Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

Friendship. This is one thing that comes easily to most, yet for others it can be an uphill battle. Alex Pfister is one of those “other people.” When I first met him, he came off as one of the most introverted people I had ever met, but I figured that after I had gotten to know him that would change. It didn’t. Many people would have decided to abort the mission to become his friend after this, but instead I just started trying harder. At first he completely ignored me, but instead of backing down I decided that I would have to take some extreme measures to accomplish my task.

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 have been a troupe 1224 member of Estancia Drama since my sophomore year of high school. As a child, I took daring acting and modeling classes. My parents had difficulty taking me to them because I hated being on stage. I felt uncomfortable and afraid of everyone judging me. As I grew up, I kept the same attitude towards the arts while my oldest brothers continued to act. They came home late from rehearsals with tired and committed faces. I never bothered to ask what rehearsals were and what they did, but when my family and I went to see them perform, their time to the program showed off. It was not my intention to take Beginning Drama my freshman year, but I was not going to pass up such a huge opportunity. As a senior, I have been in seven shows. In five of them, I was an actress and in two, I was behind the scenes working on lights and sound. The process of putting on a show has taught me more than any other extracurricular possibly can. We learn how to work with each other, a group ranging from twenty to forty students. For every show, we work fifteen hours or more a week on different

“Okay, this is an A,” she moved my hands again, pressed down, and another beautiful sound came out.

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

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.

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

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.

Ryleigh offered me a weak smile as the realisation of what was happening started to sink in. It almost feels like her hand is getting warmer, when in fact mine was just rapidly cooling by the second. I was fading. It's almost time. I didn't want to go, and I could tell by the evident pain in her face that she didn't want me to, either.

Talk with me now straight how I wanna here I put this on your thought that makes me uptime cos in the city we lived in you know how I'm holy nigger they call me saintceja cos i'm the motivator hey yo so patiently got me hanging for dough look so busy lining up getting fighting for money that's for

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!!!!”

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