Personal Narrative Essay : My Day Dream

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.

Cold and flu season was upon the nation and one December my kids, one after another, caught that season's cold, along with its lingering cough. After weeks of taking care of the kids, I inevitably, got the gift that kept on giving. A yucky cold. I should have known this was going to be one for the record books because the sore throat was SO painful. Not. fun.

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?

Growing up, I had a lot of amazing people to look up to, including my father. He was my hero and was always encouraging me to push myself and try new things. My father was in the military for many years and was a drill sergeant, so he was very good at persuading people to do things, my six year old self included. He taught me many lessons in life and has helped me grow as a person.

As a student, I have always handled the pressure of schoolwork and tests by preparing, organizing, and staying ahead of the game. I study for every single test and I practice for every piano, singing, orchestra, and ballet performance. I always plan ahead for the simplest things even in my personal life. I plan my Halloween costumes in August and my December birthday in September. Therefore, preparation gives me confidence and assurance that I will perform successfully. Little did I know that I cannot always control or prepare for every situation. In the December of 2012, someone threw me a lifeline and changed my attitude.

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

My entire childhood I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandpa drove a truck and was only home on weekends, while my grandma stayed home with me. I had the same rotating schedule for visiting my mom, I stayed the entire month of June, a week in october, a week in January, and if it was an odd year I went to stay on all major holidays. My life was fairly predictable until the day my grandparents decided to divorce.

I was genuinely surprised I didn’t have to wake up earlier. My flight left from Los Angeles at 10am, and I was to arrive in Scotland in the afternoon of the next day due to time zone differences. My Uber driver was asking me tons of questions on the way to the airport, and personally, I like to play a game whenever I’m in an Uber; it’s called “Who Am I?” That day, I was a college student going back to St Andrews University, I had previously researched it when I considered majoring in English, so I had all answers at my disposal. I arrive at the airport and there are practically no lines for TSA, leaving me to wander around the airport for an hour before my flight is called. No matter what time of day, airports have always been surreal to me. It feels like time doesn’t exist, and there is an overwhelming

“ The end is nothing; the road is all.” - Willa Cather. To me that quote is something a lot of people should think about when they are doubting doing something. You could interpret that quote in many different ways but for me it means that, how your life ends is nothing, but how you spent your life leading up to the end is everything.

I used to be a shy, little freshman. I never raised my hand in class, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t participate in activities, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t try to change the world, because I didn’t think I would make a difference.

My mother is an excellent chef and tonight we are having one of her specialties: philly cheese steaks. These aren’t just any philly cheese steaks though. The rolls are homemade honey wheat and each bite reveals just a hint of fresh basil. The meat is a succulent beef that has been sliced paper thin and has been cooking slowly in its own juices for eight hours. The mozzarella was made by my grandfather earlier today, and it melts into a delicious, gooey mess. Mom does not make this often as the beef she uses is pretty expensive, but today’s special. Today, not only do I turn eighteen, but I was also recently accepted into the honor’s program at Moss University.

The time was currently 8:00 a.m. when I heard my alarm go off. I tried my best to ignore it about three times when I realized I must have something to do that's really important that I had to set up an alarm. I finally realized that my sister, Gabriela, and I had to go to the mall to purchase a dress for our cousin’s party. I got up, turned the alarm off, and went to her room.

Ever since I can remember, I've always been a source of worry for my mother; I fear that this will never change. Regardless of this, I know that my mother is a very strong, persevering woman, and that if need be; she will carry on.

“ Grab your, things we are leaving,” my mom said. From that moment, after those words were said, my life completely changed. I was a little girl when my world flipped upside down. I went from having everything to having nothing at all. This all happened due to “a little fight” that became big; a fight where hands were thrown and tears were dropped. My brother got into an argument with my grandma’s husband and her husband hit my brother. My mom was at work through all of this and I was in a corner, crying, hoping that someone walked through that door for help. My grandma was just there, watching, trying to blame my brother for something that just happened. Thank god in this moment an angel walked through that door, my mom. I run crying to her