was there at the

I received a call from Ms Mullen, she stated she has received a call from Bruce Janice and Juan Basope (?) she was not sure about Juan's last name.

Of the memoirs in the packet, number I was my favorite and the one that stuck the most in my head. Now it may have just stayed in my head because it was the first, but I still believe that it was the most exciting one in the packet. I really like stories that start out like any other day, like it could for anyone, but then it changes drastically and all of a sudden your heart is beating fast and you feeling the adrenaline as if the events of the story are happening to you and not the character. I can somehow relate to the author at the end of the memoir because I too wonder if I could handle myself in a dangerous situation. I would like to think that I could but the occasion has never arose where I could prove myself. It was amazing how the

When one survives an apocalypse the world around them is bound to have changed since they lived a normal life. In the first few months of survival you will remember your past like it was yesterday, because it hasn’t been too long since it was yesterday. As the months go on, though, I expect you would find the memory of your past world and life starting to drift away. That’s why, as my first non-survival item I would take with me during the apocalypse, I would be bring the book “Fangirl”. The book tells the story of college freshman, Cath, who is a fan of a famous fictional book series. Although I adore the book and it’s plot, that would not be the reason I would bring it with me. I would bring it with me to remind

The last thing I said to him was “ I will see you one day papa, bye, and I love you”. When I first got there I didn’t want him to go, but then I saw that he was in pain and couldn’t move. When me and my cousins sat there crying we were talking to him, I remember me saying “ it’s okay to let go”. When I am just standing there not doing anything it hurts me because I couldn’t do anything to help him. But before he passed I remember me telling him thank you for all he has done for me. He was the one that taught me how to ride a bike, he sang Allen Jackson to me, and he loved me. My grandfather was a good man, he raised my momma right, even though he had a bump in the road he overcame it and started to go to church and live his life right. I remember when he used to tell me “ Caroline do good, never drink or smoke, it will ruin your life” and that’s why I stay away from all that. I have the best moments of my grandfather and I will cherish that, I will always love him and he is always with me in my

“Do not withhold good from those who deserve it when it’s in your power to help them”, (Bible Proverbs 3:27 NIV). Even in the midst of your heartache, it is important to help others. To love is to be selfless in the presence of someone else’s troubles.

Father’s Day, June 18, 2012, just after school finish and summer had just begun, my grandpa passed away, I was the closest to him and losing him hurt me more than anything else in the world. That morning my mom received a call that we needed to rush to the hospital because he didn’t have much time left. In the car, all I can think of was “why me? Why is this happening to me”? Just as soon as I walked into his room I looked up at the nurse as she said to my family, “He just gave his last breath as

On February 11, 2013, I lost the most important man in my life, my grandfather. My grandfather was loved by so many, but I would like to think that I was his number one fan. I was the baby of nine grandchildren and I was the only girl, so, I knew I had the upper hand at stealing my grandfather’s heart. From before I was even born my grandfather had a tremendous influence on me, even picking leap day as the day I would arrive, an entire week early, and of course being right. When my father had to work and live out of town for his job during the pivotal years of growing up, it was my grandfather who picked up where he left off. That included picking me up from school when I was sick or being a cheerleader in the stands at my sporting events,

I know now that he stuck by this and that’s why anyone that was important to him loved him for these reasons. Those words stuck to me and will always stick to me for the rest of my life. As the months went on me and my older brother took turns going with my grandfather it upset me at times because I wasn’t spending as much time as I wanted to with my grandfather but I learned to live it. We never really argued about what day he would go or I would go. My mother would always make me some lunch on those Saturday mornings I remember mine would consisted of peanut butter and jelly with an apple and 2 cookies and a water bottle. I loved those days they made me feel relaxed and good about being alive. As I got older so did my grandfather he started to have more pain in more places, sick on unexpected days I never knew what sickness he had but I know it wasn’t good. There was some Saturday morning that he couldn’t take us because of his sickness until one day he just stopped taking us, later that month they told us he was sick in the hospital but that everything was going to be fine I was relieved of that news I thought everything was going to be the way it once was. Before I knew I didn’t have a grandfather anymore that same month he died. We were all devastated I couldn’t believe it I didn’t want to believe it. That week continued with people crying and remembering all the good he did for people. As this was