Personal Narrative: Blue Bloods

This summer I attended the Metro Detroit Heart Walk benefitting the American Heart Association. It’s a walk or run race that started at Ford Field and span five kilometers throughout the streets of downtown Detroit preceded by a short informative event. I'd been asked to compete by my godmother Sandy, who works for a Henry Ford hospital, one of the event sponsors. I decided the run the race, even though I’m probably the least athletic person in the world. I wanted to challenge myself and make Sandy happy.

Johnna Brown. The lovely mother of two, and the amazing wife any man would dream of, the best pet spoiler there is, and the perfect friend. That right there can say so much about someone without even knowing who they are. Johnna, my mother, is such a talented person. Along with this, she is also a mentor and therapist. Last, she devotes her every waking seconds to the ones she loves.

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

“Holy cow!” she thinks as she jumps out of bed “How could I forget cheerleader tryouts continue today?” As she looks at the clock she realizes she is going to have to hustle to get to school on time. She begins to dress in the outfit she had so carefully picked out the night before when her mother calls down the stairs “Breakfast is ready.” “I’m not hungry” she replies, “Get up here and eat” her mother says with that voice that only moms can master. Sighing and grumbling the young girl reluctantly makes her way up the stairs. “Mom really. I’m too nervous to eat this morning. I’ll get something for lunch at school.” Her mother was unaware that the last was a lie.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes

It was a sunday in August, I woke up so happy . It would be my first time out of Michigan. I was going with my big sister, my best friend and two other friends. When I say I was happy I was happier then than a baby when you give it chocolate for the first time. I said my goodbyes to my mom and I was off. We were at the checkpoint so that we could get on the bus.It was crowed and it was hot because the sun was out. It did not make it any better because the line was as long , like a giraffe's neck. We finally got checked in and took our seats on the bus. Then we hit the highway. People were yelling and laughing .We heard HONK ,HONK, BEEP, BEEP, from the cars the next 4 hours. When we finally got off the bus it felt like we

It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.

Although many schools claim to be the best, the University of Michigan truly holds this spot in my eyes. When talking to people about it, they always comment on how cold it is, and they wonder why people would ever want to live there. My answer is simple; I was born in Michigan and love everything about it. From the bitter cold, to the prestigious colleges, I take pride in being born here. When I researched great law schools and found one located in Michigan, my attention was immediately

It was earlier that morning I got up and got ready to go to my soccer game. There was some very crispy bacon waiting for me which I ate without hesitation. And some eggs which were a little to bland in my opinion. I was running late so I needed to hurry up. I took a short hot shower, then hurry and got dressed. I was almost ready when I heard the surprisingly loud car horn and my mom yelled “ Hurry up we are gonna be late.”

Kathryn or Kat. I started using the name with my band, forever ago, and it stuck. I want to legally change my name, but I’m lazy.

I felt a little emotional at the moment, but I kept my promise, and I made breakfast. While the radio blasted Johnny Gill’s Rub You the Right Way, my mood improved. As I measured the oil, flour, and sugar, Trudy mixed the ingredients together and poured them into baking pans. We were going to have apple muffins, banana pancakes, and cinnamon buns. I made sure that I left enough batter for tomorrow morning's breakfast because I wanted to take Levi a few muffins. The kitchen smelled like a bakery, and I was sure that the boys would appear out of the basement

It was a regular day for my family, everybody was done with school and were now doing homework, but there was something different about today. Our parents had went to Costco and had brought back a huge box of It’s-It. Now, my family and I always fought for those delicious ice cream sandwiches, they were like gold to a gold miner in San Francisco back in 1849. I always knew a way to sneak more than one It’s-It, even though I am usually very strict with what I eat. First, it was one then two soon it became three It’s-It. I was shock of how much I had ate, but I made sure not to leave anything behind for my family will get curious. It was around 7:30, when my parents had called for all us to get together for a “discussion,” but I already knew

I was born in a plastic machine. People usually pay 25 cents for me, then when I get out of there I get bounced and bounced I’m really tall, I float I don’t fly. Every day I see my friends Flying by. I’m awake day and night. What am I.