Personal Narrative : My Life Through The Sea Of People At An Outrageous Summer College Party

On our way down while my mom was sleeping she got a call, the call was from my Aunt Angel. She left a voicemail since my mother didn’t answer her phone. On the voicemail, my Aunt stated that child services were coming to pick up Raiden at one o’clock and wanted to know if we would take Raiden. My mother wanted to help her out and take Raiden but, my dad didn’t. My mom finally convinced my dad to say yes about getting Raiden, but they didn’t want Angel to know. My mom picked up her iPhone and called my brother, Tanner, and had him go pick up Raiden after child services took him. After my mom had Tanner pick up Raiden, she had him watch Raiden for a little bit. Tanner took Raiden to his work and sit

Since the start of the semster I have learned many different things about myself and how I can become a better student all around. Summer classes can fly by fast and doesn’t feel like a real semester. That it is just to get credit and move on to the next semester. That was not the case for me this summer semester because I needed to think about the rest of my college career. This summer semester is my first one coming back from academic suspension and I took last semester at South Plains College and Tarrant County College. I did really well making a 3.00 GPA overall and am most likely going to make a 3.5 this semester. This will be a huge boost to my overall GPA. The point is am at the point where I am ready to graduate and will try my hardest to get the best grades I can. I really just changed my mindset towards college and the way I prepare for tests and studying.

It started off like any other regular day for six year old me. I woke up, got dressed, went to school, and came home. When I arrived home, my older sister, Anna, was not there. This worried me because we always got home at the same time. I thought she may have fallen asleep on the bus without me noticing, so she may have still been at school. I asked my mother, who told me that she did not know where Anna was, but I shouldn’t worry.

My freshman year at Community College of Philadelphia was interesting and a great learning experience. Being a criminal justice major we have requirements that is needed to be completed. I tried to take the easy way out and it backfired on me. I took SOC 101 online and the professor taught me a lesson of tough love. He failed me and told me “come back when you’re serious.” I was embarrassed and disappointment in myself. Since that day I took college seriously and every experience been good.

When I first started my first semester at my community college, I was enthusiastic to initiate a connection with the student body. When ‘Club Day’ was hosted as I walked around the tables I saw usual clubs that a college would have such as robotics, math club, charity club, however there was not a club that focused on Earth conservation. I still appreciated the other clubs, but I saw the opportunity to create a new club that would focus on my interest in conservation and sustainability.

Everyone knows about Yale University. It’s one of the best Ivy League schools in the country. It was an honor and a shock to be accepted. The past 3 semesters have been a dream, however this last one has been a nightmare. 3 weeks after winter break I was attacked by some invisible entity. I was walking home from my night class when I felt a breezy, not unusual for the campus during winter. I wasn’t thrown off until I realized the sky was a pinkish purple tint, being 8 o’clock at night the sky should be black and glowing from the light of the moon. Then I smelled a faint hint of lavender which was extremely odd because all the plants on campus are dead. The next thing I remember is being in bed rassling with something I couldn’t

As I ate my Cheerios I wondered where my Dad and Brother where they had left last night without saying a word. My sister Kat was sleeping on the couch of our run down house, my mom was outside smoking her Camel smokes and, my other brother Dayrl was making breakfast in the kitchen. This is how things normally were but, Merle(the brother from before) was starting to act strange and he left us with our abusive Father more often and would come back a week later when he got back he said that he went to do some work but he wouldn't tell us what kind of work it was. A lot of times our Father beat us or mom he was an alcoholic but when we wasn't drunk he was a good guy. As I finished my breakfast Dayrl yelled from the kitchen. "Go wake up your sister!

