Personal Narrative Essay: Who's Losing Control?

“Fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous.” Rainsford is an experienced hunter who fell off a yacht, and swam to a nearby Ship Trap Island. Once he got on the island, he found shelter with a deadly General Zaroff. Great fear was then sparked in Rainsford when Zaroff forced him to be hunted in a three-day long game. Thus, Rainsford will most likely never hunt again after suffering through the damaging trauma of the game.

Nobody expects to get cancer. You just see it happen around you, and never think twice about it coming into your life. Until it does. In October 2016 my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had it before the previous winter and there was only a 5% chance of it coming back. And when it did, I was devastated. My mom is a very joyful person, she always sees the good in the bad. The hope in the hopeless. The Light in the dark. But this time around

When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

“Life is like a baseball game. When you think a fastball is coming, you gotta be ready to hit the curve.” -Unknown. Baseball is a game, one that is not timed, one that is not rushed either, but is only allowed twenty-seven outs. For some it means everything to them, for some the opposite. Even though it is just a game, the characteristics and necessities that come along with it, is what people don’t understand. Baseball can teach individuals, all ages, the tools they need to help themselves, schooling and their future. Within this comes the aspects of teamwork, self-confidence, and the importance of family.

So I started to read again I wish I started to read more during spring break but unfortunately I kept putting it off. So what I have read today is starting to get a little crazy. I read that Nick was again questioned by the police. He tries to convince them its other people but the evidence is pointing to him now. The police figured out that the living room area was staged. They also found a lot of blood that was wiped up previously was in fact Amy’s. Then after they had a candle ceremony for Amy. That turned out to be crazy because Noelle started to accuse Nick of murdering Amy in front of everyone. Then a big thing was revealed Amy was pregnant and of course Nick was surprised. Then now Andie is mad at him because she too found out that Amy was pregnant. There was a test to confirm that she was. So Nick decides to go get a lawyer. He finds one of the best lawyers there is and he advised Nick to stop talking to the police when he is not around, to make good with Amy’s parents to have their support, and also to end it with Andie. I left off at the part when Nick figures out Amy’s

Note: I had the pleasure to sit down with Nikolai and discuss his new mixtape TiedDown. Quotes from the interview are spread throughout this review.

After my mother's head was blown off, her body axed nearly in two, people in Kinnakee wondered whether she'd been a whore. At first they wondered, then they assumed, then it became a loose jingle of fact. Cars had been seen at the house at strange times of night, people said. She looked at men the way a whore would. In these situations, Vern Evelee always remarked that she should have sold her planted in '83, as if that was proof she was prostituting herself.

“No one can prepare a woman for the confusion of feelings that accompanies a breast cancer diagnosis. In one sense, women lose their entire identity as they make changes necessary to live with this disease. One of the realities of dealing with cancer is the grief process. According to Dr. Michael Fitzpatrick, “You cannot short-circuit the grief process. It’s

After a while of sitting in my grandparents living room mindlessly playing with my toys I decided to get up. I walked towards the commotion going on in the small hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen. The gathering of people consisted of my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma. Curious about what was going on I walked over to the group. I reached my mom and looked up to see that her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying. I looked over to my dad and his face, like everyone else's, was grim. During this time I kept hearing one repeating word, cancer. I started to listen more closely to the conversation going on around me because even at the age of seven I knew that cancer was bad news. I listened intently and heard my mom explain how she had colon cancer.

After practice was over james stayed to shoot some post practice shots. James was five foot eleven and was hundred forty pounds. That night he had a huge paper due tommorow for social studies but didn't feel like doing it since he already had a failing grade in the class. That day he ended up not being able to practice since his grades weren't good enough. Mr sherman said

I cannot describe what I felt when my mom told me she had cancer. I was sad, I was scared; I did not even know if I felt anything. My mom, however, stayed positive and hopeful while I stayed quiet and seemingly apathetic. There was an obvious ironic contrast between the emotional state of me and the woman who actually had cancer.

Over the summer my family had decided to look at getting a dog. The only problem was finding out the right dog for our home and family. My sisters attempted to convince my dad that a teddy bear was the best option. Lack of research and interest was shown so my dad did not think we were being serious. I had some time off work a few days so I did an online test called Meet Your New Best Friend on the American Kennel Club website. The test asked questions about how many people were in you’re home and how big your house was. The answers gave results to what dog best fit your answers. It gave 5 best solutions and then about 20 other breeds that would work as well. After doing the test multiple times I came across the shiba inu breed. I was on

hate quitters, I can't stand them, and hate is a strong word, but when someone quits I feel a disgust from deep within, comparable to the digestion of 10,000 cockroaches. When you give up on something, you're giving up on the world. Imagine if everyone decided to give up when things became difficult. We wouldn't even have a society built to disgrace it with present day apathy. I can't stand quitters, nor can I relate to them. I have never given up because despite all odds against my being, I persevered regardless. Everyone shall prosper in time, but if we surrender before that time even comes into fruition, we will never understand the concept of raw consistency.

I was thirteen years old the first time I was offered a “study drug” in school. After complaining to a friend about how much work we had and how difficult I found it to concentrate, she pulled me aside and offered to give me some of her Adderall. “I’ve been using it for about a year, trust me” she said with a childish grin on her face. It might have been because I had a sheltered childhood, but I had no idea what she was talking about, I didn’t even know what adderall was at the time. I stared back at her and asked her what she was talking about, to which she responded: “It’s a pill makes you do better in school”. I was interested. Could there really be such a thing? It sounded impossible, but

It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.