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.

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.

First there was nothing but darkness. It felt like an endless void for one man. But as quickly as the darkness appeared, it disappeared into the light of day. The man dubbed ‘Hero’ quickly looked around the lush hills consisting of trees, rabbits, birds, squirrels and… slimes? He slowly walked over to one, still not trusting his legs, and as he drew closer the slime jumped at him. The slime impacted Hero and sent him stumbling backwards. Hero looked for something to fend off the attacker and found a copper short sword at his hip. He pulled it out of the sheath and stabbed at the slime. To his surprise the slime exploded into a pile of copper coins and a few balls of slime. Walking toward it he was surprised when the 2 objects started to float

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

Robyn took over driving for her father nearly ten miles ahead of the construction zone. The father-daughter duo was to drive on part of the interstate where the floods had washed part of it away. As the signs were blown over, they had no idea that the construction was going on. Driving along, Robyn was doing fine. She kept her father’s truck square in the lines, and her speed constant. Always loving to different types of landscape, Robyn looked out the driver side window to study the golden fields of wheat, rolling like waves in the ocean. As she looked out the clean, streak-free window, the truck was coming closer to the site of the construction

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.

Just then she got a text from my friend asking if she was going to be at the carnival. Blu replied simply with a “Yes”. She walked down the street wondering if she was going to take the shortcut across the small forest. She decided to take the shortcut, as she hoped to get there quickly.

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

The next day is the race. The whole school is the there, everyone in town is there too. It’s like a new event they created. Kevin moose looked at the solid phone in his hands and felt happy.He walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved high Atlanta with its hot, hard hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

I knew exactly where we were headed when we turned down grandma’s road. The trees zoomed by the car as we drove down the rough bumpy road. I could see Grandma’s house in the distance, the tiny tan house with green shutters, the 100’s of bird feeders throughout the yard.

Two to the left and one to the right; cars being swatted onto the rails like flies. Sluggishly roaming down the mountain, thinking this will never happen to us. Driving slow, trying not to break, we continued downhill. At times we could barely see as the wiper was no match for the snow and our chainless tires were no match for the ice. Holding my breath, our car began to slide. “We’re sliding!” screeched my little sister, Zoya. Pushing her hand off the steering wheel, I yelled at my mother “Don’t break!” Then silent and still was the car, finding ourselves in the middle of two lanes. Listening to our tired breaths turned to pants, we drove on.

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