Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with

September 15 was a day I won’t forget I was scared for my friend Donavin he was 13 and had to get surgery on his neck, he had a 50% of making it through the surgery. I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like days, I ended up sleeping on the floor of the waiting room to get good or bad news. It was 5:00 pm when the nurse can in I got out of my seat as my sister held my hand tight. “He made it through the surgery would you like to see him” the nurse said. Without saying anything to the nurse, I ran to the room and opened the door with tears, my eyes waiting to see his face. I walked over and saw him sleeping, I layed next to him and hugged him like I have not seen him in forever, I was glad to see him doing well. By wanting to stay with a friend in the hospital, I was showing that I cared for that person. The characters of Sandra from “Geraldo no last name” and Liesel from the book thief showed that they care about people they don’t know.

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

One day she found me crying on the side of the road. I had already been passed by at least ten people, but when Maudie Atkinson walked by she didn’t hesitate to stop and ask me if I was ok. I told her I had had a rough day at school, and that it seemed I had no friends. She guided me back to her house and baked me

I have been a troupe 1224 member of Estancia Drama since my sophomore year of high school. As a child, I took daring acting and modeling classes. My parents had difficulty taking me to them because I hated being on stage. I felt uncomfortable and afraid of everyone judging me. As I grew up, I kept the same attitude towards the arts while my oldest brothers continued to act. They came home late from rehearsals with tired and committed faces. I never bothered to ask what rehearsals were and what they did, but when my family and I went to see them perform, their time to the program showed off. It was not my intention to take Beginning Drama my freshman year, but I was not going to pass up such a huge opportunity. As a senior, I have been in seven shows. In five of them, I was an actress and in two, I was behind the scenes working on lights and sound. The process of putting on a show has taught me more than any other extracurricular possibly can. We learn how to work with each other, a group ranging from twenty to forty students. For every show, we work fifteen hours or more a week on different

A lonely girl sat on the hill the wind blowing her all this way and that, the cold numbing her hands and feet; however, this wasn’t what was making the tears fall down her cheeks – sticking to her face. It was the loneliness inside of her that she couldn’t express except through her tears that made her feel empty. All she needed was a hug, a loving word, and all would feel right, but no one came. This was the little girl I meet when I went on a mission trip to Palau. She would drive all her teachers crazy with her outbursts of energy or rage; but as I got to know her and drew closer to her during my time there, she began to open up and let me into her life. I learned that she came from a broken home where the word “love” was rarely, if ever,

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

No matter where I may begin, I can always make the best of it and take it even further. After I snapped back into the real world, Mrs. Merritt was telling me how she was afraid that I could hinder myself from many of the opportunities, and that I needed to step out of the box because there is so much more than what I could see. “I’m not even going to cry for you,” she joked as her eyes began to water and face began to turn as red an apple. I may not have shown it, but I was so touched. How could someone that I have only known for a limited period of time care so much about me? I wanted to cry myself, but I have never been the type to show emotions, so I held them in. My heart was warm and my mind seemed serene for the first time in a while. No, I didn’t think no one cared about me, but it was how someone who works with hundreds of kids on a daily basis, could care about single little me so much.

“I’m in love with life” said Mrs. C.B with a little smile. A simple answer that she gave when asked about her overall feelings and ideas about the life that she has lived so far. I asked if she could elaborate more on that and in that moment, the little smile grew wider and reached her eyes lighting them and causing them to crinkle at the corners. “The truth is…” she pauses as she places her cane on the side of the table “I

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside

As I sat in my sixth grade English class, laughing and talking, I noticed that another student was making fun of one of my best friends. Ryan had always hung out with girls, and it took about five minutes after meeting him for me to declare that we would be best friends forever. Ryan was the opposite of me; he was easily intimidated because he was small and mostly because he was kind, unlike most of the middle school population. He didn’t want to be different, but he was. He wanted to fit in, but he couldn’t. I think that’s why we became so close, with my head of frizzy curls and my shocking height for a sixth grade girl of 5’3, neither of us had found our place, so we made our place within each other.

A friend is someone who you trust and enjoy spending time with. Everyone needs a friend because without friends life would be boring. Friends are important because they boost your happiness and cut your stress. Friends are easy to find, but a best friend is very hard to find. Best Friends are very important because they increase your self-confidence, you can share secrets, unlimited laughter, and adventures. To have a best friend you do not have to know them for a long time you just have to feel comfortable around them and trust them.