Personal Narrative Essay

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

Music may be the universal language, but those of us who spend our lives with it are expected to know it in depth, from early on. Many composers, whether traditional or experimental, have been steeped in Western classical music from the cradle. That was not the case with me.

It was my Grandpa Buck his story changed his life. It was one beautiful afternoon my grandpa decided to go to the Drunken Bar and Grill after he was done with worked. He was going to meet his friend Peter there. They had a hamburger and some cold beer. After he was done at the Drunken Dar and Grill he went to another bar. He had some more beer and he got drunk and he had to call my grandma Judy to have her come pick him up. Then my grandpa decided that it was fun to go and party with his friends every Friday night. Then he said very quiet

I think the best way to use my time more efficiently is to plan out what I need to do for the day. Creating a to-do list in advance makes it easier to decide on which tasks are the most important. I usually base their importance on due date or amount of time required to finish it. I also realized that I have to plan a certain time of each day to study for my exams, instead of just focusing on homework. The biggest obstacle for me is spending too much time with my friends. For example, one time my friends wanted to go bowling, but I had a lot of homework to do and a paper to write. However, I realized that to improve, I have to also understand that I do not have to spend every waking moment with them. In other words, just because I miss something,

Peru is a beautiful place to visit. Several years ago, my dad was deported back to Peru, his home country. A few years ago my sister and I wanted to go and visit him in Peru. Well, on the day we had left to the airport around five in the morning, we never thought that we would be able to see him. When my sister and I got to the airport, we checked in and cleared all the security. Soon after, we said our goodbyes to our parents and we boarded the plane. The excitement was uncontainable, as if we were little kids going to a theme park. We never thought we would actually be able to go and see him in another country. A few minutes later, we were on the runway awaiting the clearance for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s jets were incredible, like driving for the first time.¬¬

The water was green and murky, with no telling which area was safe to jump into. The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.

I woke up late...it was the day after my most recent move. Therefore, it is safe to assume that I was tired and not entirely on my A-Game.

I was talking to him on my cell phone again, only this time I was standing over the smoking Weber grill in my backyard, flipping burgers and barbecued chicken breasts. Krista and I were hosting a Sunday afternoon cookout for a small group of friends who were making a fuss over Lorraine while Daniel and a group of his friends played a noisy game of tag. It was a perfect suburban scene with radiant weather to match. Bright sunlight slanted through the leafy maple trees that shaded half our lawn, reflecting the freshly mowed grass into a brilliant emerald green.

Junior year, known for being the most strenuous academically, and full of the most changes: you get your drivers license, take the dreadful SAT and ACT, and the list goes on and on. I feel I grew up immensely through the course of those few months, not only on an intellectual level, but socially as well. I have always been confident and enjoyed conversing with my peers, however, I was deathly afraid of public speaking, and February 13, 2015 I was forced to face those fears.

Andrews 1James Andrews, Formal Essay 1Mr. WrightEH 130118 May 2018I Will Go I was married to my first wife on September 11,1999. Two years later we were excited to be spending our anniversary weekend in New York City. We arrived on Thursdaymorning,and spent the entire weekend doing every touristy thing we could find. Monday night came and it was time to fly home. Our flight was delayed and nearly canceled. We finally got off the ground around 3 A.M. andwere back to work a few hours later. I was listening to the radio when I heard about a fire at the World Trade Center. It caught my attention,because I had taken several pictures of us at the towers just the day before. We all know what unfolded as the morning progressed. The news immediately

War. It is what destroyed earth as we knew it. Mostly everyone in the USA was told to go to war against Canada in 2186. Children were left as orphans. I was one of those children. I never knew my parents. Never will know who they were.

When I reminisce about springtimes passed, I think of how the evenings frost became the mornings dew that slowly dripped from their perches. I remember how the tear-shaped droplets sparkled like diamonds when the sun hit them just right. I can still hear birds singing sweet morning songs as white puffy clouds floated by lost in the vast blue skies. And who could forget how bumblebees darted from the wildflowers that colored the valley floor and scented the air with fragrant perfume.

As we were walking up on the haunted ship everything became cold. “Hello! This is the ship named Queen Mary. This ship has been here ever since the 1800s. It’s told to have over 50 ghosts being seen in the isolation room and in B105. This ship is told to be the most haunted ship ever,” said a lady in a uniform. “Woah, okay, we’re going to be ghost hunting for 3 days here.” I said. The lady's eyes widened. “What?? You guys are going to be in the suite room which has been haunted for over 100 years. I won’t stop you guys but I'm just warning you guys.”

Your breathing was labored; sweat clinging to various points on your body. You knew you had to get out, get away. But it seemed that with every turn you made, the walkers got nearer.

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