Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

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.

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.

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 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

My good friend Renee, after several years of enduring a marriage that was barely limping by, was finally getting a divorce. To celebrate this momentous occasion, I decided that we were going out to toast her newfound freedom after eight long years of marriage. Wanting to join in on her celebration, I asked Billy to be the DD for the night. This was something quite unusual since I was always the DD, but he happily agreed and we hit the town.

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.

On weekends in the castle, one can get their meals from Friday supper through Sunday dinner basically anywhere as long as the palace cooks are told by Friday evening. So many people from the city and surrounding villages work in the castle or on the grounds during the week and go to their homes for the weekend so it usually leaves very few people around.

As I enter the small apartment I call my home, I expect to see my best friend waiting. I lock the cold, silvery lock and start talking to my mom. This was the second time I had actually felt like I lost a part of me. Fourth grade brought some tough times, I had one true friend who died a couple weeks later. He would listen but not answer, hate but not fight, and love without showing it. I will always remember the best friend a person could ever have…

Rachel is my best friend. We have been friends since the third grade, and she knows me the best. We’re like two peas in a pod. (simile) She told me earlier today that she had a huge surprise for me. I was excited. She just texted me telling me she was on her way over. I have no idea what she could be getting me. My birthday was coming up so I assumed it was an early birthday present. I saw her car pull up in the driveway. Rachel gets out of her car. She begins to walk up to the door and with each of their steps, I get more and more anxious. My mom comes downstairs with a suitcase.

I Threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were Andrew Garfield who would become my best friend. I couldn 't look away, I wanted to scream. The jacket would be my new best friend. The leather black and silver studs, the belts, and best of all being popular. This jacket is no ordinary jacket, this is my jacket.