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.

I slowly put down my book, staring at him. A dozen angry and sarcastic remarks came into my head, but before I could say them, too other things came to mind. One was Mom's earlier words about choosing to keep one's temper, and the other was a Bible verse. "A soft answer turns away wrath." I opened my mouth, determined to go ahead and say everything anyways, until I remembered the disappointment in my mom's eyes that I had already seen twice today. No, I couldn't face that again.

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

“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.

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.

I was ten; it was my first year and first wilderness trip at Camp Birchwood in northern Minnesota. Four other kids, three counselors, and I had been canoeing for three days through the Boundary Waters, a vast network of lakes on the U.S. border with Canada. I’d been camping countless times with my parents and friends, and thought my fit at camp was perfect.

There was once a boy with pride and aspiration, he wanted to become a doctor. His parents were very satisfied with his grades, and every exceptional thing was expected out of him. He was always so self-reliant, but this boy wanted more in his life, he wanted action. As smart as he was, intelligence couldn’t give him everything, the unsuspected came out for utmost people, specifically his parents. He developed into a bully, an obnoxious and insolent bully, with good grades. However, he was very infamous for all the atrocious deeds he’s done, putting him in the center of hate. By eleventh grade his grades went drastically low, making his parents dispirited in him. After graduation, instead of advancing to college, he became an unemployed man.

One day my grandmother and I were at a bookstore, shopping for a friend’s birthday party. Then three new Warriors books that had just come out had caught my attention and I had wanted to read them for the longest time, I was 8 at the time so I was rather bankrupt besides a few quarters! So I asked my grandmother about ways to earn money, she suggested I could complete my chores or help out with the upcoming garage sale. It was a wonderful idea. my father and I agreed that anything I sold I was able to keep the money for. So first I pulled together a pile of aged toys and clothing and put them neatly in boxes. I had made up to twenty five dollars from the garage sale, but that still wasn’t enough so I thought, “I have a loose tooth I could

“Everybody, get your hands up!” cries Ankita, and to the counts of “5...6...7...8” we begin to dance.

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