Personal Narrative On 24-48hrs

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

I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS TO COME OUT!!! For those who don't know this is one of my anticipated of the year (you can check out my list if you haven't already, I posted it in September). But since this is the last book of the series I don't feel the need to write a very long non-spoiler review. I won't write the reasons why I love this series so much in my Top Ten list if you would like to check that. The series starts out in this futuristic world where a young girl named Cinder catches the eye of Prince Kai, the future empire of the Common Wealth. The only problem is that she's a cyborg, part-human part-robot. For this book, I would give it about a 4/5 stars. I was definitely a great read but it wasn't my favorite book in the series, I honestly felt that Cress was the best book, then

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

I will start this off with an introduction. I am Kelly Rose Keschner, an incoming sophomore in Highschool. I would say I get pretty good grades and try so hard in school to prove to myself and my peers that I am a very good student despite what has happened to me.

I had noticed that I still had a slight pain in my hip, almost like the pain I had when I had first injured myself, just not as severe. So, I had to make another familiar trip to the doctors office. There I had been told that my hip was again, injured. However, to find these results, I had to go back into the MRI machine, but this time, it was worse. I had to have dye inserted into my hip in three different spots. So, I had three shots directly into my hip bone before I went into the machine. Dr. Thompson told me that my hip constantly hurting was a combination of my original hip injury, and the rate at which I was growing. I was then told to go to physical therapy for another six weeks, and then coming in every four months for cortisone

The date today is October 23rd, 2012. The world may end in only a couple of short months. If the Mayans had any idea what they were talking about, which they obviously did...then something of great significance will be set into motion on the date December 21st, or at least I think that's when the Long Count finally ends. Doesn't necessarily mean the end of the world, but something will probably happen of great magnitude for mankind. I'd be willing to bet on it.

Over the two-day period I was busy. I had gone back home over the weekend to see my family. I left Saturday morning and came back Sunday evening. I had a relaxing day on Saturday but did my work Sunday. I started off with doing my English paper and then I had to help my dad move cars from one spot to his shop. The whole day until six I was working on my English paper. I had written a rough draft but on Sunday I wanted to make it even better so I re-did it. When I came back to my dorm I organized and cleaned my room. I wanted it to look clean so I can work in there and so it can look nice for the week. After that I did some of my other homework and then did the English paper again. Neat two o’clock in the morning I planned everything out for

It is December 03, 2005 and a typical Saturday morning where I was awakened by a restless night of sleep. I sat up in the bed, grabbed the remote to turn on the television, and then scanned my surroundings only to discover that I had become very familiar with the 4 walls of the room. You see, I was in a relationship (or so I thought) where I can honestly confess that I was not only lonely but I was also alone. I was in a relationship with a live in boyfriend whom rarely surfaced, well at least not when I was at home; his belongings where at my place, but very seldom was his presence made known. My thoughts concerning this so-called relationship begin to overwhelm me so I shifted gears and headed to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and washed my face before being led by hunger to the kitchen where I prepared a bowl of cereal, slice of toast, and a glass of orange juice.

At two in the morning seven years ago, my nine year old self was jolted awake by my mother. Begrudgingly, I peeled my eyes opened and tried to blink the sleep away.

“Ugh I'm so board!” I thought one day. I got bored of playing with legos and I decided to get a snack. While I was walking upstairs I saw something I've never seen before. A smooth black container, that read in bold letters PS3 gaming console and several other small boxes that said things I've never heard before like Call of Duty, Uncharted 3,and Sonic Dimensions.

The best thing about reading this year was the strict scheduling. I loved that we were supposed to read everyday and we had a concrete foundation where we were able to choose our own book to read and were able to elaborate on it. With the concrete foundation I was able to always know that I had something to do and I always looked forward to reading the book that I chose.

I woke up with relief that my bag was still next to me. Given the circumstances of the world, I’m surprised anything is still remaining. I’ve been out here on my own for the past eight months trying to survive and scavenging for supplies. I was part of a group, but I didn’t fit in with their strict regimen and preferred it better if I were on my own. I wouldn’t have the burden of trying to save people weighing down on me. However, despite all the time that has passed with me being in a group and alone, this whole situation began well over two years ago. It all started with scientists trying to conduct an experiment with the effects of certain types of medicines they created. They gave a person a dose and it shut down their entire system, everyone