Personal Narrative Essay : Who Am I?

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

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

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

It has also brought me closer together with my family and friends through support, kindness, and conversation. Being in the outdoors and participating in hiking has also molded my character. It has taught me to be focused, driven, and dedicated; not just during a hike, but during anytime in life that I may be pursuing a dream or goal. I feel very blessed to have grown up in a family who has created many pleasant memories in the wilderness. Hiking is a lifestyle for me now and it’s taught me so many important life lessons without me even noticing. I’m glad I’ve had so many wonderful experiences in nature and I know that I will continue this tradition with my father for many years to come, because there’s still many more miles to go and more adventures to chase

“Beep beep beep” My alarm sounds startling me. I reach for my phone to turn off this horrid noise. It takes all my willpower to not press snooze and just roll over. Then I remember that I am going to Florida today. I excitedly jump out of bed and start to get ready. I step onto the cold tile flooring of my bathroom. I reach the toothpaste and the minty flavor soon fills my mouth, leaving me fresh breath. Next I head into my room to change out of my pajamas.

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.

“You're Mexican?” Is the question that has been etched in my brain from a young age. As a person of Mexican descent and little resemblance to stereotypical appearances of brown eyes, short, and black hair, this is the hurtful response to my answer for the question,”,What ethnicity are you?” Unfortunately, the assertion that I am Mexican is something that I have had to defend throughout my entire life. In defense of this part of my identity, I write this essay.

I define myself as a weak writer in certain areas, but have great ideas that I can use to express in my writing. The areas that I struggle with is my grammar, spelling, lackluster work usage, and the introduction paragraph. I have great ideas that I can write it is just that I am not very lucid with grammar structure. During my school years in Nevada, I fell behind in my English skills, because they rarely taught me these skills that I have learn at Creekview. So this why I have fallen behind in English. The adjectives that I would describe my writing style is reprehensible, and lackluster. My writing is reprehensible, because of the lack of strength, and complex sentences. Also, it becomes lackluster, because of my dull choice of word usage.

The score was 40-30, last point of the tie-breaker set. This was everything I had been training so hard for, everything I looked forward to, everything that would make me happy. As I stood across the court holding my racket out waiting for my opponent to serve the ball, my legs struggled to maintain themselves straight. The racket grip felt like it would slip from my hands as the sweat dripped down my arms and hands.

Where I want to start telling is the day I broke the family. It was christmas, the happiest time of the year for a teenager, receiving presents -or money- from anyone and everyone. We were at dinner when all D.B could talk about was his crumby book, it’s nice and all but just because he has money doesn’t mean he has to talk about ALL the goddamn time. Tonight I wanted to go to the hamburger joint for dinner tonight but of course D.B wanted to go to this fancy new restaurant so that’s where we ended up going. D.B always gets what he wants, ever since he was a child, he was the kind of kid that every parent and teacher loved, he was so intelligent and courteous and compassionate UGH! What a brown noser. I could not stand to listen to one more minute of my brother D.B’s goddamn successes and accomplishments, blah blah blah, so he wrote a book, a book about a stupid kid and his goldfish, for that he makes money? Any dummy could do that. Half

In high school how I approached essays is different from how I write essays now that I’m in college. I was a lot more carefree about essays when I was in high school, and I never gave them much thought. I give a lot more thought about essays that I write now that I am in college. Since I changed how I write essays, I am able to write better-developed essays, in my opinion. How I write essays changed, from when I was in high school from now that I’m in college, in more ways than one.

This last Monday and friend of mine showed me a video clip she took with her

For me its difficult for a certain agent that is on my team. Lets call him Juan. I first met him in the TWC training class. He seemed arrogant and a know it all in class. He made it seem like any female was beneath him but yet I still tried to be the nice person and get a long with everyone in the class because I was trying to go into management. I still tended to give him the cold shoulder even though he would try to flirt or maybe his attempt to be nice he would always bring me jumbo pixie stix because I had an odd obsession with them.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.