Personal Narrative Essay: Tour Of An Animal Cell

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

Once a upon time, there was a lonely mitochondria named Sophia Mitochondria. Sophia Mitochondria had been alone for a while and she does not know where her parents are. She want to find her parents so she decided to talk someone to help her which is her childhood best friend, David Chloroplast. However, before she called him, she did her normal routine. She took nutrients from one of their cells, breaks it down and turn it into energy. This routine is also known as cellular respiration. After that, she call her David Chloroplast and thirty minutes later, David Chloroplast was in front of her house. David Chloroplast and Sophia Mitochondria came to Bacteria Garden which Sophia Mitochondria’s parents favorite place to go every weekend. When they

The heat rapidly increased, and once again I looked up, shuddering as with a fit of the ague. There had been a second change in the cell --and now the change was obviously in the form.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

I however, do not have experience with teaching a specific course in an accredited medical technology program, but I do have on the job experience with instructing medical laboratory technician student, second year medical students, and new employees in the field of medical technology.

On February 13, 2018 at approximately 1803 hours, I was dispatched to the Walmart located at 8701 US HWY 19 Port Richey, FL in reference to a stolen wallet. Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant / victim, Delmarie Mangual. Delmarie advised she had been shopping at the store when her light colored rectangular wallet broke off of its strap after she had checked out. She advised the wallet fell without her noticing somewhere between the registers, the general merchandise exit of the store and her vehicle.

In 1951 my grandfather first stepped foot on American soil thanks to a workers permit. As you expect before entering my grandpa was given a thorough body check where he would undress and would be checked for any diseases if found any would be sent back.

It is finally Saturday and I get to catch up on all my absent work. But the sad news is that I had to stay at my late great grandmother's house on Friday to clean the house and get it ready for rituals. But it was not that tiring, but I came home at 5:30 am. And I fell asleep and woke up at 8:00 am. Then, I got ready for breakfast and made some orange juice and toasted bread. I left my house at 10 am and I has a hectic drive. So when I was entering the freeway this man shows up and starts to honk for 4 seconds straight for no reason. I found it strange because then he changed lanes and turned on his emergency lights and was driving. But after that I arrived at 2850 S El Camino Real, San Mateo, CA 94403 at 10:34 am. I called Sergeant Jin and

As I woke up on the cold concrete floor of my cell, I could feel my eyes still heavy after what felt like 15 hours of sleep. The needle dripping with the last few drops of heroine had rolled under my bed. My bunkmate was nowhere in sight. “Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.”, I heard faintly from outside my cell. “Twenty-one.” It took me about five more minutes of laying there until a realized what was going on. I hurried outside to join the others, while still trying to be discreet. “Well look who decided to join us. Where were you Anderson, knitting us all sweaters? Or baking cookies in your mansion’s glorious kitchen?” “No, C.O. Wright”, I said. “I overslept and lost track of t…” I couldn’t finish my sentence before feeling the hard blow of his boot hitting my

School is out! I ran and zipped through the back door into my safe haven. I leaned against the deciduous tree and watched as the graceful, draped foliage of this ornamental tree flowed in the cool brisk air. I sat there for a bit taking in the scent of freshly mowed grass and wet dirt, then I jumped up with excitement. A sudden, small burst of movement caught my eye. I followed the movement and walked steadily, cautiously, and carefully so as to not startle the creature, much like a tiger stalking its prey. The creature moved its head slightly and flickered its tongue, tasting the air. I moved close, and imitating my idols, I quickly placed my thumb gently but firmly on the head of the snake and my index finger under its head and picked it

People say that siblings do not have an impact on each other, that they just fight all of the time. Well that is a lie. A sibling is a friend, family, and the one that is there when no one else might be. They are the ones that are there from the first breath, the first words, and the first steps. My brother, Donovan, is my rock. He is the one that I know that I can trust with anything. He is four years older than I am. He stands five feet and eleven inches tall. He is muscularly built with a military haircut. Usually he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Every now and then he will be in a golf shirt and khakis. He either will smell like his dog Rex or like his deodorant. His smile is one in a billion. When he talks, I hear a somewhat low voice with a hint of a country accent. He can be a bit of a smart-aleck. It seems like he constantly has to be moving. My brother is a guy that anyone would be lucky enough to know and have as their friend.

The day we found out that my grandma was battling cancer for the second time, my parents didn't want me to visit him in the condition that he was in. but finally I told them that I just need to see my grandpa and they were right, I didn't want to see him like that, they had him strapped to a hospital bed, and wouldn't let him up. You could tell my grandpa didn't want to be in there he couldn't even speak but by the way he was grabbing us in the sense of “let me leave”. I just knew this was bad. S few weeks later they sent him to a hospital home, and we went to go visit him he was doing GREAT he was walking talking eyes open and watching the Sunday night football like he usually did, cowboys were his favorite team. I was so happy for him and me that I wasn't going to lose him and I knew in my heart that he was getting better.

I had been at it since 7 o’clock in the morning, my body aching for rest. My father paid for the Ballet Lessons to teach me more discipline,

This text is a transcript of a conversation between to female friends (Andrea and Barbara). The transcript is about Andrea’s rash and she confides in Barbara about the situation.

He asked the chloroplast the way out here. The chloroplast just said, “ I have no idea.” Will you stop bugging me I’m trying to work?” “What’s your job” my brother asked. The chloroplast replied, “ I help with the photosynthesis process by providing chlorophyll. If you want to get out of here ask the mitochondria.” As my brother was on his way to the mitochondria he saw a small round structure that looked like a bean. My brother asked, “What are you and what job do you do?” “I’m a lysosome I help in the digestive activities of the cell.” My brother asked her do you know where the mitochondria? The lysosome replied, “ of course he is right over there.” My brother started to walk that way. He asked the mitochondria the way out. The mitochondria said “ I don’t know all I know is how to do my job.” “What’s your job?” my brother asked. The mitochondria replied in a deep tone, “I’m the powerhouse of the cell in which cellular respiration occurs. If you’re looking for a way out ask the endoplasmic reticulum” on with the story he went. He said when he got to the endoplasmic reticulum he was very rude. My brother asked him the way out. The endoplasmic reticulum yelled, “ I have no idea and why are you disturbing me I must get back to work.” “What exactly is your job in the cell?” my brother replied. “ I have tubes as you can see all over the cells that substances are transported through, oh if your looking for the way out you might want to ask the ribosomes.” the endoplasmic