Personal Narrative-It's Popsicle

I am a self-proclaimed chocoholic. Seeing that I adore all things chocolate, it is no surprise that my favorite Tootsie Pop flavor is chocolate. Whenever I tear off the wrapper of a chocolate Tootsie Pop, I am thrilled. They are delicious. I enjoy chocolate Tootsie Pops because they are, well, chocolate. Tootsie Pops do a wonderful job of making their products taste like chocolate. Coupled with the creamy Tootsie center, chocolate Tootsie Pops are a chocolate lover’s dream. Therefore, chocolate Tootsie Pops are my favorite

When I was younger my brother would take me with him when he went to put gas in his truck and we always went to the old Flying J in south Willard. When he went in to pay for the gas he would let me come in and get a soda and I would always get a Frostie Blue Cream Soda in a glass bottle. It is memorable because I loved riding in my brother’s truck. Looking back at the memory, I am reminded of a much simpler time before the Interstate came through, when the most stressful part of my day was waiting for my brother to come home from work. Marketers can appeal to my generations’ nostalgic feelings by using glass bottles, bringing back older sodas, or by using family relationships. A script for this consumption activity could be as such: An old

Kaely Camacho, also known as Ca”Nacho Cheese”, Is someone I was close with a cared very deeply for since my early childhood. In 8th grade, the year 2012, I lost my best friend. This time I couldn’t fix it with a simple “I’m sorry”. It wasn’t expected or even properly explained. On April 13, 2012, my 13-year-old best friend died in a car accident. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes that compared to the ocean water.

My mother screamed my name, how am i so good at guessing what's gonna happen next.

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

I weighed out 150 milliliters of potassium chlorate and presented it to my partner. She looked as frightened as the Disney corporation when Miley Cyrus performed her song "Party in the USA". "Christy... I..I.." she stuttered. "You'll do fine." I interrupted. We were being directly watched by a group of fifteen people and indirectly by a group of twenty-five. She wanted me to light the Bunsen burner, but my good thumb was jammed because of volleyball tryouts from the previous week. Instead, I offered her a smile stuffed with motivation and reassurance. Luckily, she took it and used it as energy to complete our experiment. She ignited the Bunsen burner while I scooped the crystalline solid in a tube and fixed the tube over a flame. We awaited for the potassium chlorate to liquefy and

About two years ago, my husband, my two sons and I lived in a small village, where we had our own farm that we took care of. My husband was a farmer, and we provided food that was sold to gain money. Our farm was prospering, and it did not seem like anything bad would happen. We spoke too soon. It was a tragic day; our crops wilted and died due to the dry, hot climate. With the loss of our crops, we could not make profit, so we did not have enough money to pay for our farm. In the end we lost everything. Luckily, we had enough money to rent land. This certainly was not the life I wanted for my family.

Next thing I knew, they were all glaring at me with obvious distain, supposedly of course, for I was smiling, and had not realised I was again displaying somnambulatory tourettes. Eventually, from here on out, I decided it was best to put my head down in impotence, feigning guilt, which I should've done in the first place which in turn, granted me a glimpse of Mrs King's saggy left tit making contact with the table as she leaned forward tucking herself in and, thinking the best way to get rid of those things would be to beat them using a conker attached to a

Sitting in the front seat of my bass boat casting a spinnerbait, the weather was perfect. It was about 55 degrees and sunny. After reeling in about a three-pound bass, I thought I would be ecstatic, but I wasn’t. Something just didn’t feel right, kind of like when you’re about to do something very scary and your stomach turns in nervousness. I drove back to the cabin/house and went upstairs. I knew that whatever was about to happen would permanently change my life forever.

‘’I was on my way to back to school night I was extremely nervous to meet my teacher and when I got there I heard Andrew then I turned around and…’’ One time when I was in second grade I was on my way to back to school night I went to meet my teacher her name was Ms. Pepler. She was nice at helping me put my stuff in my desk but I thought she would be meaner in the school year so when me and my mom got back in the car I said ‘’I think Ms. pepler is going to be mean this year.’’ My mom said ‘’ she seemed really nice at back to school night’’ then I said maybe you're right.’’ Now it is the first day of school and I was nervous because I thought I had a mean teacher and I didn't have any friends it was just me and my cousin. The first day of

I was not an intentionally bigoted twelve-year-old. I was raised in an affluent suburban community where the vast majority of people are white. The 100% white private nursery school which I attended was chosen by my parents largely due to its proximity to our home. My public elementary school was about 70% white as it was populated with students who resided nearby. Finally, the private middle school which I attended, located almost an hour from my home, provided me with exposure to the most diverse student body of my youth as it was comprised of about 65% Caucasian children. What each of these formative academic experiences shared in common was both that their student bodies were disproportionately Caucasian, as well as that their senior administrators

If you were to ask me why I love running the hurdles you would probably expect to hear this long story about this life changing event that happened to me which made me love running, but that’s not the case. In high school I was on the shuttle hurdle team, I wasn’t the best nor the worst, but I was the most motivated. Everyday I went to practice and pushed myself to the point were my coach would make me stop. I wasn’t motivated to be the best nor to win every race. I was motivated by the thought of going to state or even winning state.

I stared, face pressed against the glass window, leaving smeared breath marks. Trying to get my last glance at the house, but my tears making my vision blurry. I could see faint outlines of my friends waving goodbye, I knew I’d never see them again. The car was dead silent besides the sniffling and the sound of the car going over the bumpy road as we drove up the road until the house, my friends, and neighborhood were out of sight. I was born in Framingham Massachusetts and we lived there happily for years. My siblings and I had lots of friends there and we also had family close by. One day, we found out that we were moving to Sudbury, my dad’s hometown. My parents came to assent and had decided that this wasn’t the place they wanted my siblings

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.