Personal Narrative Essay: Lindsay Day

Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.

"Phil, can you please get off the couch and continue cleaning the kitchen?" Dan walked towards the television with a broom in his right hand and turned off the anime Phil was binge watching. "Jess is almost home and I don't want her walking into a pig sty!"

Marina Carter was ready to take back her life. She deserved more in life than a loveless relationship and a cheating fiancé’. Without a thought, she packed her bags and escaped far away to a private island to plan her new life. Sun, fresh air, and sandy beaches proved to be just what she needed.

When I joined the military, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. It is one of the main reasons why I decided to join the Reserves and not Active duty. The other main reason was because I knew the Reserves would still pay for college while I was only active one weekend a month. Growing up in Killeen, Texas – I was right beside one of the largest Army post which is Fort Hood. I had a lot of friends whose parents were in the military, and two distant cousins who were also in the service. All I knew, (or thought I knew) was they had good money.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

It was a cold winter day in the outskirts of New York. He was sitting in the window, clearly playing the piano. He moved with such passion and charisma, that you would have thought he was in a deep relationship with it. He seemed to be in his mid-20s, and he was completely taken away by the music that was rolling out of his fingers. I, Rachel Smith, am truly mesmerized by this body that I do not even know. I had never noticed the boy before, as I have walked by this house a nearly dozen times this week. I have concluded that he is a guest, inside the massive house that stands before me or the person living inside, hired this boy to play for his guests. As I proceed to stand here and wonder, I realized that the boy is sad. He seems happy with

She completed some of her course work the first hour while she was here. If she is here tomorrow, I think we need to make sure she does not have any course work to complete. If she is hanging around, I think we need to let her know that we have some facility work to do (we need to rearrange the site, have the locks changed, and clean the site thoroughly). That is a suggestion to get her out the building.

One summer day Cierra McCall and I decided that it would be a great idea to go to the beach. At first, we sat in the car for a while thinking where we wanted to go. Cierra and I threw out many ideas on which beach we wanted to go to. Then, she said "let's go to Mahai'ula." I replied "Ya sure I've never been there before." She said "great." The following day we left the house around 8am to get to the beach by 9am. It was a long drive over, but it gave me the opportunity to bond with my best friend Cierra. I am a gregarious person who just likes to be facetious on occasions. When we arrived at the beach I didn't expect us to have to hike to get to the beach. We did, but it wasn't as bad I thought it would be. The water was crystal clear and the

Today was the usual day at the base as one of the guards watched the show on the television. Nothing was showing up on the radar as men were looking at it for any sudden changes. Tristan Dimont, a private, was looking at the radars until he heard footsteps and got up to salute. The others soon got up to salute at the captain. He saw the captain walked towards him and looked at the radar. "Has anything changed?" the captain said towards the private as he looked at the radar. The private looked at the radar and said, "Nothing so far, sir." he quickly turned to the captain, "But, the radar did spot a couple Spanish ships earlier.".

Ada had married my grandfather David in a Melbourne suburban church in April 1934 aged twenty-one. By May 1935 she gave birth to their first child Hannah. Ada wrote the brief note above in November 1936 pregnant with her second child. The style and tone of this letter indicate Ada was at ease with her life talking of the warm weather, her fruitful garden, and good health. It gave little hint of the events that would occur in a few short weeks that radically changed our family’s life. This is a personal family narrative which traces Ada’s life and her absence from our family that had begun long before I was born. It maps my personal journey and the processes of discovery motivated by trying to understand what happened to Ada, why she did not live with my grandfather Pop and why we saw her so infrequently.

Today my heart was over joyed as I left Anaselie. She was in a much better mood this week. When I first got to her class the first thing I noticed there was a sub today, the sub asked for help with the presentation she was to show to the class today, while the girl who also meets at her book buddy was helping the sub. I walked around the classroom, looking at what the students were working on. They were labeling different things you would find in the classroom; all the students had finished labeling and were coloring. Except Anaselie, she was coloring but her labeling was not legible at all. It looked like scribbles. This hurt my heart a little bit; I just don’t understand why a parent would neglect their child’s education. This is something

If you dedicate hard work and perseverance to anything you set your mind to, you can grab hold of your dream in triumph and success. This I believe

Day 2 with Natalie went fairly well. She did not want to greet a table at first but she was sociable with them. She did well on her test and only missed two of the wing sauces. The only issue that we had was when I asked her if she wanted to greet one of my tables and she said yes. She was nervous and the greet and order steps were a little rocky, and by rocky I mean a complete avalanche. She came off a robotic and it seemed forced. So she needs to work on her greet and having more confidence with her tables.

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.

My Grandmother passed away when I was Fourteen years old a freshman in high school. I have never been more devastated in my entire life. My grandmother and I were very close we spent every day of summer together when I was little up till I was old enough to stay at home by myself. I remember that every Friday we would go to the bank so grandma could get a check cashed and we would use that money for lunch. My grandmother would always let me chose were we were going to eat and me being a child it was usually McDonalds just to play in the little playset. On Thursdays my grandmother and I would go to visit the sick from church and would make fruit baskets for them. Going to the nursing home was my favorite thing to do because you could see the