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.

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

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

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

The gentleman opened the door for us to walk in and I was astounded by the drastic temperature difference from humid and hot, to cool and crisp air flooding my nostrils. I assumed its traditional for someone to usually follow you through such high end stores because that's what one of the men employees did. Looking around at the menacing red carpet, the cream colored walls, and animal material handbags. The signature red stripe was littered on all clothing across this boutique. It gave me pleasure walking around because the carpet was the kind that sinks a little bit when you walk on it. My sister splits up from me to check out the purses while I go to the back to look at the watches. I was terrified to touch anything because not once did I see a price tag on anything. Even looking at something too long felt like a crime. After looking at the watches I meet again with my sister on the split staircase where it introduces the colognes and perfumes. My sister collected the perfume strip made of some sort of fabric as her momento from Gucci, knowing she couldn’t afford anything the store has to offer. We head upstairs in the store, again we break away from each other and I see this rack of less organized clothes similar to the ones you’d see in Forever 21 with clothes on random hangers. I examine the clothing and ask the gentleman who is still tailing me “how much for the shirt?” I point to

As I ran down my shiny wooden staircase, I hurried to get my light blue backpack ready for school. I have a math presentation in third period that is a large portion of my grade, and I am not prepared. I decided to wear light blue, high waisted jeans that were one of my favorites, and a flowy, quarter sleeve, mint green shirt, to show that I could be considerably composed. I quickly looked through the window, and saw my best friends, Chloe and Monisha, waiting to pick me up to go the school. I darted toward my pantry to grab a granola bar, but dropped it in the process. I bent down, heard a small rip, picked up my makeshift breakfast, and thought nothing of it. I scrambled to get my things together and get into the gray suburban to go to

I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket with excitement, as if were a puppy on my bed. I looked at it’s as if was only a dream.I picked it up and felt all around it. It was even kind of big so it would last me a long time.I zipped the jacket and looked in the minor. I put my hands in my pockets. I couldn’t believe I had my very own jacket, But it didn’t feel like a normal jacket it felt like I could do anything in it.I layed it on my bed for tomorrow.

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

I looked down at the shirt- the shirt that wasn’t even mine- noticing how it swallowed my tiny frame within its creased sides and ironed wrinkles. I raised my arms to open the gym door, still observing the baggy sleeves that hung from my arm, not noticing, nor hearing the surge of little boys looping around the gym like Energizer Bunnies. When I did finally look up at the chaos surrounding me, I realized that I had absolutely no idea what I had gotten myself into.

I zipped the jacket up and down several times up and down this jacket is so awesome.I looked in the morri combed my hair and then down multiple times.¨I looked awesome.¨ The outside to purposely see if anyone saw my jacket I also did not want to play with my dog I went just incase if he did not rip the leather off. I carefully put my jacket in my closet before dinner then I raced down the stairs going to give my Mom a hug and say ¨ thank you.” Then it was time for bed and I put the jacket on one more time then put it in the closet Then I went to bed.

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.

The sun was out, the sky was blue it was beautiful day in Southern California as it usually was. My mom had just woken me up from my sweet, sweet dreaming and was now tugging my hair in an extremely painful way to get all the knots out. I dressed myself in my red and blue plaid shorts, black Tinkerbell shirt, my hot pink high tops, and my trendy rolling backpack. I ate my breakfast as I rushed out the door as I was habitually late to school. Once I got to school I ran straight towards the playground to find my fifth grade clique of friends before the bell rang for class. Ten minutes later the bell went off and the whole school froze until the whistle of the yard duty blew and everyone ran to their class lines. My teacher was taking longer than usual, so I asked my friend if she wanted to play a hand game as

I slipped my jacket back on and looked in the mirror and realized that I would look good if I combed my hair. My sleeves ran past my hands so I rolled the cuffs up, and ran down stairs and hugged my mom like there was no life left in her “Thank you!” I screamed. I sprinted outside with my new style of hair and jacket. As I was outside I tried to avoid my hungry dog, so I could show everyone how cool I was in my new slick jacket. As I sat on the fence daydreaming about my jacket, two cool kids walked over to me and invited me to hang out with there group of friends at school. At that moment, I knew my jacket held a great future for me.

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