Personal Narrative: My G. P. R.

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

The one thing I want to improve this year is my gpa. I want to improve my gpa because I want to make my parents proud. I am also doing it because I can bring it up. And if I keep a good gpa I will be able to keep my honors class and be able to get AP class. The major reason is because if I have a good gpa I will be able to go to college. I am also doing it because I want to better myself. The final reason why I want a good gpa is because I want to graduate with honors. Also because if I move it will be easier to get in a better

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

My GPR is currently a 3.191. I believe that my GPR is okay but it could be better. As long as my GPR doesn't drop I'm fine with it. Of course I wish it was higher but I know that I am actually trying. The ultimate goal would be a 4.0 but I'm a logical thinker and don't believe that I will have that by graduation but that doesn't mean that i wont be trying to make it better. To improve I would need to make above an 85 in all my classes which i plan to do. By my senior year I hope to have a 3.4 at least.

You can do this by studying. It may be hard to focus, but it is very important that you prepare for your tests and quizzes. With the new percentage grading system, these scores will largely contribute to your overall grade. Your grades can improve dramatically just by studying what you have learned for just a few minutes each night.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

Have you ever just wanted to accomplish something, but you were just too lazy? Well, that was my case. It all just started in the beginning of 7th grade. It was fun and all, but then, P.E. started, I wasn’t used to the running and social activities at all. It was very difficult at the beginning of 7th grade but it got easier after a few weeks passed. But then, my P.E. teacher, Mrs. Gavello, warned her class that the mile was going to be in a few weeks. When I heard the news, I literally went on the ground and cradled myself saying “I’m not going to do good, I’m not going to do good, I’ll fail.”

Many people have left legacies from when they were alive. Some are good, and some are bad. Those people may not agree with what they have left behind, and some may be perfectly okay with theirs. For me, I would like to leave behind a legacy that shows my family that I was a good person. I would want them to know that I had good intentions for my life and that I wanted to do good for myself and others. In this essay, I will explain what I would like my legacy to be like.

My life began in Manhattan, New York in January of the year 1977. I was born to a 21 year old Irish American mother, Catherine Cunningham, and a 60 year old Sicilian American father, Anthony Perniciaro. My parents came from very different backgrounds. My mother’s family was relatively wealthy and affluent. My father was born and raised in Brooklyn. His parents were extremely poor immigrants that were seriously affected by the Great Depression. My father was a bricklayer and an artist when he met my mother, who was just starting her life, being only a few years out of high school.

His eyes are made for the road. Two tornado blue irises meet the highway, looking past the smudges on his lightweight frameless glasses. He shifts his hands along the steering wheel, dodging what hurts most. Noting which movements prevent his worn hands from freezing into twisted positions like cream flowing into black coffee. He wheezes a cough. Loses stability. Regroups. Accelerates.

My entire life I have always been the smallest person in the room. In elementary school, I was a four-foot-nothing, fifty-pound, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pretty little wisp of a thing. My best friend, Michelle, was, in contrast, was a year older and nearly two heads taller than me, and outweighed me by at least once my own body weight. She also loved to wrestle and would take any opportunity to smash me in a wrestling match. These matches were friendly (if only in the sense that after they were over we would both stand up and go back to adoring each other) but nonetheless highly competitive. Looking back on it, she probably should have been able to kill me, but, try as she might, she never could - she didn’t even win more than half the time.

“Dover, want some Wendy’s?” Amy stated in a casual pitch. Dover knows his name, so he will give some kind of response, usually, but there was nothing.

One Thursday night in August, I was sitting down thinking how I have not called my dad in a couple of days. So I picked up my phone and dialed his phone number.

Its February 13th, it is a cold snowy night, I am just getting out of my basketball game. I have tons of missed calls from my mother and sister. I get in the car I call back no one answers, so I start to drive home. I received a call back, it is my sister. I answer “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I can tell she has been crying. She answers back with her sad voice “I will tell you when I get home. I am at the hospital right now.” “I am right by the hospital I will come there. Just tell me what happened.” I am thinking in my head of all the possible things that could have happened. She says “Jeremy died.” “Are you serious? How?” “I will tell you when I get home.”