Personal Narrative Essay

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

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 next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

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

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

I never would think about showing an animal. I decided to go wild and show a steer my junior year, I did not think about showing an animal so big before but it was worth the wild. I knew it would be hard work, dedication and responsibility. I worked so hard to get where I wanted that steer and it sure did pay off. Being successful is something that someone feels when they work for something that they tried so hard on and then succeeded in it. Success is the way I felt when I was getting ready for the show while I was standing to be called in my class and how I felt when I got out of the show ring.

Hello Mr. Garcia this is Sasha Arcaya id number 0039478 i was in the dance magnet and was going to be a 10th grader First i would like to ask to please hear me out. Around august 21 i switched schools to Southwest Miami senior high school and i deeply deeply deeply regret it. i dont belong in a school like that i am a very classy lady I DON'T act like most girls their, leaving MAS was the worst decision i have ever made in my life! I made my mother cry she hated southwest she thought that i was going to become a bad person. I had all of my friends at MAS when i started southwest the first day i got bulled really badly in mas i was at home. i honestly don't know why i left, i left for the JROTC program in southwest but is that really worth 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.

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.

“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.

“You’re OVERWEIGHT” I have always been told. My mom was overweight most of her life as well and she wanted better for me. She never wanted to see me struggle as much as she did. My father was an alcoholic around the time I was born so mom raised me as a single parent for the first few years of my life until she meant her now current husband. She recently just emigrated from Haiti at the time, and she was trying to settle a life in America. I was looked up to my mom; she makes me realize that ambition is more than anything. Growing up, I always struggle with my body, my self-image. Every time I looked in the mirror, I have never liked what I have seen, how tall I am, how my arms looked, how my cheeks looked in comparison to my nose and my mouth, how my stomach fell from the

This is my third day in Greece, it is 8:30 am. I had barely woken up in my hotel room since it was still morning I hurried out of the hotel to eat breakfast. With my bus ticket, I set off to a restaurant named Flavour Business Resto Cafe. I decided to order 2 egg eyes, three slices of bacon, rustic sausage, toast ham-cheese, pure orange juice, and coffee. All together my breakfast cost me $7. 50, once I received my breakfast, I sat at a nearby table and began to eat it. Just after I finished my breakfast, I went to the Museum of Cycladic Art, it was only about 10:30. I entered the museum with my admission pass that cost $7. 00. Immediately upon my entrance to the museum, I was amazed to find that the museum has a mix of ancient and modern art. Afterward, I learned that the museum contained a large

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

I woke up late...it was the day after my most recent move. Therefore, it is safe to assume that I was tired and not entirely on my A-Game.

I was talking to him on my cell phone again, only this time I was standing over the smoking Weber grill in my backyard, flipping burgers and barbecued chicken breasts. Krista and I were hosting a Sunday afternoon cookout for a small group of friends who were making a fuss over Lorraine while Daniel and a group of his friends played a noisy game of tag. It was a perfect suburban scene with radiant weather to match. Bright sunlight slanted through the leafy maple trees that shaded half our lawn, reflecting the freshly mowed grass into a brilliant emerald green.