Personal Narrative: My Option For Non-Carnivores

Lobstering is in my blood. It is what supports my family and most of my town. I have been doing it my whole life i’ve had a lobster license since i was 8 years old which is as young as you can get one. I love summer just for lobstering season plus I like the money outcome. I hate school starting the most because it tires me out because I play football everyday except sundays and some saturdays so i have to wake up early and haul on my days off from school.

We finish our pizza and Cameron goes up and changes, he comes down in blue jeans and a t-shirt. His

food, surrounded by family and friends, and how could I forget the memories made with my

For a one hundred and eighty pound guy like myself, there are several paths I could take that would lead me, nutritionally, to a healthy lifestyle. The most appealing to me have been the more meat based diets. These include a good deal of steak, chicken, and other meats that would help give me protein throughout the day.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

While i was heading to the Food shelf, i found myself getting excited to clean the food shelf. From what i remembered from last week, the place was chaotic. From the start of the service learnings, i would think to myself "i wanted to help the food shelf the best I can." and heading towards the class today. i remembers

One Saturday I decided to go over to my friend Anne’s house. When I arrived I knocked on her door, Anne's mom, Mrs. Cazzato, answered. “Hi Emma,” Mrs.Cazzato said. “Hi Mrs.Cazzato,” I replied, I was just looking for Anne.” “She’s just out back,” explained Mrs.Cazzato. “Okay,” I responded, “Thank you!” I went around back and Anne was swinging on her swing. “Hi,” I said. “Hi,” she replied. I went over and sat on the swing beside her, Anne asked, “Do you want to go for a walk in the forest?” “Sure,” I said half scared half excited. “I have never been in the forest before,” I explained. “I’ve been in the forest lots of times before and it’s not that bad,” Anne explained.

Two of the many areas I need to change in my diet are carbs and salt! Believe it or not, I need to consume more carbohydrates than I have been lately. When I do this, I will choose the dark breads. Whole grains can provide me with the nutrients that I need also. During breakfast, which I usually skip, I should choose oatmeal with fresh fruit, but never have the oatmeal in the packet, as they have too much sugar! Bananas are also a good source of carbs, is a fruit, and is loaded with potassium.

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!

My name is Amy and I grew up in Los Angeles. I have been fortunate enough to be exposed to so many different types of foods. Having such wonderful exposure and a willingness to try anything, I find myself always gravitating back to Mexican food. The way its prepared, the wonderful flavors, the variety always seems to provide a delightful experience when eating.

Learning hasn’t always come easy to me. I have struggled with about everything. If I were to list the two most common ones I struggle with all the time, it would be English class and French class. Now I understand everybody makes a mistake every now and then, but I was one of those people who at one point needed help all the time.

. . there’s always good old PB&J,” I offered. “Peanut butter and jelly isn’t a special meal,” Delaney scoffed. “It’s the best we’ve got for now. At least we have the bread,” I smiled, pointing to my large pile of loaves. “Okay. New plan,” she announced. “Go beg the cafeteria ladies for all the peanut butter they’ve got. I’ll rummage through the walk-in refrigerator and hunt for grape jelly. Meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. Got it? Run!” “Yep!” I replied, bolting out the door. Unfortunately, there was just one little detail we didn’t think about- peanut allergies. Our school was not allowed to serve peanut butter. When the cafeteria lady reminded me, I fizzled like a day-old balloon. What now? I wondered sadly, as I ran to tell Delaney the bad

Generally, if I wanted to improve my dietary habits, it has to begin with what I eat for breakfast. If I want to get a more satisfactory amount of nutrients and such, I would have to attempt to implement more fruits. I was thinking that perhaps I could attempt to add in more fruits such as strawberries, apples, oranges, and bananas. Both strawberries and oranges are widely recognized for the amount of Vitamin C they contain. However, both of those fruits also contain sugars, which although are in fact a bit bad in high quantities, are still quite healthy. In addition, apples also contain a lot of healthy nutrients, such as fiber, Vitamin C, and soluble and insoluble pectins.

Picture day. The day most girls like because they have a reason to dress up and look pretty. For me, picture day was the bane of my existence. I had to go out of my comfort zone by wearing something nice, then sit in front of a stranger who blinded me with camera flashes. Every year, I sat on that stool, thinking that things couldn’t possibly be any worse. I was wrong.

4-month-old Connor recently discovered his voice and pitches. At three, he demonstrated his unique talent. The dog and I were painfully aware it was the start of a long day. regretting singing him Do Re Mi these past few days, I realize while laying in bed muffling the sounds with a pillow.