Personal Narrative: My Favorite Things To Keep Tracking

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

This universe is so vast, diverse, and complex that makes it hard to think that we are truly alone out here. There are more than 100 billion billion earth-like planets, which makes about a hundred earth-like planets for every grain of sand in the world (Urban)! But if that’s the case, why haven’t we encountered any extraterrestrial beings? It’s strange how the possibility is off the charts, but because we’ve got nothing so far, we’re not even sure if they exist. So… where is everybody?

When it comes to my passion most don’t understand it the way I do. For the past three years my passion has been lacrosse. Since I was a freshman at Sandalwood High School my interests for the sport have grown and my devotion and commitment have reached new limits. Most people don’t understand lacrosse, they just know that it is a sport “with sticks and stuff”, and while I don’t take offense to ignorance; sharing my passion with others is never a burden. Lacrosse is one of the biggest parts of my life as of now and I believe it will continue to be for many years to come, but there’s more to the sport than most people know. Lacrosse has a history behind it older than any other sport in America, as well as the fact that as of now,

When I was in seventh grade I fell in love. Not with a person, but a sport. I fell in love with track. I enjoyed the workouts, the races, the team, the events, the meets, but most of all I had found a passion for sprinting. I worked everyday during practice to prepare for the meets. I pushed myself as hard as I could and never gave up. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was mad for the feeling of your lungs bursting for air and your legs burning with pain. The long, exhausting workouts, the freezing practices, and the crazy memories you can make. There was nothing about it that I found unlikeable. Track was consuming my thoughts, I couldn’t stop. I was in love with it in every single way.

One response would be to return the responsibility to the Christina to empower her, but I would also compliment her for the gesture though. I would respond by saying “It is nice of you to paint me a picture. You can paint anything you want to.” This statement empowering her to make the decision, but it also shows appreciation. Another response would be to restate what she is saying which also helps with empowering her (2009). This can be done by saying “You are painting a picture and you want me to decide what you should paint.” The response of tracking could also be used to empower her by restating what she is painting before she asked us what we wanted her to do; also, it could act as redirecting her to continue painting. For instance, “You

In this project, I collected and shot twenty of my personal objects, some of them carries my past, some of them are related to my life.

I have been figuring out piece by piece how my page will look when it is finished. I was somewhat frustrated by trying to add separate pages to my main page, but I figured it out.

I carry my backpack, and it is heavy with books. I carry these books on the lives and details of the living creatures in front of me: the ants, the bugs, the worms. I carry the memories of all that time in my life spent looking at the ground, observing these tiny lives lived mostly underneath pavement. I will never be small enough to go underneath the pavement, so I carry the duty to avoid killing the creatures that can. I carry an odd feeling of kinship with arthropods. I picked it up somewhere when I was small, maybe because I liked feeling gigantic in comparison, and I never removed it, although I have gained perspective. I carry the knowledge now that I am human. Being human means inheriting a legacy of callousness and I

I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah and have lived most of my life there. It was the fifty’s and like most girls my age, my dreams were of growing up to be a wife and mother. I started cooking at my mother’s side from a very young age and realized this was something that I truly enjoyed doing. As the years went by and I gained experience, I discovered that I have a gift for creating and enhancing recipes and that I could change recipes and make them into whatever I wanted. That began my journey to create and develop the recipes for Morsels from Heaven, along with the ones I learned at my mother’s side as a child.

This weekend I was swamped with assignments ,and this paper was just another item to check off of my “To-Do List”. Honestly, I had not even started on my summer reading, but I was glad I finally did. I knew we had to read about 25 essays which did not excite me ,but I had no clue how amazing they were going to be. Reading through them, I was amazed by how inspiring they were ,yet I could not see how Mrs. Tenison expected me to compete with such great essays. I thought... I am only eighteen, I do not have some vast wisdom about life... I do not have a life changing experience that I could write about.... and I certainly do not know who I am or what I believe. I sat in my bed and kept asking myself “What beliefs do I live by?”, “How do I see

Watching her coffin sink into the abyss beneath my feet sent me into hysterics. Tears streamed down my face like a ferocious river escaping a dam. I’d come to the realization that I had never lived my life without her. What would I do? It is obvious to me now that I inadvertently disrupted the entire service with my loud sobbing, but in that moment of time, it was the only thing I could do.

When I was in third grade my teacher assigned us to write a book titled “All About Me” and just about every word was spelled incorrectly. I remember my teacher reading it and asking what word I was trying to spell out and I got upset. I felt like I could not spell anything I was trying to write, put things into the right words, or into the correct order. However, in seventh grade my writing changed when my English teacher assigned us a paper to write about a book the class was assigned to read. My writing had improved, but still had its problems. My English teacher always told me that there is no such thing as a perfect paper. After he read my rough draft, he handed it back to me and there were red marks all over it, so I went home and fixed

When I hear the phrase capturing life I automatically think all about people. Specifically the time spent with the people around you. I hold the belief that every day that is spent on this earth is another day to spend with your friends and loved ones. Furthermore; I also believe this photo I chose fully captures that my reason is that when I saw my best friend, and her sister on the couch I reminded of all the beautiful moments just like that I had with her and my own family. I probably captured moments everyday filled with these relationships however, I never thought anything of it until this Essay. Every time you take a photo of a person you’re preserving them in a certain moment of their life. So each photo, even if it’s insignificant,

I found my objects in a variety of locations around town. The first object I discovered was number 16, the hand sanitizer. I was walking across the school parking lot when I noticed the bottle in front of me and immediately thought of my project. The next object was found later that day while I was dropping my sister off at Starbucks. Lying in front of me was a Coors Light beer can that had been run over multiple times. The next object was found while I went on a walk with my dad around his neighborhood to hunt for discarded objects. This area is kept in pristine condition, so it was difficult to locate any objects. However, we did find a piece of a shingle near a house that was being worked on. We spent about twenty minutes walking around and bonding on this trash hunt.

I go through life wanting to make an impact on not just my life but on others as well. There are many opportunities to help out someone in need, but there is always an excuse to not help out. For me there is no excuse not to assist a person in need. I enjoy aiding others that are not in a great situation. I guess you can just call me the hero that Madison deserves. I believe that the characteristic about me that goes unnoticed is my thoughtfulness because I seek enjoyment out of helping others, and being able to see the expression on someone’s face is a good enough reward to me.