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.

I awoke on a cool summer morning, at first I wasn't completely there but then, a chill of excitement ran down my spine as I realized my family was going camping today. I ran down stairs past the mountains of camping supplies and clothes to talk to my parents in the kitchen. They said we were leaving soon and that I should start packing all of the supplies into our trusty old Ford Expedition. After about 20 minutes of packing our SUV to the brim with all of the things we would need to survive in the wilderness for a few days, we said goodbye to our three cats and headed for Steelville Missouri.

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

That morning I woke up to the beautiful Florida sunshine shining down through my curtains. A bunch of friends, family, and I had stayed in a condo in Panama City that week. It was a week filled with smiles and laughter. Yet not knowing that those smiles would simply turn to frowns later on and the laughter to tears.

As the night became darker and darker I became more tired. My husband and I crawled into our tiny tent that we had gotten at Wal-Mart real quick because we didn’t have any other one. I was uncomfortable laying on the ground but it was worth it because I got to reconnect with a few of my best friends from high school.

It was pitch black outside. Luckily, we all brought our flashlights. We had gone into the woods for a walk and lost where our tents were. It took us more than an hour to get back to camp. Once we got back we all collapsed in our beds and fell asleep.

After we ate breakfast we went into the dorms to pack up our things. My fellow campers and I were driven to the airport where we said our goodbyes and went on our way. My flight to Dallas/ Fort Worth International airport left at 11:45. My flight was late getting to dallas which made me miss my connecting flight. Missing a flight isn't an experience I ever want to experience again, thank goodness there was another flight to Wichita in two hours. I finally made it home by 4:45, man was I glad to be home. While I was waiting for my mom to pick me up I thought about how I was a very lucky person. I hope I get to go back next

Around the age of 10, we started getting very involved with school sports. She lived in Byrdstown and found her gift which was cheering, of course mine was Basketball. As time went on, we only got to see each other at basketball games and special occasions. But, we always knew that we would be best friends forever.

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.

Over the next few days I said my goodbyes to my friends and family. I had my best friend, Stephanie, come pick me up at my apartment. I said my goodbye to my recent ex-boyfriend and I expected sadness, or maybe even relief, but instead felt indifferent towards him. Once Stephanie and I got to the airport we had our tearful goodbye. I grabbed my heavily packed bag that contained what all of my life I could fit in it and headed for the airport doors.

It all started Middle School. First day of 6th grade. The year a lot of change happened. People changed, i lost all of my elementary friends, my cousin left me, but i had also met all of my new friends. Not only that but i had also had my heart broken for the first time but, i got through it. I met Joselin and we became bestfriends and then i met all the other girls , girls i had never spoken to before and we all became close friends. But i also met this boy. Who was my first love. This may sound strange especially because i was young but up to this day i still get the same feeling from the first day i met him. Now, let me tell you how it all happened. I had first met Joselin through some other friends. We mostly started talking because we had a lot of classes together and we had lots of fun so we ended up becoming bestfriends. The way i met him was actually through joselin because he was best friends with her and i also had one class with him and we talked a lot because we had a lot in common. All three of us had lots of fun together. And soon enough i started to like him. He found out through another friend who told him. That afternoon he messaged me and i remember it pretty clear he had asked me if it was true i said that yes it was and him replying with ‘’oh, i like you too’’. it was as if in that moment my whole world had turned and i felt so many different things. We kept texting but things didn't go as planned because i mean keep in mind we were young and in a weird

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

It was a beautiful Summer 's day. Everything was just perfect. The sun was shimmering golden rays onto the smooth concrete road. We were driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to celebrate the Fourth of July. My brother Seth, who was sitting at the front along side my mum who was driving, and I had been singing old folk songs non-stop since we left the house. Mum and Dad always loved to hear us sing, they claim that it 's the only thing that makes them smile. We were one happy family.

Once we got there I was already tired because of my little legs, I couldn 't keep up. I got into the jeepney and my mom got it. The whole bus was so crowded. There were a bunch of people on there, it was scary for me because there were so big. They were people on there that would fight because they had to