Personal Narrative Essay

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

Music may be the universal language, but those of us who spend our lives with it are expected to know it in depth, from early on. Many composers, whether traditional or experimental, have been steeped in Western classical music from the cradle. That was not the case with me.

It was my Grandpa Buck his story changed his life. It was one beautiful afternoon my grandpa decided to go to the Drunken Bar and Grill after he was done with worked. He was going to meet his friend Peter there. They had a hamburger and some cold beer. After he was done at the Drunken Dar and Grill he went to another bar. He had some more beer and he got drunk and he had to call my grandma Judy to have her come pick him up. Then my grandpa decided that it was fun to go and party with his friends every Friday night. Then he said very quiet

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”.

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.

Thursday March, and I was on my feet. Be that as it may, then I lost my foot. Stating it like this might confound, yet you will get it toward the end.

As we swiftly hopped in the car I started to panic. In my mind there were unimaginable things. Is she going to die? Does she feel good? What was going to happen to her? As I glared at her she looked out the window with a melancholy look on her face. It felt like 100 years passed by when we finally reached the doctor’s office my aunt quickly explained to the doctor what was going on with her daughter my cousin. After a few minutes in the waiting room we were transferred to the back where they checked Cynthia’s weight, blood pressure, and her heart. The doctor then passed us to a room and she drew blood from Cynthia once the results were in the doctor said you have to leave now take her to the children’s hospital. My aunt stopped and it was

I can't wait for the cotton ball trees and the snow days of the cold winter.

September of 2011 was when I heard my favorite band for the first time. I remember it so clearly because that was when I met my best friend as well. I was a junior in high school and sitting in my anatomy class, when I overheard a group of people talking about 'So Far Away'. So, I went home and listened to it myself. That was the first time I listened to Avenged Sevenfold. They instantly became one of my top three favorite artists. As more of their music filled my ears, it's like I became entangled in a web and everywhere I turned their was A7X. It sounds crazy, but there is just something about their sound that captures my attention. One of the first rock/metal bands I enjoyed listening to.

Currently my biggest form of exorcize is daily walks with my son. However, I use to be involved in Basketball and dance and I would like to enroll in another dance class and start shooting more hoops. I have osteopenia, muscle spasms, carpal tunnel and tendonitis, all of which would be improved by weight loss. In fact, aside from the carpal tunnel, my doctor is under the impression that weight loss may all but eliminate some of my biggest health plagues. I have already altered my diet, now I need to increase the amount of physical activity in my life. My son is my biggest motivation, he absolutely adores our walks and presses me each time to go further and further. If, at the age of three he wants to walk a half a mile

Growing up with two older sisters I looked up to them as great role models. Whether or not if they realize it, I watched everything they did as they became active members of our local 4-H club and got involved in school. I grew up with early Saturday mornings to watch cross country meets, and late summer nights during the fair. My two sisters have influenced my life in a vast amount of ways, and I am grateful for the valuable lessons they have been able to bestow upon me. Along with watching them get involved in high school, I also watched them purchase their own vehicle. However, little did I know they didn’t own these vehicles as they both received car loans in order to purchase them. Each of my sisters had a different experience with their car loan and they each taught me a different, yet valuable lesson about what to do when I purchase my own car.

There have been many times that I've wondered to myself if I should write a book about my life. One way to describe the events of my life would be a roller coaster ride that I'm strapped in and unable to get off. With great heights of excitement, lows lower than rock bottom, and never ending loops in between, itt's a wonder I'm still alive. I have very few recollections of my life before the age of eleven; for reasons I'm unsure of, but I can certainly try to reminisce.

I step back from the bathroom mirror, and I grab my hair straightener to straighten the wavy hair that I got from my Dad. My hair is the colour of caramel and my eyes are deep brown just like my Dad’s. My broad shoulders, which I never liked, I also got from my dad. The amount of times people have told me I look like my Dad had little effect on me. My mom interrupts me while I straighten my hair.

slept through the burglary. I considered lying about this to the cops when I went to report it, but you don’t lie to the police. It’s like doctors: they can’t help you if you lie to them. I mean, I don’t always tell my doctor the whole truth, but that’s because my doctor happens to be an old friend—some things are just too embarrassing to tell your friends.

I lived in a large, goth house on the outskirts of Wimbledon, Massachusetts. My family and I had called this house our home for nearly 18 years. In our home there was constantly something happening, but none of which we were responsible for. Doors flying open and shut, voices yelling, stomping. Everything in the house scattering. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked which means I cared for the house. I was constantly petrified.