Personal Narrative Essay

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

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

I turned around and pulled my hair back as I checked it to see if any more been ripped out. But that was when I noticed Mrs. Perez lying on the gym floor. A few girls were already crouched down next to her and one was calling out her name as she fanned a hand in front of her face trying to give her oxygen. I looked at her lying there motionless and a sense of dread and shock begun to fill me. Did I do that? I thought. No, I couldn't have. I never touched her unless… unless she had caught an elbow when I was hitting Keri. I then heard someone say to somebody else, “Go get the school nurse,” and then a couple of girls took off running for the hall.

My shirt, racquet, face, and floor all soaked in blood. My chin was gushing. I was surrounded my instructors and all the kids in my class. Olivias mom and my mom ran out from the waiting area onto the court to check on me. My instructor picked me up and brought me to the bathroom, while I was still bleeding out everywhere. My mom grabbed a paper towel and held it to my chin. When the adults noticed my injury wasn’t clotting I was rushed to the hospital.Jen drove the car while my mom made sure that I wasn’t getting blood everywhere. My chin was numb and I was hysterically crying. My eyes were like faucets. To distract me from my injury my mom made me eat an apple.The only thing that did was make my chin hurt even worse. At first, I didn’t even notice how badly my cut hurt because I was so focused on the blood. Now my chin felt like I was cut with a knife. I was suffering so

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

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

On February 13, 2018 at approximately 1803 hours, I was dispatched to the Walmart located at 8701 US HWY 19 Port Richey, FL in reference to a stolen wallet. Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant / victim, Delmarie Mangual. Delmarie advised she had been shopping at the store when her light colored rectangular wallet broke off of its strap after she had checked out. She advised the wallet fell without her noticing somewhere between the registers, the general merchandise exit of the store and her vehicle.

In the hospital, with almost all my blood lost, I was also unconscious several days. Marilyn visited me, but I do not remember that. Only a week later I commenced little by little to come down to Earth. Marilyn’s first words that I remember were, “You’re better, you will recover soon. I love you.” But I couldn’t say anything clearly for a long time, and just listened to her.

As a student, I have always handled the pressure of schoolwork and tests by preparing, organizing, and staying ahead of the game. I study for every single test and I practice for every piano, singing, orchestra, and ballet performance. I always plan ahead for the simplest things even in my personal life. I plan my Halloween costumes in August and my December birthday in September. Therefore, preparation gives me confidence and assurance that I will perform successfully. Little did I know that I cannot always control or prepare for every situation. In the December of 2012, someone threw me a lifeline and changed my attitude.

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.

I didn’t know how to grow up. No one was there to tell me what I should say and, more importantly, what I shouldn’t say to others.

I descended from the claustrophobic, poorly-lit stage, hands shaking, body following suit. I unequipped the instrument from around my neck, resting it on the stand beside me. I maneuvered through the sea of drunken 50-something regulars so that I might find my way to a seat. Another featured musician approached me to express his satisfaction with my performance. As per common courtesy, I extended my bloody, wet, blister-ridden paw to introduce myself properly and return the compliment. My family was visiting my extended family in Canada during New Year's, and I had never played for a crowd before. First blood being drawn, my fiendish addiction to live music faced its birth.

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

As I began to review my options, I realized Karate and Taekwondo were structured to transform me into a fearsome practitioner of violence. As a fundamentally affectionate and demure person, I was troubled

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