Personal Narrative: My Taste Of Sugar

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

On November 19th, 2016, My family and I were going to Western Michigan University. We were heading off to watch the football and hockey game, my father told me it would take a few hours. Hours went flying by it felt like we were in a race car, we finally arrived hours later. We went straight to the dining area, it smelled like fresh made pasta and many more thrilling smells. As we made our way through the crowd, we found a table to sit at. Afterwards when we found a seat, we went darting off in many directions to look at all the food stations. Few minutes passed by when we all swarm like bees back to the table. We all seated and started eating, we talked about what we got for food.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.

The picture that was once grueling is the one I love today. I am proud of the way I chose to learn from the suffering that I endured. Through this accumulated self-love, I have developed a desire to provide love and empathy to every person I meet. It is the love residing within me that will allow myself to leave a mark on the world, it is the fuel of the passion that drives my every step.

“Today I will live in the moment unless it's unpleasant in which case I will eat a cookie” as I write this story, Those words of Cookie Monster resounded in my head. I had to pick an inspiration for this essay and yes i picked Cookie Monster. He is not just the loving blue monster that loves and would do anything for a cookie he's more than that to me he is an inspiration he is not just an idea that was made into a character he is a idea made into the enthusiastic motivated great influence monster that we all know and love as Cookie Monster.

On the way home I thought about asking Soda about my essay. I knew Soda would tell me that “it was perfect and that I was so smart”, Darry would say “it needs more information”. When I walked into the house Soda had a weed and a letter in his hand, I thought to myself “It’s very strange for Soda to smoke.” He only smokes when he needs to calm his nerves. When i looked at his face closer he looked happy but mad. I asked “What’s wrong.” He didn’t reply, so I sat down next to him and the letter was from Sandy! The letter said “ Hello Soda i’ve missed you.” “There is something very important that i should have told you a long time ago.” “ I lied when I found out that I was pregnant I was so happy but, I thought that it would hold you back from being you.” That’s when I decided to move to Florida. “ I made you believe that the baby was someone else’s when it’s actually yours.” Right now your baby girl is five months old.” “ Soda i’m really sorry for any pain I caused but, if you want to see her I will give you the money for you and your brothers to come see her.” “ From Sandy.” Soda quickly crumbled up the paper and ran out the door. Shortly after that Darry was home from school.

Anxiously waiting in my seat at the Harry Potter Premier, I tasted the rainbow for the first time. As Harry, Hermine and Ron tackled their year at Hogwarts, I enjoyed an explosion of sweet, juicy favors inside of my mouth. I had found my pot of gold. It was like snape had sent Wrigley’s a magic potion and I was under their colorful spell. Never would I watch another quidditch match without a magical packet of delight.

Did you know cooking Kale doesn't get rid of any of its nutritional value. Kind of like me, no matter what happens I will always be me. In five words I would say that I’m shy, comical, athletic, intelligent, and weird in a good sort of way. My favorite color is sky blue. Not too intense but still colorful. I have a pretty casual style. I don’t go all out and style my hair and put on a really nice shirt but I probably won’t wear basketball shorts or sweats every time I go outside. I you see me you will see my blond hair, blue eyes, and me wearing jeans or some nice shorts with a t-shirt. I have a few pet peeves. First is when stuff is really unorganized, also when people try to be cool. Why can't they just be their self? My favorite type of food

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

I weighed out 150 milliliters of potassium chlorate and presented it to my partner. She looked as frightened as the Disney corporation when Miley Cyrus performed her song "Party in the USA". "Christy... I..I.." she stuttered. "You'll do fine." I interrupted. We were being directly watched by a group of fifteen people and indirectly by a group of twenty-five. She wanted me to light the Bunsen burner, but my good thumb was jammed because of volleyball tryouts from the previous week. Instead, I offered her a smile stuffed with motivation and reassurance. Luckily, she took it and used it as energy to complete our experiment. She ignited the Bunsen burner while I scooped the crystalline solid in a tube and fixed the tube over a flame. We awaited for the potassium chlorate to liquefy and

My childhood tasted luscious syrupy the pancakes with the butter.I also have tasted the sourness of the candy that had sweetness to it for i was eating sour patch kids.I also had one that the taste was sour the kind of sour that makes you a funny face this was the taste of sour skittles.The delicious apple pie the sweet taste the gooeyness of the filling.The strawberry wafers the the taste was not like strawberry but something different.The peanut butter cookies the taste so similar to the ones that come in the plastic jar.The sweet taste of the chocolate shell and the chewy peanut butter in the inside the M&M’s.The bitter taste of the medicine the taste sour horrible you want to spit back out the taste is something that is hard to describe.The

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.