Personal Narrative Essay

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as the crowd readies itself for the main event.I prepared myself for the final match through boxing,dodging swings,running laps, inhaling when I hold back a punch and exhaling when I release the force of my punch.Without a doubt Gabriel has trained just as hard as I have and I still cannot beat him,until now.I felt more confident than ever as I walked out into the waiting eyes of the audience.I have climbed over many obstacles to get to the grand finale and I plan on seeing this fight to the end.

One day on a saturday morning, probable around 10 or 11 o’clock, I asked my dad if I could go to Speedy Park for the rest of the day with a couple of friends and he said, “sure, just be back by 11:00.” Speedy Park is a local amusement park that everyone loves to go to. It got its name because there’s so many fast and insanely steep rides, the founders of the park thought “What better name than Speedy, Speedy Park?” But anyways, around 12:00 I went to pick up Ron, Rick, Sane, short for Sanchelli, and Dave. They were like the only people i talked to in the neighborhood. So, after I picked them up we all walk down to the park, it was like a 30 to 40 minute walk. When we arrived, it felt as if it was the first time I’ve ever been there, even though we been here like 100 times. The smell of the funnel cakes and other scents in the air, and the sounds of happiness coming from every direction never gets old. So, we just start walking around, getting on rides and eating, you know having a good time like friends should. But soon, at around 5:30, something dramatic happens, all the laughter and talking and all the scents in the air stop, the roller coasters stop, and there’s

“5, 6, 7, and 8. Ok, see you tomorrow. Make sure to go over the steps and be ready,” the coach said. Walking to the side of the gym and picking up my bag, I looked to my left to see if my cousin was ready to go. As I get into the car, my cousin and I talk about how practicing for tryout went. You could hear the excitement in my voice as I tell about the moves we went over. How every step and every turn made the dance come together. Going home, I started my homework later than when I usually do because of practicing the moves over and over. The next couple of days went very smoothly for me. I still remembered the dance moves, finished all my work, and still was able to have a social life until the weekend came.

Half the class nodded off to sleep as our calculus teacher reviewed that night’s homework before the bell dismissed the class. Rumors about a junior and senior class assembly loomed through the halls, but the rumors lacked specific details. Of course we would have an assembly on the one and only day my best friend, Isabelle, was absent. It seemed odd, though. Just the night before she told me she would be tired at school the next day due to her family’s recent move. I assured myself that she stayed home that day, but I could not shake the eerie feeling.

I was ten; it was my first year and first wilderness trip at Camp Birchwood in northern Minnesota. Four other kids, three counselors, and I had been canoeing for three days through the Boundary Waters, a vast network of lakes on the U.S. border with Canada. I’d been camping countless times with my parents and friends, and thought my fit at camp was perfect.

Victoria was startled awake at the sound of her alarm clock. She looked at the time and it read 6:00 AM. Four hours earlier she was gazing at the alarm clock trying to fall asleep. Today was the day that she would go to the state-wide art competition to win it, once again, and receive a scholarship to the Rhode Island School of Design. She put on her elegant black lace dress, and her peep-toed cheetah flats. Her golden blonde hair was falling over her shoulders like the snowflakes outside on this early December morning. She put on her favorite gold necklace the one she wears everyday, grabbed her portfolio and cup of coffee and headed out for Chicago for the art competition.

If you were in the store and you see some old lady gets her money taken.The boy starts running away would you speak up or stay silence? Well let me tell you the whole story. I woke up and turned on the news that there have been a lot more crimes in maryland the past few weeks I could not find any nice clothes to wear. I had to go to the store to find new clothes. So i called up Ethan to say I would be a little late because I had to find new clothes.Ethan said its ok because I need some to. I was driving with Ethan And we were talking about the cake,location, and decoration. We were hungry so we went to ihop. I had the original short stack buttermilk pancakes. Ethan got the Strawberry Banana Pancakes. We left ihop got in my car and went on

Aleigha’s eyebrows raised and her bright, baby blue eyes got big as she relized she could have drowned but she was happy she survived! One day she woke up to a massive flood, her house was flooded everything was all over the floors looked like an earthquake hit them up. Things were all over the place people were outside on canoes helping to save the drowning, the whole city was flooded. She new she had to get out of there as fast as she could but first her and her mom have to board up all the windows then they need to evacuate. They step outside and BOOM get hit with strong wind and heavy rain! Mom is scared she looks at Aleigha and says ”Aleigha i can’t do this we are going to just have to stay”. Aleigha answers back as she cries and says

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and