Personal Narrative-Kisara's Emotions

At the end of the day, this new teacher sits down at her desk – for what seems like the first time that day and begins to reflect back on the

Do you have a bestfriend that feels just like a sister? My bestfriend is McKenah Kloes, her personality makes you smile everyday and we have the most crazy memories. Even know she loves to goof around she’s very intelligent.

So, most people have great memories right? Mine are marching band memories. Marching band started with my sister. My mom and my sister inspired me to do sports in the first place. It was either marching band or volleyball. Which I believe marching band was for the best. I'm working up to the things that my sister accomplished. My music has helped me develop my life, my values, and my goals.

“Hello,” the teacher said. The class echoed her monotonously. “I’m Mrs. McEversons. First we’re going to get to know each other.”

I’m Kyla Painter. Today I am doing an essay all about me and stuff I do. For example, my family, the schools I have attended, my education, interests, special talents, my opinions about the world today,and a few more things. There is a lot to know about me. Keep reading to see.

“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.

I really enjoyed this chapter and there are some dynamics that I know all too well. The family model and the complexities are something I haven’t know until more recent, at least a certain dynamic of it. I families want and expect me to be a certain way. I think about my wife and how she would try to exclude me and how she seemed happier when I was on drugs. She grew up in a family of six where the father, for the most part was absent. Lee had left for four years of Kyia’s life for reasons I never pursued and probably aren’t known, meaning that rarely does a person commit to such a change without have multiple motivators. For the most part I wasn’t a drug user throughout our marriage, my faith was extremely important to me, and still is.

The sunrise starts to make its present known through the black bandit mask of night, its yellow belly and flashes of warm reddish brown brighten the sky as the morning first light.

I am the oldest. There are four of us. Tamar, who does everything right. Avital who is always in trouble. Carmel who acts like she is two years old. And me. Everyone says we look so alike. They think we are four quiet, well behaved girls who get along great. That’s not always the case. And we are more different than you would think.

The teacher stood in his classroom, simply fixing up papers.Troy’s friends smirked towards him and only one idea popped into his head. “It was like I wasn’t thinking like I just wanted to make my friends laugh.” Troy Etchberger said shaking his head quickly.

Kema sat at her cubicle and tuned into her station and went to work recording all of Willow's thoughts. Some didn't make much sense or were complete but she enjoyed her job unlike many of her other fellow spirits. Most thought the afterlife was supposed to be a time to relax and enjoy themselves. They often complained about "this isn't what I signed up for." Kema was new to the Universe Call Center and Willow was only her second human. Her first " Aunt Mag" as she fondly called her had passed away at 92. Kema wanted a new assignment and the spirit who listened to and cared for Willow wanted to retire. After learning about Willow and all of her fascinating adventures Kema jumped at the opportunity to look after her. It had been a few months

It’s been 23 years since then, and the memory is impeccable, like a photo that remains in my mind, and everyday when I look at it, I get more answers about who I am. It took so much for me to understand my path in life, I went up and down in my life to appreciate what I had and I what I need to accomplish, but all those experiences I have gotten since then sculpted some marks that won’t change, they defined me as a person.

There are valuable experiences in each of our lives which hold a special spot in our memories. Events such as winning a baseball game, or going to prom always remain with us and the recollection of these memories appear to be crystal clear. The most cherishing and rewarding experience that I have ever done would be competing at the national level in speech and debate and it taught me a lot more than just debate.

Which memory will you value the most? The happiest one or the saddest one? No matter which memory you chose to value, you will always think about them both. The happiest memory for some people will probably something small to others, but mean the world to them. The saddest memory will always sit in the back of your mind. These memories will always affect the way you live your life. They will both bring back the emotion or emotions you felt while it was happening. They both will make you think twice about every decision. These thoughts are on the opposite ends of a spectrum and have many differences, they have many similarities.

There are certain memories that we have that we can remember like they happened yesterday. Many of those memories that have special meaning to me were of family vacations when I was young growing up with my brothers and sisters. Family memories are important to many of us because they take us back to a time or place that was special. One particular family vacation I remember vividly, and it’s a story I have shared with my kids on many occasions. Over the 40 or more years since that memorable vacation, I still smile and think how lucky I was growing up with a mother and father that did everything to give their kids an unforgettable memory.