Personal Narrative: Feiolia

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

“I’ll see you soon. I’ll see you when we all live in peace and harmony. I’ll see you on the other side.” My great-grandmother, Minda, was a ninety-one year old lady from Russia who had a passion for dance and music. Minda, I called her Omi, filled any room with joy and happiness. Omi fell deaf at a very early age, which led to her family's move to America to get a stapedectomy which repairs hearing loss. Unfortunately, doctors in America were unable to save her hearing. Even though she was deaf, she still sang and danced her way through life, until the very end.

It was that time of year when we went on a trip to mexico every december we go see our family down in mexico with some other people.We go beacause we havint seen them in a very long time or we justed wanted to spend christmas or new years with the family but it sometimes can be a very long ride like 43hours in a truck with you family that sounds like fun but it was totally worth it  because when i to mexico my family has a lot of food ready for us to eat.

It became normal. I started to believe these names. If somebody called out, Tree, I would look around. In the barn scene, Kunta was getting ready to escape, and Fiddler was helping him after he was singing that lullaby. Kunta had asked Fiddler his name, his real name, and I have to admit, that moment was really emotional. Fiddler seemed to come to an understanding of how unbreaking Kunta was. I feel Kunta wasn’t built for a slave, his roots, his mindset, and his resilience wouldn’t allow it. This leads to him escaping, or trying to escape, many times. The first time he was bought by Samson, and the other times, he was caught by dogs. A very disappointing moment for me, because my nerves had built up while he was running, so when he was caught, I was extremely disappointed. It seemed to me, when he was escaping the second time, he was doing it not only for himself, but to Fiddler, and his family. Maybe even Jinna. At the end, where he was losing contact with his parents, was absolutely heartbreaking to me, because he is giving up. He was giving into his new identity, losing his

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

I regretted not stopping at that gas station at the last turn I was hungry,lost,and almost out of gas. My car was old and the radio and A.C. stopped working decades ago. I tried to take it to a repair man but he said that not only was my A.C. and radio broken but my engine was broken well this car was literally unfixable but I didn’t have enough money for a new car or to repair this piece of junk. The moon was full and the road was clear. I looked at the gas tank it was inching at zero “O god I”cried. Then in my rear view mirror I saw a giant house. So big it almost covered the moon. It gave me a chill up my spine like the house was calling to me wait for me. As I glanced in a daze at the house. My car made a sputtering noise and then abruptly stopped. My car was out of gas.

My first source is, “bmj.com.” It is an article, about a surrogate mother who lost her baby and how the parents came in contact with her. It also explains how she went to court because of losing the baby. My second source is People Magazine. The magazine tells a story of a mother who was a surrogate for her daughter's child. The mother was very supportive of the idea of a surrogate mother Sherri Dickson, told People Magazine, “‘I decided that if they needed somebody to carry their child, I would volunteer’” (qtd in Coder

Fifty years ago I got revenge on my enemy, Fortunato, for something awful that happened. In fact, his dead body is still in the catacombs of my basement. It is now time to confess what he had done to me to make me feel the way I did. It all started about fifty five years ago when I was only twenty years old. I had just met Isabella when I wasn’t paying attention, ran into her on the street, and caused her to drop everything she was carrying. I quickly apologized, grabbed all of the items I caused her to drop, and handed them back to her. At that moment our eyes met, and I asked if she wanted to have dinner with me sometime. She thought about it for a moment and agreed to meet me for dinner that night at 8:00. I couldn’t believe my luck, she had actually agreed to go on a date with me. I raced straight home to get ready, as it was already 7:00. Once I got cleaned up and ready for the date I left to go to the restaurant of her choice; I was hoping everything would end up working out.

Most of us in the family have different ways of talking to others. Kwabe, the youngest out of 8, is annoying but sometimes gets his points across. The second youngest is serena, around people she doesn’t really know or wants to be mean to, she puts on a baby voice, around people she doesn’t like she talks with a deep voice. At home she is just irritating, and she is always sassy. Oyema and I are pretty much the same, we don’t want to talk at all, well at school. It’s like right after we scramble outside of school we just talk and talk and talk. Sharese and Tiera, two of our older sisters, they are raggedy smart alecks, especially sharese. Tiera is just plane weird, but both of them curse so much it’s amazing how many curse

One dark, gloomy morning, in the fall of 2016, I faced a situation that I had always feared. Since we lived in Newhope, Arkansas, I thought nothing inadequate could ever happen there. In this particular occurrence, I was completely terrified out of my wits.

Wrapped in the history and culture of East Asia. Unaware to me, I became enthralled by the language, art and culture of East Asia.  The colors are vibrant. Catching my attention, I can’t seem to look elsewhere. It took me awhile to find my fit. My parents since I a little kid had a dream for me to become a doctor. Coming to the last stages of high school I realized that was not the right choice for me because of different amount of reasons. An exceeding amount of arguments between my parents and myself. My mom came to me and told me of a major that she said would fit me. I did not know East Asian Studies was a subject until my mom researched it. At that moment I found the career to pursue. Now Even I have to admit mothers are always right.

Mirianna was an exchange student from Germany who recently moved to Florida. She was starting her first day of school today. She had learned English in Germany and was very well spoken. The only problem is that when she got to school she stuck out like a sore thumb. She had a deep accent and everyone could clearly tell she was different. She was not used to sticking out this much. She felt uncomfortable throughout the day until a girl named Kayla came up to her at lunch and said "hi I am Kayla can I sit with you". Mirianna looked up and smiled nodding her head at the girl. "I'm Mirianna" she said to Kayla. Kayla began to ask her questions about where she was from and how different it was. Mirianna began to learn many new things from Kayla about

Meanwhile, Nick, Russ, Ron, and I was walking through a towering jungle which was our backyard. Suddenly the sprinklers turned on and the water from the sprinklers was crashing down on us, it felt like bombs coming and fly at us. When the sprinklers hit the ground we bounced up super high. We all tried to escape the water hit me and I pushed into a slimy pool of mud. I was drowning in the mud I was sucked in slowly in this gross pool of mud, the Russ tried to save me and he succeeded .

As we arrived on the BEAUTIFUL island, We were all in ahhhh.To get on the beach there was a very scary creaky and wooden bridge about a foot wide. The driver was helping us off like it was no big deal, but to us, if something fell, it would be the worst day. As I walked along the bridge, it was creaking. I thought i was going to drop my phone or anything I had in

Days later when I went into town it was deserted like a ghost town. An hour went by as I arrived at the port where a pirate ship was docked. Not wanting to deal with pirates I decided to leave to the forest. Yet as I near the edge of town there was a little girl holding a bag running from pirates, but then tripped on a rock.