Personal Narrative: My Involvement With Best Buddies

Throughout the past couple of years, I have struggled immensely trying to find a fitting group of friends. The people who had been the closest to me for the longest time abandoned me, and each took a ginormous wrong turn in their lives. I found myself stuck in a situation that I knew would be difficult to escape.

In the course of my time at Union County College, I was able to participate in measures that aided my community and those in need. I took part in the donation and creation of care bags which were donated to the Salvation Army. This initiative was made by AESNJ as part of their statewide drive to help those who lack the resources needed to obtain day to day necessities such as hygienic supplies, socks, tissues and other essentials. Additionally, I made a financial contribution which went towards aiding Syrian children. Helping individuals in need encouraged me to participate in Strides against Breast Cancer a walkathon which generated money for women whose lives were impacted by cancer. The financial donations assisted women who were unable

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

My freshmen year, I decided to join Best Pals, program’s main purpose is to allow volunteers to be paired up with a buddy with a disability and provide them with a friend or a mentor. I was keen in following in my sister’s footsteps as she is a Special Education teacher to a Kindergarten class. I was glad to be picked because I like helping people out, especially people who may not have the same opportunities that I do. Every day, I was in Room 108 with the students helping them with their classwork and missed work. Some days we’d have to go to P.E. and play volleyball with them. My favorite day was when our school had a send-off for the Special Olympics players – originally, our high school’s award ceremony had no time to give the students

Standing atop the ledge of the Golden Gate Bridge is so intimidating. I've stood in this spot countless times, however, I've always wussed out of actually doing the unthinkable. With no one to help this uninteresting high schooler out, this girl doesn’t even have a single friend in this new place. Because all of my technology has been broken in someway, I've not had a chance to talk to my old friends, but it's not like I had numerous friends in my old place. Nevertheless, the one friend I thought I had was Corrine, but she moved on and found other friends after I moved away. So much for best friends forever.

It was Wednesday, the 22nd of March 2012. I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ear at 9:30 AM and I reached to hit the snooze button. I slept for about another hour until my friend Tyler knock on my door.

“This is so cool!” Charlotte squealed turning the wheel with the gentle curves of the highway. We were going on the first drive we had gone on after she got her license four days ago. We were going on a trip to the nearest water park near our home town. Even though we were going to the nearest park it was still a hour long drive on the one highway anywhere near us that was used mainly for the Semi Trucks to carry the produce Willowsgrove, Nebraska, our home town, is best for.

“A true friend is someone who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else.”- Len Wein. Ever since the day Tom got in trouble and had to sit by Becky Thatcher, they became best friends, and even claimed they loved each other. One day when Becky and Tom stopped getting along, Becky sought out to find what the other schoolchildren referred to as the teacher’s secret book. To her great delight, she found the book and began flipping through the many pages. However, while hastily flipping through, Becky tore one of the pages. Tom happened to waltz in at just the right moment and witness this fatal act. She fearfully put the book back in its place begging Tom not to tell, and anxiously awaited the moment the teacher would find it. Once he found his book, torn page and all, the teacher began questioning everyone in the school house if they had done it. In a state of pure petrification, Becky knew she could not lie to the teacher even if she tried, and so she awaited her punishment. Astonishingly, however, Tom noticed the fear, and tragedy in Becky’s eyes, and as the school master neared Becky to confront her, Tom rose up and declared that he tore the book, relieving Becky of her dreaded punishment. Everyone who reads this touching tale, wants Becky and Tom to get along, however, some believe Tom should have taken Becky’s punishment, while others believe he should not have. Despite contrary beliefs, Tom

I woke up, to my alarm. I got ready for school and got on the bus. I then arrived at school and met up with my boyfriend. We have been dating for 9 days now. I met him because of my friend, he is my friends boyfriend’s friend. He grabbed my hand, but I got out of his grip. “I’m not ready for that, Kevin. I just want to take things slow, please,” I said. He responded, “Come on, we are only holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal.” I just didn’t want to yet, he was is my first boyfriend. “This is my class, I have to go,” I said I walked in the door. He didn’t say a word and just walked away.

A few months before my eighth birthday, my best friend started to avoid me a lot. I didn’t know what happened between us because we do everything together. I started to wonder was it something I did? What did I do to make her hate me? Then the next day I went up to her and said “why are you avoiding me?” She responded, acting like she didn’t know what I was talking about. We argued for a while about how she was ignoring me. She finally accepted it and said “Yes, I have been avoiding you, but you know the reason why.” I was thinking to myself for a long time and still had no idea. “Well you will be leaving me in November and moving across the world from me!” she screamed sadly. Then I remembered that I never told her I was moving because I was finding a way to tell her that I was moving. She figured it out because she overheard her parents talking about it. I started explaining why I would not tell her which was because I was trying to find a good way to say it. “Well I was avoiding you so you can forget me and not be sad about leaving India” she said sadly. I gave her a hug and said “we are going to have so much fun before I leave and I will never ever forget you.” After that day, I learned that I should never be angry at someone before I know why they are mad. If I was in my friend’s position, then I would have done the same thing. I should have just told her instead of waiting. Two characters from Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck went through the same thing about

Raising my head from my book all I could focus on was him. The way he stared at his paper, his pencil flowing across the thinned lined paper. The sweat was now building on his forehead and I could see his light blue eyes every so often glance up at the clock. I was done within the first 20 minutes but now with 5 minutes left I could see he was really struggling. I sat there as the time wound down realizing that he would never look at me like the way I look at him.

Have you ever lost a really good friend or a best friend? Ever want to speak up, but you didn’t ?

I remember the first time I saw her. She seemed so happy, so sure of herself. That, I thought, is what I want to be a part of. To my luck we soon became friends and I tried so hard to not mess it up. I wanted to spend my time with her, I wanted her to spend time with me, I knew from the start that I wanted her to be my best friend. After talking for a little while and gaining her trust we did become closer, but not by much, and not by enough.

I can 't tell you how many times I 've picked up the phone wanting to call you. I miss talking to you. I miss my best friend. Yes, I can honestly say this now since I have had time to think, you really were my best friend. I told you things that I had never told anyone else. I had always felt that I could tell you what was on my mind; without judgement or feeling insecure. I miss talking openly to you more than anything. So, I thought I would write you this letter (a no filter letter) just to be sure that you actually get it. Please bare with me my writing is horrible and I haven 't written a letter in years. Eight to be exact.

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