Personal Narrative-Lub-Dub

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

I was born in beautiful city ludhiana and the place was full of life and wonders i spent may whole childhood there. I still remember a lot of thing that happened when i was child some memories are so bad that it seems that that it occurred few days back. one incident i remembered from my childhood is that i owned a dog named bravo, bravo was 8 year old. I have many memories with him , when bravo always knew when i am sick or not feeling well he use to come to me , rest his face on my knees an stay that way and always be my side when i am not in great place mentally. He is timid and very intelligent boy as bravo's death come uninvited and unexpected and made my life miserable. As bravo was so adorable playful, energetic and above all my best

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

Througout my academic career, I have learned as much about myself as I have learned in school, whether it be from high school, to community college, and my journey that lead me to Arizona State University. I can honestly say as my parents did, that I wish I would’ve tried harder in high school. I scraped by taking the easiest classes possible and choosing to take the easy way out. Looking at my transcript makes me cringe, because I know that I am capable of so much more. I wish that I would’ve taken the honor classes and tried so that I would’ve been able to apply to a college other than a community college. My time at Mohave Community College was a significant improvement from my experience in high school. Not only did I graduate with near honors (3.49), I had made the Dean’s list and Honors List for three out of my four semesters, the first time this had happened since middle school. I had never felt more motivated and focused in my life. I was taking 16 credits and prospering and had a balance of work, school, and a social life. I had never felt more proud of my self in my life. As I sit here and write this paper, I question my time here at ASU as I try to plan the nex chapter of my life. I wonder where I am supposed to go and what I am supposed to do.School for the first time had become a priority, however, it began to consume my life. I would spend hours and hours on end doing homework and studying, and although there seems to be nothing wrong with this, I wouldn’t go

Sue Biermert explained to our junior class that night that life is about taking risks and facing problem after problem. It was obviously not getting any easier by applying to colleges. However, this is what we all had to do in order to feel like our parents in thirty years, because our culture has forced us to be part of the system of going to some sort of university. She admitted that many of us would feel rejected, literally and emotionally, in a year from our top choice. Though, one never knows until you take that leap of faith as she quoted a popular Michael Jordan poster in our Chicago-suburban high school that reads: “I miss 100% of all the shots I don’t take.” Biermert reiterated to us that we were there that night to be part of the process, therefore we must be willing to tackle the admissions problem head on and do the best we can.

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

Collecting my belongings and putting them into my bag, I felt exhausted. I had tried my hardest but I didn’t know if my hardest was good enough for the college qualifications. Getting into college was one of the most important things to me. I dreamed all my life of getting accepted into a great college, and increasing my education to become something I love. I always strived for success in school, and I was always being complimented for my work of ethic. I believe that college is my path to a great

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

There is a certain potent quality to the transition between middle and high school; many make it through this transition. I apparently, wasn’t good enough for that transition, and I didn’t get in. I also didn’t even apply for the spot, so this not getting in thing made no sense to me on the first day. However, later on, I discovered that it mattered a lot more than I had first thought. Mostly because it basically sealed my fate for the rest of my life. Suffice to say, I am the single unluckiest person in this whole school. Unrivaled by anyone, I win the nonexistent title by a landslide every single year. And I absolutely hate it. But don’t be mistaken, it’s not that I don’t enjoy being alone, I absolutely do, it’s just that they constantly tease me for it like I actually care. And everyone should know by now that I don’t care. Aside from school, I really have no reason to unhappy. But that’s just it, I am always unhappy. And maybe that’s why the kids at school pick on me so much. Either way, life has dealt me a pretty pathetic deck of cards. And today is no different from any other day, it’s exactly the same. I wake up with a frown on my face, completely and perpetually uninterested in every little thing that I have to do that morning. I weave around my family, all bustling and happy, half-asleep and all smiles. And then I drive to school. A school surrounded by trees and fog. It was as gloomy as my mind was. And so I get out of my car. And then I go to class. And then the

My appreciation is driven by a disdain founded in my knowledge that I should have already been attending a four-year university, if it hadn’t been for the hindrance of my negligent attitude toward my schooling during my senior year of high school. But with all my different interests, it gave the opportunity to explore different options, even some I had never thought about before. A perfect example of this is the reason I am writing this essay, my application to the university of Texas A&M. And my teachers gave me first-hand experiences that I have been able to take to heart and learn from, these were lessons I could have never imagined getting for a school. All of this was provided for me without draining me financially, while also allowing me to work and gain real life experience for myself. The community college system has sufficiently prepared me for the next chapter in my life, whatever that chapter may

Once there was an island in the middle of the ocean. In the middle of that Island there was a town. It wasn’t just a town, but a huge city that loomed over one little house in the very center of that city. In that house there are a bunch of tiny robots called roobots.

“Bubby come down here, I have a game I want to play with you.” The next thing I know Gabe is sprinting down the slippery wooden steps, to hear what this game consists of. I tell him that we are going to mimic the band the Jonas Brothers, and he is all for it. We rapidly grab Mom’s wooden dining room table chairs and placed them into a staggered line. Then we travel down to Dad’s storage compartment and grab some screwdrivers and a drill. I know we are set up for success from there, I tell Gabe that I will be on drums if he will play the guitar. Seconds later He and I are going to town on the wooden chairs using the screwdrivers as drumsticks, playing numerous hit songs. Then we hear the furious footsteps of Mom. She comes storming down the

I saw the email. I had waited patiently for months and here it was. This was the moment that decided my high school career. My email from Thomas Jefferson High School was in my inbox and I could hardly wait. I’ve worked hard for the past summer and fall. I was sitting on my bed thinking if I should open it or not.

Many people have a favorite family member, one that they always spend more time with or that they are just happy to be around. Most of the time the favorite family member is a lot older, but for me, my favorite family member arrived only eighteen months ago. My one and only nephew, Braxton! The photo I chose is a simple picture of Braxton and me when I was still a senior at Georgiana high school, which would have been taken in December of last year. Braxton was exactly eight months old at the time and was just as happy as ever! He has always seen my room as his safe haven and since he had just started crawling no more than a month before this picture was taken, he would often crawl to my bedroom and sit on my shag rug in the corner of my room.

I knew that things were bad, but I didn’t realise how bad they were. All around us, men were losing their jobs, children were going hungry, and families were losing their homes, but I never thought that it could happen to us. And for a while, I didn’t realise that it had happened. When my husband, Charles, lost his job, he hid it from me for weeks. He felt that he had failed, and he was too ashamed to admit that to me. He prided himself on being able to provide for our family, and suddenly he couldn’t.