Personal Narrative Essay: Moving Away

“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.”

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?

“We’re moving.” I heard those words at least once a year growing up. I never minded moving because I liked a change of scenery and making new friends. But at what point does moving, then making new friends, and then having to move again get repetitive? It never did for me but the hatred for the reason we had to move all those times still runs strong throughout my mind.

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.

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,

The gentle rays of the early morning sun were not the first things to wake Dr. John Watson. An alarm clock, placed strategically by the bedside, began to beep at approximately six am, waking the ex-army doctor. Now used to civilian life after only a few years, like any normal person, John slammed the snooze button and snuggled back into his warm bed once more. However, living in the same apartment building as the infamous Sherlock Holmes, sleep was a sacred privilege that needed to be honored by both parties’ in silence. But today was Mrs. Hudson’s birthday, so falling back asleep was not an option. Last night, both residents agreed to do something nice for their sweet old landlady by getting up early and making pancakes as a thank you for

On July 11th, 2016, I had given my mom the worst news. The news that I had given her was that I moved with my dad, who lives four hours away. I've been living with my mom for 14 years so it was very difficult to move away from her. I made this decision because I thought that there would be more opportunities for me and to advance my education. I was happy with my decision until I was on the phone listening to my mom crying. Eventually, I was having a good summer even though I was upset about my mom. I then started summer school to meet new people so I would have friends during the school year. I met some really awesome and sweet people. The people that I had met were from a big city instead of a small town like me so it took me a couple of

She listened to his answers avidly. She couldn’t remember where she had heard about this exercise, but it was perfect for a new couple to learn about one another. She was relieved to know there was no ex’s in his life. She had an inkling he just left a string of one night stands in his path. She could only hope he didn’t have any other children out there. Most women would have aborted their one night stand’s child, but she was one of the few who had conflicting feelings toward that. His movie choice she had never heard of. “I’ll have to add that to my list of movies to watch.” She commented lightly while he rattled off his answers.

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

The bullet was released from the chamber before Heath even heard the sound of the man approaching. As he spun to face his assailant, the 9mm entered just below his abdomen and he fell to the ground with his vision wavering and closing into blackness. The last voice he heard was the man saying, “I told you this would happen. This is what you get when you betray those close to you.”

Imagine your best friend, the person you’ve grown up with. The person who knows everything about you, even some things you don’t know about yourself. The one person in the world you would trust your life with, knowing that they would protect it with theirs. Now, although it’s something no one wants to imagine, think about them suddenly being ripped from your life, right as you needed them. This happened to me in the summer of 2013.

“Go pick out some flowers out the garden for me I need new decorations, but be careful don't let no one see” nahi starts groaning, scrunching her face together. She doesn't like picking out the flowers she says the bugs are going to touch her. But in the other hand, I love when the fresh breeze runs through my hair and clothes when I'm standing, identifying which flower will be perfect for this bouquet.

Who knew, moving from one state to another would have such a vast effect on my life and my three children. I will remember that day like it was yesterday, for the rest of my life. It was August 15, 2009. I was twenty nice, on my second marriage and I just had baby number three. My husband called me and said that his visit in Kansas City went well and he had found a job. I thought he was joking. He was going to visit his parents, not look for job. In 2008, the economy took a turn for the worst and he was having trouble finding work in Sacramento. I didn’t understand why he wanted to move so badly. I was entering my seventh year at my employer. I was advancing quickly in my career. I went from answering phones to an Executive. I was making enough to support us and I took our youngest baby to work with me. When he returned to Sacramento, he had a moving truck, and his family. The decision had already been made. I broke the news to my boss and my co-workers. We all cried. Now, it was time for me to tell

Over the years, I have grown up to a point in my life where I am almost considered, officially, an adult. Reaching this milestone in my life has given me sense of pride and also gives me more of a responsibility role progressing on, into, my future. In my past, I’ve been through many experiences that have changed my personality; some for better, others for worse. I like to think that all of my past events changed me for the better to help myself picture that being who I am is the best I can be. These changes that happened to me all result from one or multiple types of specific events that influenced me in some type of way. These events, the ones making impact on me, are typically some type of dilemma or overwhelming event that I carry significance

As this issue was printing, a couple of editors decided to express their very strong opinions concerning O'Brien and his actions.