Personal Narrative: Every Spring Break

“I sat down next to my brother, Dan, on the couch and got on my laptop. He started to look at my laptop and asked what I was doing with a smirk on his face. It was obvious that he knew what I was doing so I ignored him. My homework was to type a 5 paragraph essay on what we did over the summer. As I began to write, my laptop started to glitch. It kept happening over and over as I continued to type.

Since the start of the semster I have learned many different things about myself and how I can become a better student all around. Summer classes can fly by fast and doesn’t feel like a real semester. That it is just to get credit and move on to the next semester. That was not the case for me this summer semester because I needed to think about the rest of my college career. This summer semester is my first one coming back from academic suspension and I took last semester at South Plains College and Tarrant County College. I did really well making a 3.00 GPA overall and am most likely going to make a 3.5 this semester. This will be a huge boost to my overall GPA. The point is am at the point where I am ready to graduate and will try my hardest to get the best grades I can. I really just changed my mindset towards college and the way I prepare for tests and studying.

During the spring break of 2015, my brother who was 10 at the time of the traumatic event, had a grand mal seizure at 8:21 in the morning. When I saw him having the seizure I sat in the recliner and felt completely and utterly useless. As his older brother it was extremely traumatic for me because I couldn’t help him and I just sat there feeling as if it was my fault that this happened. All I could do was just watch him shake and writhe on the couch. We were staying at my grandparents’ house and my grandma had dealt with a child that had seizures. So my grandma told us we would wait fifteen minutes and if he didn’t come to his senses we would call the paramedics. Well low and behold he didn’t come out of it so we called 911 and we waited for

When we came back from spring break i was on the baseball team this is a big surprise because surprise because i am bad at the game. When our first practice came around we were talking about fundamentals of the game. When i was listening i was confused because he wasn't making sense nor was he giving us the right information. One example is when you dip you shoulder and hit a pop up you dip your back shoulder and he said you dip your front shoulder.

I first worked for Summer at Saints last year, as a volunteer unsure of what this experience would entail. Between the first drop-off and the final pick-up, I was quickly impressed, and to some extent intimidated, by its ability to transform. The timid became unafraid, the wild became calm and the rancorous became kind. The experiences of being a volunteer, and seeing these children mature, even in the smallest ways, has been the most rewarding experience at Summer at Saints.

I have always been the type of kid who was too scared to have a party, or have people come over while my parents were at work. Ok, so i take that back one night while my parents were asleep i invited a guy over. But over the summer I had too many chores to do to even worry about having people over, and plus i was too scared of how much trouble i would get into with my mom and step dad.

I remember cooling on the block, with just a couple of my goons. We was smoking till we choked and looking for a wave. This was the first day of spring break. The previous day my cousin was telling me about how he had a hoe who was cool with the oppositions. I wasn’t really worried about it, but little did I know she was going to come in handy later on. It was just one of them days we was looking to drill something. This particular opposition was one me and the set had problems with for years now. There were many recent altercations with him. His name was Malachi, his hood name was Flash Petty, but we just called him Petty.

Hey guys Artisy here how are all of you doing? I hope well. So I know this chapter is late, but I needed some time for family issues that are going, on, for me and my EOG is next week, so I've been really busy, but dont worry summer is coming soon, so more chapters yay, and hopeful I'll be able to finish one of my books during the summer because I have, so many story ideas, and ones that are in progress, but enough about that let's get onto the story, and please comment what you think about what happens in the chapter.

Who am I? What makes me unique? What makes me special? As simple as these questions are, why are they so impossible to answer? Am I the star pitcher on the varsity baseball team? Or am I valedictorian at a prestigious school where competition levels are at an all time high? Or am I the high school dropout who couldn’t care less where I end up? I am none of these things. I am myself. I am me. My anthology is me.

For Spring Break 2018, I went with my boyfriend’s family to Grand Rapids, Michigan. My boyfriend’s name is Dalton and he is tall with dark hair. In his family, he has a little brother that is 10 years old (Kody), and his mom (Kelli) and dad (Bill). We went to Michigan, because Dalton’s dad had to go for work. Dalton’s dad’s name is Bill, and he works on huge machinery, like what they use at SDI.

It's been a very busy summer so far. At the end of July, we returned from 23 days in Germany and Scotland.

Spring break was very interesting for me. Two weeks can change people a whole lot.

Over break I went down to South Carolina. I went with my mom, my dad and my sister. We had to leave our cat at home because cats don’t really like……. 11 hour drives and being in new places. My grandmother got a cat while we went to see other family in Georgia. The second day of being in her house the cat ran and hid underneath the fireplace (yes I am not joking under the fireplace. Eventually she came out. She ran and hid under the fireplace because of the Vacuum Monster and/or because the Christmas tree fell (accidentally I have no clue how it happened) and scared her. For the rest of our time in South Carolina (about 1 day and a half after our Georgia trip) she hid and came out very little. After we left she came out more and is now very

As a 7th grader in middle school, I was put into a situation where I became really good friends with people of a different nationality. Over Winter Break, a family from Japan moved into my neighborhood and just so happened that the house they were moving into was directly across the street from mine. As time progressed I began to see him outside playing baseball, a popular sport in Japan, with his dad and brother. One day I felt that I should go introduce myself to them, so I walked over and had a good conversation. All children in Japan take english classes which helps them become quite fluent. Of the two boys, one was a 7th grader, Shogo, and the other was a 5th grader, Gota. I quickly became friends with them and learned to respect

Over Christmas break, I was invited to go to a friend’s house. I got the invite pretty late in the evening, but I still wanted to go. I still live with my parent’s, so that was where I was staying over break. Ever since I turned 18, I don’t really have to tell my mom where I am going or when I’ll be back, but I usually mention it to her, so she won’t be worried about me. When I decided to go over to my friend’s house, my mom was already asleep, granted it was not that late at night. I did not want to wake her up, so I just left without her knowledge. I thought that I was being thoughtful by not waking her up, but I decided to send her a text message for her to see when she woke up, so she wouldn’t be worried or wonder where I was. I woke up at my friend’s house to my mom calling me. When I answered,