Personal Narrative: How Stacie Changed My Life

Your Honor, Sir. Breana’s proudest moment as a person is when she obtained an honor roll certificate last year. She had a hard time with understanding the teacher, but she slowly and gradually grasped the concept. Her hard work paid off as she got all A’s and B’s. Breana’s strenuous time with her school’s curriculum made her feel very angered, but she pushed herself to the limits and ended up having the joy of spectacular

I'm sorry I have not known what to say, so I have not said anything; with work and weightlifting, the time has passed by faster than I realized. Time has passed creating difficulty for me to contact you, and now there are other obstacles that may have you feeling upset with me. I don't want to let more time pass by; please forgive me.

On Monday, July 24th, 2000, at 1:28 p.m., at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise, Idaho, I, Lynzee McKay Misseldine, was born. I am the first born of two. Nothing worth writing down happened until September 3rd of 2001. That was the day my little sister, Maelie, was born. Eight days later, the 9/11 terrorist attacks happened. That is the first thing I can remember. I was holding my sister on the couch with my mom. She saw it on the news, and she called my dad. Mostly, I had a really great childhood. The biggest event in my life thus far, occurred on July 25th, 2007. My mom passed away the day after my seventh birthday. I am positive I could write a whole page about that day in particular. I could tell you about how I had slept on the floor the

My final night at French Woods Festival, the arts camp I attended for three summers, my bunk decided to stay up long past our curfew, sitting on the counselor’s bed and reminiscing about how we had spent the prior six weeks, trying not to talk about our separation the next morning. While I sat, laughed, and cried with my surrogate family that night, I was also doing something else; I sat by the dim flashlight, trying to quickly finish a friendship bracelet with a ballet shoe on it before morning came, so that I could give it to my favorite dance teacher.

It was a warm friday in the middle of June and Nora phillips just graduated. Nora is an 18 year old girl with long, silky, brown hair and bright blue eyes, a blue eyed beauty, her mother always called her when she was younger. She was tall and slim. She was considered perfect. Nora was adventurous, outgoing, creative, and loved everyone. She was said to always know how to make your day brighter. Her birthday was today, and she was about to move out from living with her parents. She loved her parents Karen and Bryce Phillips, but it was time for her to leave. She was going to college soon, and Nora was accepted into New York University. She was about to become an adult soon, and she was very excited. She had dreamed of college all her life,

A month in Atoka, Tennessee changed my life for the better. While I was at home I would be okay for a fews hours of the day, then something would set me off, and the day would go to crap. I was always getting in trouble for behavior, such as having an attitude, sassiness, and many other things. I had gotten away from God. I was also getting in trouble for bad decisions. I wasn’t really on the right path. I was hanging with the wrong crowds. The crowd that always dressed in black. They were the people who were doing drugs or that kind of bad stuff. I never did drugs. Their attitudes towards elders wasn’t the greatest; their attitudes on life weren't the greatest either. I started to get the same attitude toward my parents and life. I was having

I am now a single mother at the age of twenty three my world changed forever. On a Friday morning in March of 2009 I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Being only twenty nine weeks pregnant I went into labor eleven weeks early, I was scared to death. What in the world was I going to do with this amazing gift God had sent to me? I had no education and no stable job, much less anyone to help me or show me how to take care of another human being who would depend on me for everything. I was all alone, far from home and scared.

Hi Ms. Reese, You probably don’t remember me and to be completely honest, I couldn’t care less if you did. But it’s me, Jasmine. You had me as a student when I was in 5th grade at Whittier Elementary. I know, you’re probably wondering, Why on earth are you private messaging me?

The piercing ring of alarm went off for the last time, waking everyone up an hour later than usual. Light quickly streamed into the jet-black cabin when our chaperone turned on the small cabin’s only lamp, “Wake up girls! It’s the last day of band camp!” All the freshmen girls groaned and slowly crawled out of bed. Quietly, everyone started getting their stuff together, so they could easily leave after the performance. No one had the energy to talk in the morning because we were all worn out from the work we did the day before. Everyday we did 7 hours of marching, and 3 hours of music practice. Yesterday was the hardest we ever worked because we had to be ready for the performance.

His graduate day had been as heavenly as his dreams of his mother Alexander occasionally still had. He had graduated top of his class and gave a length speech that brought people to tears and eventually to sleep. After everyone had received their diploma, the head-town-council member had given Alexander a box with the couple thousand dollars the town had gathered for him. Not expecting anything, Alexander broke down in tears and hugged to council member.

Hearing that I would never conceive a child, left me doubting the positive news that I was finally pregnant. When I was twenty one, I had gone through a very poignant time in my life that added to the pain of being told that I was never going to bear children. I trusted I had the emotional support of my husband, we would live a life to the fullest as a childless couple. We would adopt later if the emptiness was still present. I was married at a young age, trusting that the both of us were ready for the devotion. My loyalty wasn’t enough.

Passing the mile marker of informing me that Norfolk was right around the corner, filled me with the anticipation of so much happiness, but a little bit of nervousness too. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends for the longest time. Driving down the bumpy highway, I thought back to some of my fondest memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending to have a chocolate shop with the mud from rain. As little girls, we would dress up and making singing videos, which continued well into when she drove me to school me freshmen year and we would sing and blast jams, sipping on our caramel frappuccinos. It had been almost a year since I last saw her. She had graduated from Midlothian High School the year before and was now attending Old Dominion University. It was Midlothian’s spring break and she had invited me up to visit her that first weekend off. When the car pulled up by her dorm building, she was waiting outside, wearing that same old cobalt-colored sweatshirt with stains from baking scrumptious desserts with her. We leapt into each other's’ arms. The hug was the purest form of friendship and love and it felt so great to see her. I said goodbye to my mom and walked up to Julia’s room. There was huge, Disney puzzle on the floor and I immediately sat to contribute my amazing puzzle skills. While we worked on it, we caught up on everyday girl talk - the usual dramas of the neighborhood and which boys we were talking to. We also went

As Katie walked down the street to Bella's house, her only friend, she could barely walk without twitching from excitement. She had been accepted to Harvard. For all of her high school life she had worked her tail off with the hopes of getting in. For all her high school life she had skipped hang outs and parties to study. At that moment for Katie it felt like the world's weight had finally been lifted off her shoulders.

You felt weird basking under the artificial light of the school director’s— more specifically Mari’s— office so late into the night. She’s stayed late at school her fair share of times, both for Aqours practice sessions as well as for swim club meetings. But as she watched the clock strike half-past one at night, You couldn’t help but feel as though she was present in another world. She leaned on the bookcase behind her, seated on the wooden floor.

It was a fiercely hot Saturday in June. Her friends were all having fun, hanging out in the warm weather together but as usual, Gwen Washington was studying in her room for a test. She had to end her senior year of high school with her best grades! Textbooks and pages of notes were scattered across her desk. Her room was empty and lifeless, drained of color,