Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

My parents were down the street at my aunt’s house and said that I could have some people over, so that’s exactly what I did. Around eleven girls had came over and we spent the night dancing and singing loudly every word to songs that were overplayed on the radio but still so catchy. When other houses started to shut off their lights, the street lamps went on and our feet were too sore to be used anymore, we lowered the music, all sat around and gossiped—of course because that’s what girls do best. When the night had ended and almost everyone was gone, me and a couple others were so hungry that we were listening to our stomachs grumble, it was as if they were talking to each other about how they needed food. My parents offered to drive us to the Rainbow Diner where I got my favorite dish, french toast and chocolate

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.

It was a warm April day with clouds hanging and storms on the horizon. School had just gotten out, and everybody was rushing home so they could start their weekend plans. For most people that included prom, but me and my friends had different plans, which included going out to eat on Friday night. On the way to the restaurant, me and Sara were talking about how my excitement was building in anticipation of receiving my drivers license and talking about our difficult homework.

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.

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.

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!!!!”

Throughout my entire life my mom has shaped who I am as an individual and how I act and how I treat other people. Ever since I was a baby in diapers I can remember my mom being the person who always tell me right and wrong. I feel like my mom has high expectations of everything I do and how I act, but I think that is a good thing. She just wants me to be a good person, what is best for me and I really think that defines her character. Somebody who always wants to do the best thing and tries to make the best of every situation.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.

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