Personal Narrative Essay

“Um, Miss Jones, Natalie is running late. She should be here in about 15 minutes.” says the company's secretary, Sasha.

1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the

hand, she sees a stairway located near the elevator and took the stairs instead. Making her way up, the door of her studio welcomes her wide open. Walking on wood flooring she was in awe

Ally’s family is very wealthy but, their money couldn’t help her father’s sickness, he died in 1947. Her mother remarried to a rich man that had a daughter of his own. Ally was sure that her stepsister Ally hated her guts she just didn’t know why. Ally hated that her mom had to choose a man with so much money because it felt like he was trying to buy their love.

I was so annoyed with this hike for the fact that the mosquitoes were so bad it's like when my little brother throws a bunch of legos at me, and the night hike has started. This hike is called the sensory hike it's at night and it's when we do our solo hike AT NIGHT it's gonna be so scary. When the hike started it was I should be thinking more positive but so much could happen in the next couple hours. I have been so tired from atwood the hikes take FOREVER and they make your legs hurt a lot. After walking for like an hour my group and I finally went to the stop for the solo hike.

The moment I knew I was no longer a child was a regular day. I was driving to work in a car that I had changed the oil in. It was with the knowledge that I had turned in a major essay for my linguistics course at a local college. My mind recently had been wondering when I could start filing my taxes. I live by the lists and I have a mental list of what makes a person an adult. I was surprised to find on that average November day that I fit quite neatly into most of the categories, I had transportation, employment, a sense of autonomy, ideological suredness, ability to speak and be heard, and mental faculties in line with a pragmatism that is necessary to function in the real world. The French song playing on the radio and the brightness of the cloudy sky somehow triggered this revelation.

I lied in my bed one night, my heart pounding, rapid breathing, and racing thoughts. I was having a panic attack. Life’s a journey and just a few are easy, clear paths. Majority have obstacles that they must overcome to continuing living the life they want. One obstacle and journey that I have dealt with in my life is my anxiety. I have had anxiety for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would worry about everything, but was constantly told that it was normal to worry about things. Anxiety was just the norm for me. Even though I have had anxiety all my life there was one point when my anxiety was at its worst. I would have multiple panic attacks almost every day. A significant journey that has shaped me into the person I am today is the

You know that friend that you try to ignore whenever they wave at you in the hallway? At first they were okay but now it’s embarrassing to be around them in public. The friendship sort of just happened and you don’t know how to let them down easy. Playing an instrument is a similar feeling, at least in my opinion. There’s a reason why I’m not as willing to let people know I’m in the band and play the clarinet. The clarinet isn’t even that bad and I’ve had some good memories in band but people don’t need to know that. They should know the struggle it’s been ever since the beginning.

There is this feeling that has overcome me in the past few weeks, a feeling that I am clinging to something that does not exist anymore. That I am clinging to a feeling, to a time of freedom and innocence. I’m clinging to games played in the backyard, to the smell of grass as I tumble down a hill, to play dates, blanket forts and stamping in muddy puddles. I am clinging to childhood.

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.

More often than not, the life of a middle-class, seven-year-old girl includes gymnastics, piano lessons, soccer, theater, swim team, and ballet, sometimes all simultaneously. She engages in each activity for a year, a few months, or maybe even a measly week or two before putting one suddenly insipid enterprise down in favor of a presumably more appealing endeavor.

Looking back on my childhood, it is clear to me that I was never a very feminine girl. I remember asking to pee outside; trying to be like my older brother when I was only just in diapers. I did wear dresses, and I had some skirts that I enjoyed wearing, but only to church. However, I can distinctly remember getting grass stains on my Easter dress from the time I left the front door to when I reached the car sitting in the driveway. I never really felt the pressure to look nice; this has been permanently documented in any pictures from before middle school in which I was wearing an outfit of my choice. My look until about seventh grade was a slicked back ponytail, a t-shirt, and basketball shorts that were handed down to me from my older brother.

This is a difficult question to answer because since infancy I was taught differently. As a child I had unyielding optimism because I was under the impression that everything came easily. The nursery rhyme that mirrors my young mentality is Star Light Star Bright:"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight" (Alfred Bester). As life unravelled I quickly dismissed my childhood naïvety. Real life sobered me up and as a result I now understand that life requires hard work. Having undergone the pain that comes along with hard work I found myself doubting the necessity of it all. In the novel The Alchemist, the Alchemist states: "There is only one way to learn...it's through action. Everything that you need to know you have learned through your journey" (125). With further thought I am reminded of past situations that prove this statement true. As, a soccer player I have spent a number of years gradually developing my skills and knowledge of the game. Similar to the statement the training that I subjected myself too is gruelling, but essential because it provides me with all the necessary tools to continue my growth as a player. All the suffering that I endured is ultimately satisfying because it is what makes me worthy of my dreams in the first place.

As the bell rings, I quickly gather my stuff and head out the door to Biology. Scott meets me up in the hallway as usual.

"All right sweetie I'm off to work," my mother says searching around the kitchen counter.