Personal Narrative Essay

So far, my backpack was full of clothes I “borrowed” from the lost and found, granola bars, my filled up water bottle and some duct tape I managed to wrestle get from my undead teacher. Duct tape is after all useful for everything.

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

Carrying around a binder is convenient; however, the supplies most of times can not fit in the binder, therefore students have to carry them by hand. This is one way a student may lose or forget their classroom materials. A backpack can carry all the necessary supplies to make sure students do not forget anything. Bringing all the materials to class will ensure that students are ready and prepared for their next class, and having a backpack will help solve this

School, a routine that I have to complete, every day, five days a week. Each one of those days I carry my bag, my purple and pink diamond patterned backpack to store everything from the most insignificant items like tissues and gum to the important ones like pencils and books. All these things I carry, help get me through high school and to reach one of my next goals of going to college. My folders, stuffed to the brim, shredded, ripped, that have papers falling out of all sides, hold all my important notes and assignments that need to be saved to study for finals. My extra daily contacts, located in the mid sized pocket of my bag, with prescription -3.50 and -4.25, that are ready to replace any that fall out, so I can read the board and store

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

pointing arrows pointing outward. Right down the center of the backpack there is a aluminum

Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story has always stuck with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”.

There are few other items I bring everywhere with me. When I go to school, I always have my backpack, filled with all of my school supplies and books, my water bottle, and sometimes a snack. All together, my bag probably weighs over thirty pounds. I’m used to the weight, so it doesn’t bother me unless I add or take out anything. When I go out somewhere, I bring my purse, which carries my wallet, phone, and a few other trinkets. It,

I was in 8th grade, but I walked out that high school gym with my shoulders back and head high like I was the big man on campus. My confidence went through the roof. In one day I had gone from extreme anger with my parents. Then I experienced terror as my parents drove me to the high school. Surprisingly this turned around to confidence and pure excitement for the years to come.

Where I want to start telling is the day I broke the family. It was christmas, the happiest time of the year for a teenager, receiving presents -or money- from anyone and everyone. We were at dinner when all D.B could talk about was his crumby book, it’s nice and all but just because he has money doesn’t mean he has to talk about ALL the goddamn time. Tonight I wanted to go to the hamburger joint for dinner tonight but of course D.B wanted to go to this fancy new restaurant so that’s where we ended up going. D.B always gets what he wants, ever since he was a child, he was the kind of kid that every parent and teacher loved, he was so intelligent and courteous and compassionate UGH! What a brown noser. I could not stand to listen to one more minute of my brother D.B’s goddamn successes and accomplishments, blah blah blah, so he wrote a book, a book about a stupid kid and his goldfish, for that he makes money? Any dummy could do that. Half

As I grew up in Northern Virginia in the middle class suburbs of Washington, DC, I suppose I had a typical childhood. I played on a girls’ volleyball team and joined the varsity cheerleading squad. I did other “girly” things like hair, nails, makeup, mall shopping and parties. Not so typical was the fact that I lived with my mother, my stepfather and six siblings. We have always been a close knit family who did several things together. Our regular quality time included movies and home entertainment with casual soul food dinners for friends and family. Museums, beaches, resorts, theme parks and other tourist attractions within a five hour driving radius were about the extent of our special group outings. At school,

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.

Throughout my years of middle and high school I have witnessed the struggle of finding a backpack suitable for every thing I ever wanted to carry. There were the little elementary school backpacks we all purchased due to our favorite cartoon characters being on the front. They were pretty fashionable but lacked organization. Most of the time they had only one big capartment and no other pockets. Therefore, we were forced to shove all of our books, pencils, rulers, lunches, etc, in that one compartment. The there were the middle school backpacks we carried around as if we were going hiking. These particular bags held a lot and had tons of pockets, but broke our backs down and eventually succumed to their weight and the straps would break.

As I cleared the jump for the last round, I heard the crowds rousing cheer, it felt as if the whole world was by my side. Leaning forward to my horse I whispered, we made it Tekeze, we are the stars now. As I made my way out of the arena other competitors and trainers have fived me and talked about how beautifully I finished the curves, nodding my head, I searched for my trainer and friends to share the excitement that I could no longer hold. As I did two men caught my attention, one was encouraging the other to walk up to me, I could hear him say “I’ll ask her afterward” repetitively and walked towards the crowd disappearing from my sight.

My purse is a spacious, brown and khaki, leather tote with the signature Calvin Klein logo coated throughout, and a large pink airbrushed heart in the center. As I unzip my purse the first thing I spot is my tremendously worn out, overused, stained wallet; I never fail to question why I have yet to replace it. Inside of my wallet I have my hideous drivers license, a few credit cards, loose change, and occasionally some cash. Next, we have my Forever21 sunglasses and my reading glasses; which are both stored in the small compartment on the left side of my