Personal Narrative: Run For The Fall

My Perfect Fall Day Beep, Beep, Beep the alarm went off. I am so excited it is the Fall festival today. I went downstairs to see what my mom had made for breakfast. Yay! She made french toast with cinnamon sprinkled on top and eggs on the side. It smelled so good. Right when I took my fork and put that first piece of French toast on my fork my mom said, “wait! We have to say the blessing.” So we said the blessing and then ate away. As we finished our breakfast my mom said after we eat we will have one hour to get ready and go to the fall festival. I ran upstairs to be first to the shower and took a nice hot shower before the hot water ran out. After my shower I got dressed and ready to go. We all ran to the car and got in. We arrived at the

Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

Where I Stand? Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.

There I was on the block next to the High Bar. It was about 5:00 at night when my coach told me to do a Kip. As I got up on the bar my nose filled with the smell of chalk. I started to swing, and as I came out of my half turn I looked good. Everything seemed fine but as I came to the part of the Kip where I have to pull my legs up to the bar, I slammed my shins into the bar. My momentum was stopped and I dropped on to the mat, missing the Kip. I felt like I had let down my coach and I had let down myself too. That day I experienced failure. That failure made me want my Kip even more so I worked harder and had support from my teammates.

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

Running. Blue flashes of light left you temporarily blind as you ran from her. Her spears fired at you with the intent to kill. Your health is low, only 4 hp left. Then you felt it, A piercing pain in your thigh. You collapsed to the ground as the now bleeding wound rendered you unable to walk. You tried crawling but it was of no use, you could feel yourself bleeding out, and the sound of boot steps was getting closer. You gave up, knowing the end was near and there was hardly anything you could do about it. You felt the tip of Undyne's boot wedge it's self under you as she flipped you over.

87/140 blood pressure. Hypertension? No, adrenaline. My heart was beating fast and hard; I could practically feel the blood pumping through every vein, every capillary, every artery. I could feel ,the constant assault on my whole body of the speeding wind that brought in a brigade of sand to scratch my face and make its way through every crevice. We were moving at such high speeds that the truck seemed to never even touch the ground.

For the last six years, I have been given the opportunity to competitively show jump. Competing has taught me a variety of lessons, including how to manage my commitments. Five times a week, I spend three hours at the barn, and throughout the year I spend various weekends competing. Though I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else, it doesn’t leave me with much spare time at the end of the night. Throughout the years, I have learned how to manage my social life, school work, and riding. I quickly realized that even though coming home from the barn at eight p.m and playing rock band until two a.m is way more exciting than doing homework for the rest of the night, that plan of action wasn’t going to do me any good. As a result of my past mistakes

Sorry, I know you're asleep and I continuously keep texting you but I'd rather tell you everything now so you won't feel worried when you wake up when I will still feel asleep. What I wanted to tell you was that I just haven't been happy lately. Maybe it's because I miss you; because of all the shitty things that has been happening to me. I haven't been happy for over a week. But between us, all we do is argue and I'm so tired, Ciro. Sometimes I lay in bed and just grab my head because of how exhausted I am with the constant fightings. I have so many problems in my life and I have to go on and tell you everything that's happening when I shouldn't. It honestly makes things worse. I even cry because I can't take my life anymore. Believe me, I cry every single day. Not

I was at the verge of tears. “You can’t do this to me!” I cried “This is a great experience, you’ll make so many new friends!” my parents told me excitedly

I was just going off the report. It just didn't sound positive. Plus the expected time to be back keeps changing. Also, consider that when he comes back he will not be in game shape and the team will also have to adjust to him being back in there as opposed to being use to him not being there. So at first it was back for the last four conference games and now it's end of the season, which means he gets to play one game in the Big 12 tournament or maybe two. And if he is back for the tournament you have your own team having to adjust playing games, daily until you lose.

Fall, lovely fall, one of my favorite season, because it's not too hot and it's not too cold. I love the colors of fall, and there's no place like Colorado to celebrate it. We recently decided to take a trip up to the mountains to look at the beautiful Colorado Fall Colors. It's when the trees change colors and you can see a sea of yellow, oranges and reds, or maybe just a sea of yellow as shown below. People travel from far and wide just to witness our colors and I don't blame them, because it's beautiful! You may notice that when fall comes around, we tend to eat more comfort foods, and one of those comfort foods that I just love and my entire family also loves is Quaker Oats. I grew up eating Quaker Oats and I remember my mother making oatmeal in the mornings for breakfast before I headed off to school. In the Caribbean we would call it "porridge", and it was usually our go to breakfast meal. It was filling and you know that you were getting a great meal. Now that I'm older and have my own family, I always keep Quaker Oats on hand, whether they be the original or instant, they're a must have in my own pantry.

I watched Wallace and Grommet with my mommy all the time, that was our show. Yet I can’t really grasp at any memories about my own father. He joined the military when he was eighteen years old and married my mom on the sixteenth of January when he was 22. They had me one year and three days later. Not even six months later my dad was already deployed overseas. My mother made me a heart shaped pillow with a plastic picture frame on one side of it and it held a picture of my dad so I wouldn’t forget him while he was gone. Consequently it didn’t work. A couple years later when I was about four years old my father came back from deployment ,and when he arrived home I thought he was a stranger. My mom had to go to work that morning and usually I went with her but because my dad was home she left me with him. I cried, ran, and screamed as I tried to get away from him. I didn’t know who he was and I was terrified. When I look back on that moment all I can think about is how horribly that must have hurt him. As I was growing up he still had to keep deploying overseas and every time it was a repeat of the last. He worked in the Military up until 2013 when I was fourteen years old. It is now 2016 and I am 17 years old. We don’t get along to this day and even though he doesn’t have a job and