Personal Narrative Essay

“Beep beep beep” My alarm sounds startling me. I reach for my phone to turn off this horrid noise. It takes all my willpower to not press snooze and just roll over. Then I remember that I am going to Florida today. I excitedly jump out of bed and start to get ready. I step onto the cold tile flooring of my bathroom. I reach the toothpaste and the minty flavor soon fills my mouth, leaving me fresh breath. Next I head into my room to change out of my pajamas.

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K

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.

People say that siblings do not have an impact on each other, that they just fight all of the time. Well that is a lie. A sibling is a friend, family, and the one that is there when no one else might be. They are the ones that are there from the first breath, the first words, and the first steps. My brother, Donovan, is my rock. He is the one that I know that I can trust with anything. He is four years older than I am. He stands five feet and eleven inches tall. He is muscularly built with a military haircut. Usually he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Every now and then he will be in a golf shirt and khakis. He either will smell like his dog Rex or like his deodorant. His smile is one in a billion. When he talks, I hear a somewhat low voice with a hint of a country accent. He can be a bit of a smart-aleck. It seems like he constantly has to be moving. My brother is a guy that anyone would be lucky enough to know and have as their friend.

Something that interests me is volleyball! I love volleyball and I play volleyball for my school and I play club volleyball for the NKJV club! I play with all of my friends and we have so much making cheers and nicknames!Were all getting ready for the game! We are getting dressed, doing our hair, putting our knee pads on and our gym shoes! When we're done we start stretching. We are running, and stretching our legs and arms. Then we practice serving, passing, hitting (spiking), and setting! We are all stretched and ready for the game to start! In the corner of my eye I see a blue ugly jersey with the name Blessed Sacrament on it! “Oh no!” I shout. The ref raises his voice and says,”C’mon everyone, let's start the game.” “Ok” my coaches exclaim.

“Break!” the three judges called simultaneously. The two competitors rushed back to their spots anxious to see who had scored the point that time. “Judges call points!” the center judge commanded. At the same time, all three judges raised their red flags in the air giving competitor Will Franken another point. It was the final round in the youth 4th degree black belt sparring competition. These two competitors had won every round they had been thrust into, and now they were battling each other for the gold medal at the Tiger Rock Martial Arts world tournament in Nashville, TN.

There was a small group of friends Jim, Mark, Tom, Mary, and Jane. They were all going on a vacation to a cabin up in the Himalayan Mountains. Marks parents owned a cabin up there for many years and they decided to let the group stay for the weekend. All they had to do was promise to not do drugs and break stuff. This wouldn’t be a big deal since all of them were in their senior year of college and were honors students.

I sat in that cold dark room, getting maybe 2 hours of sleep every now and then but i had no way to tell how long it had been. When i got hungry i would eat the smashed food off the floor. When i was thirsty i drank the water that dripped out of the pipes above me. Once i ran out of the remanence of the food i had nothing to eat. I sat there hoping he would bring me something, even if it was nothing more than a piece of bread of fruit. I got so hungry i began to ration the bars of soap and minty toothpaste. The taste was very unpleasant and it made me sick to my stomach but at least i wasn't starving. Any time i had to use the bathroom i would move as far right at the chain would let me go and i would go to the bathroom. Then i would go back as far left as possible and sit back down. There were no vents in the basement. Just one hole in the wall where some piping broke off. That the only way air got in and out so the smell in the

Peru is a beautiful place to visit. Several years ago, my dad was deported back to Peru, his home country. A few years ago my sister and I wanted to go and visit him in Peru. Well, on the day we had left to the airport around five in the morning, we never thought that we would be able to see him. When my sister and I got to the airport, we checked in and cleared all the security. Soon after, we said our goodbyes to our parents and we boarded the plane. The excitement was uncontainable, as if we were little kids going to a theme park. We never thought we would actually be able to go and see him in another country. A few minutes later, we were on the runway awaiting the clearance for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s jets were incredible, like driving for the first time.¬¬

I used to be a shy, little freshman. I never raised my hand in class, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t participate in activities, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t try to change the world, because I didn’t think I would make a difference.

Warm, salty sweat was dripping down my drained face. Snatching the towel which was placed delicately around my neck, I used the towel by daintily wiping the sweat gathered up on my forehead. Shutting my eyes unanticipatedly, I lifted the heavy dumbbells once more before setting it back on the large metal rack. Locating my throbbing body on the poorly painted wooden bench, I picked up the cold water bottle and initiated to drink all the remaining water to fill my thirst. Exhaling vociferously, I planted my chin on my moist palm. My bulky, muscular arms started to pulsate causing my whole entire body to stiffen up. I sat on the bench for several moments, too overwhelmed to move.

…I stepped out of bed onto the cold floor. Then I began to head down stairs. I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and had my morning coffee. Then once I finished the warm coffee, which was quite nice on a cold November morning, I unlocked the front door and headed out to check the mail box but before I could take another step, I stopped and noticed something on my front porch, I bent down to get a better look and realized it was an iPhone…but what was a ‘very new looking’ iPhone doing on my porch at 11am? I picked it up and pressed the home button to turn it on. It was a brand new iPhone that had just come out a few months ago and was suppose to have the best camera a phone could have. Being a photographer, I quickly opened up the camera.

Click! In the morning, my ears always wake me up first. Then the light from the hall slowly creeps through my eyelids. Slowly, I sit up in bed trying to get my brain to wake up. Moving like a slug, I start to get off my bed, and then walk to my closet. I grab my shirt, pants, and socks. As fast as a speeding NASCAR race car, I quickly put my clothes on. I then grab my baseball gear from my pile and then carry them down stairs. Then the smell of breakfast drags me down stairs. I sit down to a steaming hot breakfast. On my plate, there is 2 eggs, cinnamon toast, and spinach. To the top left of my plate there is a glass of milk next to my vitamins. Then on the top right there is steaming cup of bone broth. I eagerly gulp down my breakfast in

Insecurity dictated my life as a child and it was in my years becoming a young man where I had to longer be complacent with where I was. Many believed that my ability to sing was a gift from God and it was a talent I should not keep to myself, but because of my speech impediment, fear and anxiety surrounded my life.