Personal Narrative: Amairani

On Saturday, I had the chance to attend the recital of Antonio “Nio” Ajero at the Cole Concert Hall on campus. It was an interesting and unforgettable experience, Nio, is a young boy with impeccable talent. I didn’t really know what to expect when I decided to attend the event since I had never even been to a piano recital for anyone, especially not one for a child. As the Hall began to fill, the lights dimmed and Nio, greeted the audience with a bow, his father was also there. When he started playing it was a harmonious feeling that filled the air, he played with such emotion. He seemed to become one with the piano, they seemed to morph into one soul. At this point in the show I was already in shock that a child could play the piano that well

Shainna Ali sits at her desk in her office preparing for the day and all of the appointments it will bring. Photos of family and friends are positioned on the desk around her. All of her hard work has led her to the moment she has spent years preparing for: graduating in May with her doctorate.

When my sister and I were in middle school, my perspective of my sister was horrible. I despised her and didn’t want to have anything to do with her due to her ignorant attitude. For example, when I was feeling depressed because my older cousins were ostracizing me, she didn’t notice and didn’t stand up for me. I felt angry at her and I saw her as an irresponsible bother that happened to have my bloodline. However, after we moved to South Pasadena, my perspective of her began to change. Because we moved into a new place full of strangers, we only had ourselves to relate to. I wasn’t very efficient in making new friends and I began to eat lunch by myself. My sister, realizing that I was alone like she was, began to pay attention to me and ate lunch with me. She was aware of my friends and people that didn’t like me, and she stayed with me when my cousins tried to leave me out on playing with them. My sister became my best friend and I realized that she was not a stranger that I should hold a grudge on but was someone that I could depend on when I was

I hope the interviews are going well. Steven and I met with Dr. Gaines this morning about eRate, I am happy to say he doesn't want to submit the paperwork. This is a relief since the way Sharon submitted them in the past goes against some of our basic principles.

The fights we had throughout the years, the late conversations about life and the little inside jokes that we have are the foundation of who I am today. They give those little quirks, they give me the feistiness and zip to my personality. They make me, me and I thank them for that. When I look back on the arguments and the fights I laugh because I think about where we are today and how funny we would find the situations. Without my sister's I wouldn't know how I would be sane to this day. They keep me level headed and mindful of my actions. Even on those days that I'm mad at them or their mad at me, I stop to think would my sisters be proud of this. Some days I even try a little harder most days and I see them falling off. Even though they don’t like to admit it they look up to me and I look up to them too. No matter how much we argue and fight our relationship has grown to where we have a respect for each that we know we only want the best for each other. We know that we wouldn't do anything to hurt each

Kammi Kolanko is my mother and hero. She is 37 years old and works at a school as a substitute teacher in the Norwin Elementary School. She also lives in a house on 1180 Pinewood Road Irwin PA 15642. She helps me with my homework and makes sure I have everything ready for school in the morning each day. She also makes sure I have a good packed lunch for every day in school. She is a person who is an amazingly good and fast cook. She wants us, her kids, to not become selfish. She also wants us to lead productive lives. She hopes we can be kind people when we grow up.

Last year in 6th grade, I met a girl named Ayanna. When I first met her, she was really quiet, but then quickly became outspoken.

Let us go to a different time, to a distant world where dragons ruled its earth. I was a kindling fire in the Sacred Mountain, I burned for over a thousand years until I became nothing but the ashes of my former self. Months passed and the royal sorceress, came across my remains, she took pity on me and gave me a form. From there I was taught the ways of the ancient scripts. Zenara watched as I matured in classes and saw potential in me; finally she took me to be her apprentice. Day after day I wrote until my hand could no longer hold the pen and my head buzzed with ideas. She reviewed my papers and taught me lessons of scripture. Challenging my creativity, she trained me in the ways of poetry, literary realism, and playwright. In my spare

Google definition of fighter is a person or animal that fights, especially as a soldier or a boxer. Neither I am a soldier or a boxer, but I have fought against my circumstances. I have watched my parents struggle to raise my older brother, older sister and me. So, in order not let their struggle and sacrifice go in vain, I worked very hard and overcome my obstacles

They wouldn't retrieve it because they believe that it fell in her hand for a special reason. Now they guard her life and will go to extensive lengths to protect her and her fiance Rolf Price. I am Norma Cwelnos, and I am a Cristu-Side (wizard) from Legida, I still go through training to gain more and different types of power.The weapons I am most fascinated by are my alchemy, swords, or the power of many winds.Shojuk Minola is my partner in battles and friend at heart, he studies spectrum magic. That means he can use light,dark, and colors to his highest advantage, he has the ability to fight with dark hit with light and slash with color. Our leader (Zegan Ma Rithn) Has sent his strongest soldiers to fight those who guard the headdress, none of them were ever heard from again, except for one who came back weak and ill. He only lived three days in agony and pain after his return, no one was willing to go back after they witnessed his

Mirianna was an exchange student from Germany who recently moved to Florida. She was starting her first day of school today. She had learned English in Germany and was very well spoken. The only problem is that when she got to school she stuck out like a sore thumb. She had a deep accent and everyone could clearly tell she was different. She was not used to sticking out this much. She felt uncomfortable throughout the day until a girl named Kayla came up to her at lunch and said "hi I am Kayla can I sit with you". Mirianna looked up and smiled nodding her head at the girl. "I'm Mirianna" she said to Kayla. Kayla began to ask her questions about where she was from and how different it was. Mirianna began to learn many new things from Kayla about

On Saturdays my mom would take Sarah and me with her to do her errands—returns at Target and Belk, dry-cleaning pick up, and then lunch somewhere downtown. With all the receipts my mom collected, I wondered which one was magic enough to let us return my sister. It is not that I do not love my sister, but we are as different as mud and honey. I often wonder how my sister and I came from the same two parents. Yet, opposites can work.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

I was a desperate mother looking for any way to break down a brick wall and regain custody of my son Demitri. You see I had taken a big step and left a horrible relationship knowing that my son deserved a healthy more stable home. In doing this all of my fears became reality my son was taken by the courts because Demitri's biological father and his mother had made reports against me winning full custody of my son. Heart broken i tried to find some way to know how he was doing make sure he was ok since i had no communication with him through them. I called everywhere and any person who might have been able to help me find out how my son was doing. That was the day i reached Michelle Russo and she calmly listened to my rant and spill my heart

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.