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

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.

Once the patriot act was enacted racial and ethnic profiling spiked. Now Muslim men are 65% more likely to be stopped for “random searches” at transportation hubs such as airports. According to Ibrahim Hooper, “American Muslims have already lost many their civil rights and All Muslims are considered suspects” (Bork). The biggest sign of this is supposedly ethnic profiling that is now occurring all over the country but mostly in airports but other places as well. “This form of discrimination is felt to be

In addition, since the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, Muslim immigrants have faced increased discrimination and racial profiling (Ghaffari & Ciftci, 2010). For example, Congressman Goode wished to preserve “traditional” values and beliefs by adopting strict immigration policies to prevent more Muslims from entering the U.S. This prejudicial letter was referencing the request to use the Quran for the swearing-in ceremony of a newly appointed Muslim congressman (Sue & Sue, 2012). Also, legislation such as the Patriot Act and travel restrictions have made Muslim immigrants vulnerable to unfair targeting, including home raids, unjustified arrests and detentions, and interrogation (Ahmed & Reddy, 2007; CAIR, 2006). The negative portrayal of Muslims and Islam in the media has exacerbated this discrimination and racial profiling. In a study conducted by Hasouneh and Kulwicki (2007) that looked at discrimination, trauma, and mental health among Arab Muslim women in the U.S., the authors found that 63% of respondents reported being discriminated against post-9/11. While this study looked only at Arab women, Arab and Muslim men share similar experiences of discrimination (Abu-Ras & Suarez, 2009). Muslim immigrants have also experienced

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

Middle to Late childhood I continued to remain small. At eight years only I was only 48 inches tall and not even 50 lbs. I continued to be advanced academically. I had to start attending speech therapy as I was unable to clearly say R’s. They thought this may have been due to me being born prematurely. With many years of speech therapy I was able to say words with R’s appropriately. Physically I was involved in softball, tennis and spent a lot of my free time swimming at the pool. I was the girl who was always picked first to be on a team and often times was picked before many of the boys. I had no problem playing rough and taking hard knocks. I had a group of close girlfriends that I spent almost every day with starting from kindergarten.

“5, 6, 7, and 8. Ok, see you tomorrow. Make sure to go over the steps and be ready,” the coach said. Walking to the side of the gym and picking up my bag, I looked to my left to see if my cousin was ready to go. As I get into the car, my cousin and I talk about how practicing for tryout went. You could hear the excitement in my voice as I tell about the moves we went over. How every step and every turn made the dance come together. Going home, I started my homework later than when I usually do because of practicing the moves over and over. The next couple of days went very smoothly for me. I still remembered the dance moves, finished all my work, and still was able to have a social life until the weekend came.

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.

Every other day, Esther’s mom sent her to fetch the eggs for the kingdom. The kingdom of boredom, strictness, and no fun. Esther remembered when she was a kid and there were no responsibilities, just fun. The kingdom deemed that kids could have fun until the age of 16, when maturity and responsibility was expected and it was believed and ingrained in every one’s minds that fun was only for the children. That’s how work got done. You had fun, then you were put to work. Never to step out of line, never to have fun, never to be different. Queen Natasha, Esther’s mom, believed in adhering with the rules. She followed and stood by every rule formed, invented, and passed down from the generations because according to her, that was what worked. Esther always tried working, but her mind wandered to practical jokes and

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.¬¬

She wakes up in a hospital bed in an empty room. Upon second glance, however, the room is not empty; her older brother, Matthew, is asleep in a chair beside her. Her parents, however, are nowhere to be seen, but this is of no surprise to the girl in the hospital bed. Her mother has been dead for ten years, killed in a car crash, and her father… well, her father is quite a different story. Her gaze once again sweeps the room, and a bracelet on her wrist catches her eye. Grove, Rebecca. Female. Age: 16. Date of Birth: 27 October. Date of Admission: 12 July. Rebecca wonders how long she has been in the hospital, and she strains to remember what had happened to her. Suddenly, she remembers driving her old Toyota Camry on the way home from the library

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