Personal Narrative Essay

It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach

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

“Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get” (Gump, Forest) sounds familiar huh? When I ponder on the idea of an electrifying episode in my life, I think about the unexpected things that have happened. However something out of the ordinary “tickled my fancy”. After all my years of thinking it was impossible, the improvable became reality. Now just for a second I want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy my journey of becoming Student Body President.

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

I speeded up, crossed the bridge, and headed north to Santa Clara. I was going to college. After so many years, I was still moving. Ten minutes later I finally saw it, the Santa Clara University.

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?

Half the class nodded off to sleep as our calculus teacher reviewed that night’s homework before the bell dismissed the class. Rumors about a junior and senior class assembly loomed through the halls, but the rumors lacked specific details. Of course we would have an assembly on the one and only day my best friend, Isabelle, was absent. It seemed odd, though. Just the night before she told me she would be tired at school the next day due to her family’s recent move. I assured myself that she stayed home that day, but I could not shake the eerie feeling.

If you were in the store and you see some old lady gets her money taken.The boy starts running away would you speak up or stay silence? Well let me tell you the whole story. I woke up and turned on the news that there have been a lot more crimes in maryland the past few weeks I could not find any nice clothes to wear. I had to go to the store to find new clothes. So i called up Ethan to say I would be a little late because I had to find new clothes.Ethan said its ok because I need some to. I was driving with Ethan And we were talking about the cake,location, and decoration. We were hungry so we went to ihop. I had the original short stack buttermilk pancakes. Ethan got the Strawberry Banana Pancakes. We left ihop got in my car and went on

My husband and I had planned our Around Vancouver Island adventure for many months before releasing our 42' ketch from its confinement on the dock in the summer of 2013. Neither of us had sailed around our beautiful West Coast island before and it was with much excitement - and a hint of trepidation on my part - that we set out. I have always had a healthy respect for the ocean and my early days learning to sail were filled with accelerated heart beats and white knuckles. One never can tell when the ocean will want to swallow you whole and so my fear of the unknown was a niggling presence in my mind.

If I had anywhere else but in school, I would be a place I enjoy so much, I do not like it when i'm at home doing nothing. I always like to be active, so if I can pick to be anywhere but in County Prep, I would be in an indoor basketball court playing with my friends. The reason I would pick an indoor basketball court because we do not need to be worried about any outside distractions and the main reason is because the ball can go in the streets. As lame as that sounds it's where I find happiness and playing one of my favorite sports with my friends. One of the main reason I rather be in an indoor basketball court with my friends because anywhere I go with my friends is a good time but when we always meet up at the park or an outside basketball

My entire childhood I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandpa drove a truck and was only home on weekends, while my grandma stayed home with me. I had the same rotating schedule for visiting my mom, I stayed the entire month of June, a week in october, a week in January, and if it was an odd year I went to stay on all major holidays. My life was fairly predictable until the day my grandparents decided to divorce.

Junior year, known for being the most strenuous academically, and full of the most changes: you get your drivers license, take the dreadful SAT and ACT, and the list goes on and on. I feel I grew up immensely through the course of those few months, not only on an intellectual level, but socially as well. I have always been confident and enjoyed conversing with my peers, however, I was deathly afraid of public speaking, and February 13, 2015 I was forced to face those fears.

Its 2:38 am, dead silent, heavy eyelids, but finally done. I shuffle my papers together, shove them in my backpack and hurry to go brush my teeth. I return to my room to take my pills, crawl into bed and turn off my bed side lamp. I scurry under the covers, and roll over to charge my phone, lastly setting my 7 am alarm and drifting off to sleep.

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