Personal Narrative Essay

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

For days I returned to that red chair and spent hours staring at my cello, until one day I could fight the urge no longer. I slowly strolled over to where the instrument rested on its stand and gingerly wrapped my hand around the smooth lacquered neck. Seated on the piano bench, I began to play the first song that came to my mind. Soon I was playing The Music of the Night with more passion than I had played any piece before. My fingers flew up and down the fingerboard, and my bow ebbed and flowed with varying degrees of pressure. As I played, my soul became captive to the music. The love I had once felt for music came rushing back to me and I was lost in a world of pure

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as the crowd readies itself for the main event.I prepared myself for the final match through boxing,dodging swings,running laps, inhaling when I hold back a punch and exhaling when I release the force of my punch.Without a doubt Gabriel has trained just as hard as I have and I still cannot beat him,until now.I felt more confident than ever as I walked out into the waiting eyes of the audience.I have climbed over many obstacles to get to the grand finale and I plan on seeing this fight to the end.

When I was younger I was a killer. My mother would walk the aisles of the grocery store searching for our prey. She would single out the biggest in the pack, feel for the most tender, and strike. She’d fight with the other hunters for ownership of the animal, throw them in her cart, and carry it home to her young. Unlike the normal hunter, we had to prepare for our feast. With the meat in the center of our table surrounded by asparagus, mashed potatoes, and gravy, we prepared to pounce. “You may now eat”. Everyone grabbed and clawed for their piece. Snarling and refusing to talk, we shoved the mighty kill in our mouths. We were merciless. Our feast was over just as fast as it had begun. We wiped our mouths and put our murder utensils in the dishwasher, hoping to hide what had been done. The night continued casually, as if nothing wrong had been done.

Hello Mr. Garcia this is Sasha Arcaya id number 0039478 i was in the dance magnet and was going to be a 10th grader First i would like to ask to please hear me out. Around august 21 i switched schools to Southwest Miami senior high school and i deeply deeply deeply regret it. i dont belong in a school like that i am a very classy lady I DON'T act like most girls their, leaving MAS was the worst decision i have ever made in my life! I made my mother cry she hated southwest she thought that i was going to become a bad person. I had all of my friends at MAS when i started southwest the first day i got bulled really badly in mas i was at home. i honestly don't know why i left, i left for the JROTC program in southwest but is that really worth it?

I did not enjoy taking these lessons at first. I did not enjoy the theory involved to learn how to play the piano nor the fact that I had to play exactly what was written in the book. But what I did enjoy was making my own music and playing with the voices that came with the keyboard my parents bought for me. I enjoyed playing whatever music came within me in that very moment and time; the music inside of me being projected into an instrument. I started writing my own music. My first piece was called “The Alien,” which I wrote at about seven or eight years old. My parents and I entered this piece into my school’s Reflections program. While I did not win, I did make it to the county level, which was a big accomplishment for me at the time. Other people listening to my work and liking it enough to put it through to the next round meant the world to me. Now, “The Alien” was a very primitive and simple song. Reading through it today, it’s very apparent that I wrote it when I was seven. But, it not only showed me that I enjoyed music and that I wanted to continue pursuing it, but also showed me that if I work hard at something and put my mind and entire soul into it, a quality product will emerge and other people would appreciate it. Nowadays, I’m fine with playing what other people have written. I joined my school band as a saxophone player in grade 4, and one of the key things I like about playing in a school band is

The time was currently 8:00 a.m. when I heard my alarm go off. I tried my best to ignore it about three times when I realized I must have something to do that's really important that I had to set up an alarm. I finally realized that my sister, Gabriela, and I had to go to the mall to purchase a dress for our cousin’s party. I got up, turned the alarm off, and went to her room.

How can anyone defeat an opponent if they can't even defeat themselves? The struggle between internal conflict and external drowned out any ability to reason as I took on something I knew well, but I hardly recognized it for it's true nature. Ignorance is not the bliss that it is often mistaken for.

Music is a really tricking thing, we often think about music as something that should be enjoyed or something to help us pass the time, case in point when I leave my earphones I feel like I have left a part of my soul at home and immediately assume I going to have a really bad day. It could be because when I have music with me helps me deal with my social anxiety or just because music is such instrumental part of how feel we day to day. Music often plays at role with memories we listen to certain songs and often think about certains moments in our lives.

A. Something that has happened to me that I wish had not occurred was when I missed my Uncle’s wedding due to the stomach virus. My dad, my stepmom, and I had traveled all the way across our state to be there. We spent the night in a condo that my uncle and soon to be aunt had rented out for us. It was one of the nicest places I had ever stayed in. It seemed like it could be featured in a Pottery Barn magazine, it was so well decorated. I fell fast asleep knowing I had a big day ahead. My sweet dreams were interrupted by a terrible stomach ache. I vomited all night long. The next morning I woke up even worse off than I was the night before. I told myself I would push through since we had traveled all this way and I wanted to be there for

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and