Personal Narrative-Memoirs Of Silver Items

I replied, “yeah, let me ask my mom.” So I called my mom and asked if I could go to Greyson’s practice. She replied, yeah how are you getting home?”

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

National Honors Society is an amazing opportunity to be chosen for. By being accepted, it shows that the hard work that I have done in the classroom, and in the community have done well for not only the community but for myself as a person. Since I have started High-school, I have done many volunteer hours at my church. I have done many things such as help lead game-time for the little ones during a learning program called Awana. Awana is a program done by some churches to help raise children to love and serve God. I also help most Sundays in the sound room at church. I help to run the sound and the computer that displays the songs that we are doing that particular Sunday. I enjoy doing these things because seeing the children’s faces, enjoying

As one drives up the California coast, they will begin to notice several things. First, the general atmosphere shifts. The further north they travel from Los Angeles palms and golden beaches, the cities begin to lose their positive, sunny vibes. They go from beach villas to industrial apartments to suburban neighborhoods to run down harbor towns. The positive emotional vibrations emitted from such architecture slowly surrenders its grip on its surroundings to a grim, hopeless one. As new, booming cities fade into sleepy and ancient villages only occupied by drunken sailors and lost tourists, the traveler will soon realize they are in a much less pleasant place as where they originated their journey.

Your Honor, I request to represent myself due to the financial in ability to retain an attorney. I plead Guilty to the suspended license charge; I was not aware, and not guilty to the failure to report charge. You’re Honor on August 5th 2014, after getting off work I went to a 7/11 of Newtown Road and Lake Edward Drive. I was simply there to grab a bite to eat. Once I purchased the items, I went to my vehicle the only car in the parking lot of the 7/11 roughly around 3:00am in the morning. Once I became secured in my vehicle seat belt on and ready to head home, I look over both shoulders and rearview mirror before backing out of the parking spot I was in.

Monday- Came in continued on book work Chapter two and then went out to the lab where. I continued working on my Copper Swage Project. I pinched the end and started to braze. While I was brazing I messed up and made a mess and destroyed the project braze went all over it. The copper was burnt so I broke it down. I noticed the scrap pile and the box with pipe that needed to be broken down was over flowing. So I asked coach if he wanted me to break it down he said yes so Caleb and I started to break it down. Then I went to the Tours Recognition Gathering. Tuesday- Caleb and I continued to break all the pipe and projects. We cut it all up and put it into the bin. We didn't finish so we continued doing that into Wednesday. Wednesday- We continued

I have a good friend who is half Cuban from his dad side of the family and his grandmother is completely Cuban. Every time he speaks with his grandmother, he talks to her in her native language. It’s so wonderful to hear the conversation although I have no idea what is being said. So every once in a while Bart hosts a dinner party and this time he decided to have a few signature dishes that his grandmother has taught him to make (of course there were a few things that were modernized). We started out with a black bean salsa type with home-made corn tortilla chips, I also was able to try ropa vieja served over rice (i.e. which is a fancy way of saying shredded beef), I can say I have not tasted anything like it before. It seemed that a lot of

I carry my backpack, and it is heavy with books. I carry these books on the lives and details of the living creatures in front of me: the ants, the bugs, the worms. I carry the memories of all that time in my life spent looking at the ground, observing these tiny lives lived mostly underneath pavement. I will never be small enough to go underneath the pavement, so I carry the duty to avoid killing the creatures that can. I carry an odd feeling of kinship with arthropods. I picked it up somewhere when I was small, maybe because I liked feeling gigantic in comparison, and I never removed it, although I have gained perspective. I carry the knowledge now that I am human. Being human means inheriting a legacy of callousness and I

A bouquet to Blue Heron Books. I was gift shopping and I found myself gazing, stumped, at shelves of shiny new books. I would’ve left empty handed if not for the friendly service I received. I approached the clerk and asked for help. After a brief description of what I wanted she recommended several books. They were all relevant and I was happy with my purchase. The recipient liked the gift and I can’t imagine what else I could have gotten. I hope the clerk knows I appreciate her individual attention and genuine suggestions. She didn’t pressure me to buy books but rather helped me to find the right gift. This unaggressive manner creates a cozy atmosphere perfect for a local bookstore. If you want to support a small business I highly recommend

So much for my hunch. Carl is starting to get a little irritated with us at the moment, but as I’m standing next to him showing my phone, I saw a charred remains of a notebook in the tin box, somehow wedged itself so it was stuck, possibly forced in when Carl hastily placed those papers inside. I point over to it and ask “What is that?”. Carl, sees the charred book and shuts the tin case before I had a chance to reach into it.

I was sitting at my desk, looking around for any small detail that I thought I may have missed. Everything looked organized and the way my roommate and I wanted it to look. I looked at him and told him “this is our new home for a year”. Every upcoming college student dreams about moving day and my time was coming soon. Three weeks prior to move in day, I began organizing and preparing for what was coming, “What are the most important things I should bring”, “How much is the trip going to cost?”, all these questions began to rush towards my head at once and if it wasn’t for the help of my mom, I wouldn’t have been able to organize myself and pack for college.

In high school, my grade point average stayed at a 3.8 up until graduation where it jumped up to a 4.02 due to the college courses I had taken. My GPA gave me the opportunity to be a part of Anchor Club in high school. Anchor Club is a group of students with a 3.5 GPA or above. The requirements to stay in Anchor club not only included maintaining a high GPA, but also turning in eight to ten hours of community service a month. With my GPA being a 4.02, I had the choice of graduating with Special Distinctions or Honors. I choose Honors because it was the one to be prouder of out of the two options. Within my two years at a Community College, I have been able to maintain a 3.5 GPA. I was a member of Phi Thetta Kappa. Being a member opened the opportunity to be a

Born two days before Thanksgiving, near the great three-one-three, into a then family of three.

Everything I carry is for memories. The papers, the jewlery, the photos and thoughts, the hope. The thing I’ve carried the longest is my necklace. A thin silver chain with a small amethyst gem. It was given to me on my 16th birthday, really the day after. Right before the Christmas dance. I wear this necklace everday and only take it off when I really need to. My younger cousin comes to visit me and whenever she sees it she calls it a little star. Whenever I get nervous I just hold it and move it up and down along the chain. Of the many things I carry, this necklace is most important to me. Crammed in all the corners of my pockets are silly things, wrappers and receipts, loose change and scrap peices of paper I’m too lazy to throw away. But

The lives I would touch for my legacy would be my family and friends because those are the people that care about me and what I do. That they would help me out with anything I need. My major accomplishment would be a pro soccer player and go to Rutgers College. The other accomplishment in my life would be to get very good grades in school to get a good education.