I was so scared; my heart was pounding out of my chest it felt like. I hid my head in my pillows and pretended to sleep. Jackie came into my room and yelled my name again, as if I didn’t hear her the first time. Then she started laughing and I picked my head up out of my pillows. She sat down on my bed and grabbed me in her arms and pulled me close to her. She told me that I was okay, that she wasn’t mad at me, and she had brought my sneakers back to me. She told me how important it was to face our problems though instead of running home and hiding from them. I was so confused on why she wasn’t going to yell at me but I wasn’t going to question it! Kyle and Jacob ended up cleaning up the glass that covered the kitchen floor and later that day we all went to pick out a new

Life is full of challenges and setbacks, but as humans we find a way to overcome them. The obstacles of life push us to be better. Joshua J. Marine once said, “Challenges are what makes life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.” In the summer of 2011, I faced a challenge that helped me realize how valuable life is.

I went to middle school at St. Martins Catholic School. My class had 23 people in it, and we were all really close with each other. Our class was like two peas in a pod. It was awesome having a class full of people that were like family, and this bond has given us all life long friendships even though we all don’t go to the same school anymore. This essay will be about how my life changed as I moved from grade school to high school.

There were tears in my eyes. I felt compelled to go and join Tyler in comforting Mom, but I stayed back feeling like if I were to go and join the feeling of comfort would break and the moment would be over. I didn’t want to ruin it. Suddenly Mom’s eyes opened from where her head rested on Tyler’s shoulder and she beckoned me with her hand. Slowly, I walked over and wrapped my arms around Mom and around my twin brother. In that moment I knew that we would stick together and tell each other the truth no matter how dire the situation was.

I remember the day it happened. It was raining and my house was oddly quiet. There was no sound coming from downstairs and I assumed everyone was still asleep. But, it didn’t make sense considering it was a Monday morning and it was 8:00 am. My parents would have been running around the house leaving for work by now. Maybe they haven’t woken up yet, I thought. I got out of bed, put on the black slippers I always leave on the floor, and walked towards my parent's room. They weren’t there. The bedsheets were strewn across the floor and my little brother was still in his crib. My parents would normally put him on the bed, then wake me up so I could go sleep next to him. I knew something was out of place. Our morning routine for the summer never once changed.

Was he even alive when I left him? What if he woke up and robbed my place? Even worse, what if he stole my cute little German Shepard puppy I had just gotten? The five minutes that is takes to get from Bella’s place to mine felt like hours, and the crack in my window felt like I was in Antarctica. The fresh cold air in the crack of my window was the only thing that was saving me from puking all over myself in my small confined car. I had finally gotten to my apartment building. Walking up the stairs reminds me of how out of shape I am, but my nerves is what made the walk up the stairs even more dreadful. I dialed 911, ready to call just in case anything happened. My hands were shaking as I was trying to put my key in the door. I peeked through the door to see if anything was there, my knees started locking up while walking towards my messy bedroom. The mysterious man was still in my bed. I slowly walked towards him, then I had gently pushed him attempting to wake him up. Nothing, he didn’t budge. I then checked his pulse to see is he was still alive, and his pulse was still beating. I quickly grabbed the pillow from under him, and he groaned while turning his body around. I now know who the mysterious man was, he was my brother. Surprised and excited, I then jumped on him and shook him, waking him up. My heart just about skipped a beat, he had just come home on leave from

You sit in your small broken down treehouse on the side of a road quietly finishing the third missing people report on your parents. They have abandoned you for a year now and you will do anything to just catch a glimpse of them and remember what they look like. In the middle of you writing your signature, Taylor Swift starts blaring through the room. You push your foot out and pull the phone towards you. Quickly, you jam your finger into the worn out answer button. “Becca?” You say even though you saw the caller I.D. “Eva? I need to come over now. M-my dad’s been drinking again and I’m scared.” You

It was November 5, 2015. It was a slow night, my parents had left me and my little sister home alone for a few hours so they could go out with friends from out of town. After my parents left, Maddie, my little sister, and I parted separate ways one of us upstairs and the other downstairs. I was lying on my bed trying to finish Paper Towns. What felt like three hours later, but in reality was only an hour and a half later, Maddie comes upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. That 's odd. I thought to myself. Being the protective big sister I am, I got up and knocked on her door. "Mads, you okay?" I asked. I waited a few minutes before knocking again.