Personal Narrative Essay

Brian Bodeker 8/13/15 Block 1 World Literature 10, Mr. Simon Summer Reading Assignment Book 1: What went on in the house of Odysseus? 1. Where is Odysseus? Odysseus was exiled for twenty years from Ithica, but he returned home from the Island of Ogygia with Calypso (1.1).

Washington DC – With president Donald Trump’s recent inauguration, many are wondering just how many claims the president will follow through with. Reporters had a moment to interview president Donald Trump in his solid-gold apartment prior to his internment in the White House. “Oh yeah I’ll still be building the wall, I’m going to build the ‘ughest wall you’ve ever seen,” said the president deftly clasping his tiny hands together. Trump reported that he’ll be paying for the entire wall out of his own bottomless pocket. Trump hopes that the wall will not act as a physical barrier between the US and neighboring countries, rather as a sign of his own merit. “It’s because I’m the most generous person. No one’s more generous than me,” a heartwarming

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

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

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.

There once was a salt shaker, named Saltina, who fell in love with a pepper shaker, named Pepprico. The two grew up in a grocery store down town, and began to grow rather fond of each other. Unfortunately, their love was forbidden among the spice world, but they did not care. As they grew closer and closer they decided to elope, and get married at night in the produce isle. The two eventually had an oregano child and named her Baby Spice. They kept their child hidden with their good friend, Herb, who lived in the isle next to them. The family became tired of having to live this secret life, so they decided to run away. Saltina took Baby Spice to a place where Pepprico and his wife could bring the child with them. The three would leave at the busiest store hour, so that way all the

Seth Reece is strange man. He has no friends and his sister is the only person from his family that is still alive. His parents died when he was seventeen in a airplane crash and left Seth and his sister Tia to live with each other. They live in an old, dumpy run down apartment complex in, Dallas Texas. One day Seth was walking down East Main St. to go get a big Mac from Mcdonald's when he realized he had no money. He called his sister and asked her if he could borrow money when she told him she had no money and that she had just got fired from her job at the food market. When he got back to his apartment there was a note on the door, the note said that they had not paid rent for the last two months so they were going to be kicked out

… Beep beep! The cars zoom past Pearl on the city streets, the wind tossing around her freshly cut hair. Pearl is walking back to work after donating ten inches of her hair to Wigs for Kids, an organization that makes wigs for children with cancer. As Pearl walks, she slows her brisk pace and stops to give an elderly veteran a couple dollars. “Thank you, Miss,” the veteran says gratefully.

My husband and I had planned our Around Vancouver Island adventure for many months before releasing our 42' ketch from its confinement on the dock in the summer of 2013. Neither of us had sailed around our beautiful West Coast island before and it was with much excitement - and a hint of trepidation on my part - that we set out. I have always had a healthy respect for the ocean and my early days learning to sail were filled with accelerated heart beats and white knuckles. One never can tell when the ocean will want to swallow you whole and so my fear of the unknown was a niggling presence in my mind.

I sat in that cold dark room, getting maybe 2 hours of sleep every now and then but i had no way to tell how long it had been. When i got hungry i would eat the smashed food off the floor. When i was thirsty i drank the water that dripped out of the pipes above me. Once i ran out of the remanence of the food i had nothing to eat. I sat there hoping he would bring me something, even if it was nothing more than a piece of bread of fruit. I got so hungry i began to ration the bars of soap and minty toothpaste. The taste was very unpleasant and it made me sick to my stomach but at least i wasn't starving. Any time i had to use the bathroom i would move as far right at the chain would let me go and i would go to the bathroom. Then i would go back as far left as possible and sit back down. There were no vents in the basement. Just one hole in the wall where some piping broke off. That the only way air got in and out so the smell in the

It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach

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.

Gasping, fresh air fills my lungs. Bitter cold, I open my eyes, a blinding white room occupies my vision. Again.

The color of the bright orange paper on my door captured my eyes as it waved in the wind. The eviction notice was scheduled for Monday, December 14th, 2008 two days before my ninth birthday. It wasn't my place to worry, so I handed it to my mother and continued on with my day. No one spoke about the notice for three days. On the afternoon of the 14th I got off the bus and saw our belongings outside the apartment.,It was at that moment I knew that the orange paper was something to have been worried about. We left eight years of memories behind in that apartment and built two months of new memories in a shelter.

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