Personal Narrative Essay: Why Did It Happened?

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

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.

I slowly cut the heart out of the folded paper and held it up to the light. The edges were jagged and uneven; I tossed it in my growing pile of scrap paper. My hands were stained with marker and my hair was covered in glitter. It was bedtime and I was not even halfway done with the valentines for my third-grade class. I wanted my cards to look great- better than store-bought. I was so frustrated that tears welled in my eyes. The next morning, defeated, I went to CVS with my mom to buy cards. Everyone liked the Kit-Kat bars taped to the backs.

I grew up in a family that grew up in Agoura Hills, my mom, two uncles, aunt, and brother all went to Agoura High School and my grandpa is really involved in the community with the high school football team, AYSO, and pony league baseball. My brother is two grades above me and I had all of his teachers throughout elementary and middle school, even now i have some of his old art teachers. I was constantly referred to as his little sister and i really struggled with identity issues because of that. As much as I love art I couldn't really enjoy it because I felt pressured into it and I knew i would never be as good as my brother, as one of his ceramics teachers put it, “he is one of the top 1% of artists to come through this school.” I was so tired of always just being someone's daughter or niece or granddaughter and sister. I wanted to establish a place for me and be myself and sports medicine ended up being the answer to that.

So I went down to the barn and saddled that horse right up. I should have known not to just jump on this big horse. He was acting very agitated throwing his head. Stomping his feet all over the place. I ignored all signs of turmoil and jumped on. When I got on I expected everything. But, nothing happened he just stood there like a perfectly tame horse. So I let my guard down loosened up my

I believe that when people come together, it’s a beautiful thing. And when someone who can’t do something tries to do it and everyone else helps, that is a great moment.

The spiraling leather football was flying at me, the crowd frozen with fear. My feet left the hard, cold ground and my hand reached up. I felt like a bull had just charged into my stomach as someone threw themselves into me, I started falling to the ground. I looked to the left while falling and made eye contact with me dad, he nodded and I looked back up with excitement flooding my body. I shot my left hand up and felt the soft leather ball rest in my hand, I grasped it with all my might and felt the grass against my feet as I landed hard against the ground and started running to the end zone. I was running so fast my feet were on fire. I dove right onto the colored grass. The silence broke with my team barbarically yelling. I looked around as my team lifted cheerfully me off my feet, my family was looking right at me, I was on my way to the NFL, my dream. WE had won the high school championships. The crowd joyfully chanting my name "Alex! Alex! Alex!"

During my searches for colleges to attend following my senior year of high school, WLC had come as a high recommendation from my older sister, Lauren, a current undergrad student at WLC.  At the time, I was looking to go into Digital Media as my major, though things have now changed.  At the time of my initial visit and admissions process I was quite impressed with the school and found it to be in my top 3.  I've been in the Lutheran church my whole life (WELS while in New York and LCMS after moving to Wisconsin) as well as attending private Lutheran school from grade school through high school, so it seemed like a natural continuation.  I loved the campus, small class size, and the general vibe I got from the visit.  However, at the time wanting to go into Media, I felt less enthusiastic about the

As a Lieutenant in the Northfield Village Fire Department I was responsible to respond to and supervise fire suppression and medical emergency duties by evaluating situations, supervising and coordinating operations, ensuring personnel safety, coordinating emergency incident response, conducting overhaul operations to minimize smoke and fire damage, determining cause. During emergency and training operations I worked closely with other department coordinating emergency operations using the incident command system. I was also responsible for preparing and provide training classes for station personnel, completing fire and EMS reports, preparing correspondence and maintaining personnel records.

It was the day after Christmas of 2011, my dad and I were driving out to the horse barn I had ridden at for a few years. My trainer had just bought a horse from a horse trader and we were off to see if this horse was the one I would make memories with. Of course every nine year old, like myself at the time, thinks that the “one” is every horse they ever see. I walked down to the barn and noticed in the first stall nearest to the door, was the

The first day I tried to put them on a holter and they were kicking and fight so I let them get calmed down them I would try. The next day I wake up to the roar of two hungry steers so I get up and go out and smelled the sweet smell of the feed when I’m pouring it into the bucket. I got in the pen with the steers and they walked up to me.

Ten years ago I was celebrating my 49th birthday and on the verge of a life changing decade. After months of mammograms, tests, and biopsies, I heard the dreaded three words "you have cancer". You know that cliché movie scene where the character is sucked to the ceiling and watches the doctor from above and all she hears is a muted "blah, blah, blah"? That was my reality. I lived in what felt like a dream state for several years after hearing those words. One cannot be and will not ever be the same after a cancer diagnosis, in particular after your two favorite body parts are cut from your body. Fast forward to today, my 59th birthday and after many surgeries and procedures, I am living my "new normal". After my deconstruction and reconstruction, many

Seth Reece is strange man. He has no friends and his sister is the only person from his family that is still alive. His parents died when he was seventeen in a airplane crash and left Seth and his sister Tia to live with each other. They live in an old, dumpy run down apartment complex in, Dallas Texas. One day Seth was walking down East Main St. to go get a big Mac from Mcdonald's when he realized he had no money. He called his sister and asked her if he could borrow money when she told him she had no money and that she had just got fired from her job at the food market. When he got back to his apartment there was a note on the door, the note said that they had not paid rent for the last two months so they were going to be kicked out

“Mouad; you better take care of your brother, I’m going to do shopping and I’ll come back in about 2 hours”, Ordered Mother. I was still sleepy like a man who hasn’t been one night sober, scratching my scalp since my hair was long and oily. I still remember one of my classmates calling me snow head towards the end of term 4 since I was shattering dandruff all over the carpet in my classroom. I then ate Nesquick cereal and had a moment of clarity to decide on what to do today. My brother then pursued to start watching Toy Review channels on Youtube which I believe does nothing but make little children spoiled, like brain washing children in Sierra-Leone to fight in the local militia. He then put the volume on the television to 62%, the reviewer

The day was beautiful and warm, and nothing seemed wrong, except that I was running late to school, leaving me no choice but to push gas pedal a bit stronger. That’s when I look behind me and see a car patrol flashing its lights behind me. My mind told me to keep going, but the end, I bailed out and decided to pull my nice Mercedes Benz to the side. The worst was yet to come as the cop opened his door and made his way towards me.