Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

Before I begin to write, I want to apologize in advance just in case I seem a bit disorganized. I’ve wanted to write about my Grandma for awhile now and I even mentioned about doing an article on her about month or two ago on Facebook. Writing about her has been a rather difficult task, due to trying to find the right words that I know I won’t find. I’d also like to clarify that the reason I want to write is not that I want to pay tribute and write such a meaningful and touching post others can relate to, I simply want to do it for me.

Its a combo of a few things for me. First I started by downloading the app "Myfitness Pal" by underarmer (the free one of corse). There you plug in your current weight and then your goal weight, and it give you a "calorie limit" to kind of start off with. Then I did some research on healthier breakfast and lunch choices (leaving dinner to eat shit food lol but within the calorie limit). So for example I would eat oat meal for breakfast with almond milk instead of regular milk, or toast with avocado instead of a bagel with butter. I also carried that into my lunchs at work (let alone I started packing them, so that really helped). But for the first moth or so I wouldn't change my dinners, on the amount, to stay within the calorie limit, this way I could still enjoy food I wasn't willing to give up.

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

After Finals, I came back to San Pedro for the summer. You wouldn't think the place would have changed that much in a year, but it sure as hell felt like I was living in another country. Most of the guys I went to high school had moved on by then and the whole town seemed so fucking strange.

From the above vignette, it shows that the alliance between Amy and myself is one where we were building trust and developing a relationship. During our initial visit, Amy discussed her academic achievement the previous year, but, she was reluctant to discuss issues surrounding her home life that is now affecting her academics. At the beginning of this session, I realized that building an alliance with Amy will take time to develop trust.

Throughout my life, I have had drastic changes of my personality and of my image. Obviously everyone changes, but I feel my changes are a lot more unique and crucial. I definitely was not alone on this journey. My friends and family were right beside me to help guide me on the right path. Success rarely comes alone, and I am thankful that I had people on my side. Friends and family weren’t the only thing building myself. A lot of credit is due to education, teachers, and books like Hamlet, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, and Beowulf that I have read throughout my educational career.. All in all, I could not have become the man I am today without the influences and guidance I was given to help make me

I slowly take a step back. My mate takes a step forward, but then he limps and grimaces. I take another step back. He takes another step forward, and then he limps. He's still whines every time he takes a step, which is gut ranching for me. Finally after twelve steps, I can't take it anymore. I turn around, and slowly walk up to him.

On the night of Halloween, me and my friends, Alberto, Jack, Jimmy, and Aldo, were vacationing in a town called Hell town. It was supposed to be haunted but we honestly didn’t believe that. We were driving around when we drove into this forest. Aldo dared Alberto to go into the woods and stay there for 30 minutes. And of course Alberto did it. He went in at about 10:30 and didn't come out until 12:30. He came out screaming something we couldn't understand. They then realized he was screaming, “ There are clowns in there!!!!”

When people ask me who is my Michigan hero, I would say my mother. My mother is not like the others, she is a hardworking, love filling, and the most supportive person and loves me for who I am. I am not saying that other mothers are not like that, but I feel like she is special, one of a kind, and the love of my life. She put up the effort to raise a child and set other things off for me. Without my mother, I would not be who I am today.

It was 9o degrees in California as my mother was driving  me to the airport, I felt a wave of cold air. Then i saw a boy in the backseat of my moms car. I jumped, He looked about my age with blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, a plaid jacket, and the most beautiful smile you could ever see. I turned my head for a second and he was GONE.I didn’t know what it was so I tried to put it out of my head. My mom was asking me what's wrong and I said nothing because I knew if I told her she would freak out and ask me a whole bunch of questions. I got out of the car and went into the airport I saw a whole bunch of people. But they looked weird they had blood dripping out of their eyes and their clothes were ripped. I couldn't believe

It was a sunny day in the summer before my senior year and I was with two of my best friends, Dallas and Bryce. We had been gathering wood skids for our bonfire later that night. We got done around 3 in the afternoon and we had nothing to do, so we played video games for a little while. We soon became tired of playing video games, so we decided to go work on Dallas’s old 1984 Chevy pickup truck. Shortly after installing new parts, we decided to ride his dirt bike. Little did we know, this would soon result in a memory that we will never forget.

I can 't tell you how many times I 've picked up the phone wanting to call you. I miss talking to you. I miss my best friend. Yes, I can honestly say this now since I have had time to think, you really were my best friend. I told you things that I had never told anyone else. I had always felt that I could tell you what was on my mind; without judgement or feeling insecure. I miss talking openly to you more than anything. So, I thought I would write you this letter (a no filter letter) just to be sure that you actually get it. Please bare with me my writing is horrible and I haven 't written a letter in years. Eight to be exact.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside