Personal Narrative: The Name Zachary

In the united states, we’re asked to serve our country and defend it when needed. Then we, as civilians, expect these poor soldiers to come back and be normal as if they didn’t just witness a massacre. Violence is a killer and we’ve lost many hero’s because of it. Navy seal Chris

Why do people get made fun of for their names when they have no control over them? Firoozeh Dumas’ “The “F Word”” tells about how she gets made fun of for her name. It also is about how Dumas feels about her name. She uses many examples of times in her life when her name has caused problems and made situations difficult for her. Dumas is from Iran, but moved to America when she was young. Her name is “Firoozeh,” which is very different from American names, so many people couldn’t pronounce it. Many of the children in her classes made fun of her name and didn’t want to talk to her because it was so different.

I fluttered my eyes open. Today would be a new day full of opportunities and chances to make it a great,what could go wrong.Then I remembered. I remembered what would happen that day. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Tossing, and turning with thoughts whipping and circling through my head.I drew a stiff bre My eyes filled with tears, and my body jerked with anger. Why? Why today? I thought. I threw my head into my pillows and stayed there for what I thought was forever.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

The front parking lot was full. I just couldn’t get a break. I drove around to the back and found a spot behind the depot. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel. If Mother caught me there’d be no mercy, but as long as I made it to the hospital to see my dad, I didn’t care. I said a quick prayer for courage, and exited the

Last night gave me a headache because I loved it so much and got too overwhelmed with happiness and excitement.

I don´t remember much about the fourth through sixth grade but i know that i went to so many elementary schools. In fourth grade i went to a elementary school called Dunbar, i had a few friends but not that many at that because i was always shy or kids use to always pick on me. I had a white bestfriend and i can´t remember her name but i know she was my only friend when i went to that school but she eventually stop being my friend because of the other kids. When i was elementary school my imagination was so big and i use to always have a diary that i wrote in all the time and i wrote it in so much that i remember when i was still going to Dunbar, i was in class writing in it and my teacher had caught me and took it from me. Me being the bad

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

My father named me before I was born. Before the thought of me even existed. Ever since he could remember he wanted a son, and he wanted him to bear the name Zachary. He can’t explain why he had that desire,

I relate to David story. I was the same way in school, couldn't stay focused, hard to learn. He was lazy and was just trying to get by. Once he got off to college he gave up. Growing up I did a lot of the same things David did. I was always wprried bout how my peers thought of me and I just wanted to fit in so I started falling behind. Did the minimum just to get by, Honestly I was lazy. Only difference is I didn't finish high school. Before senior year even started I was pregnant and couldn't complete. I was so sick it wasnt funny. I went back and got my GED thats the first thing I can say I accomplished. Went to college afterwards and its like history repeated its self. Wasnt focused, was worried about all the wrong things, eventually I dropped

In Perry County at Linden Middle School on December 9th I met a guy named Dylan Western. Dylan is short and fluffy, has blond hair and has 3 sisters. At that time I was with a guy named Lance Lair. He is short, has brown hair, and is an only child. Lance figured out that Dylan liked me and threw a hissy fit about it. That day I broke up with Lance because I was tired of his crap. That day Trevon came up to me and told me that Dylan liked me. After lunch that day Dylan came up to me and asked me, “Will you be my girl?” I was star struck that he asked me and I said yes.

So they had finally found out where Omar is setting up a deal with weapons . So James went into the hide out and made Ben to stay in the car. So 20 minutes went by and James never came back to the car . So Ben went to see if James needed help , it turned out that he did .So Ben had pretend to be the Omar then the real Omar had shown him self for the first time . Then they all started shooting , James and Ben had left to the hospital because been had got shot . So 40 minutes went by and Ben had got a phone from James sister because she was in trouble . So James had told Ben what happened then Ben had got up off the bed so he can save her. So they took someone's car and made it to Ben’s apartment .James had ook out four of Omar’s minions while

Who am I? Thats a question a lot of people ask nowadays. Hello I am Nicholas Craan I always wondered who am I. Today I will tell you the story of who I am. I was borned and raised in Haiti on February 8, 1996. Haiti is a country in the Caribbean. Throughout my childhood years I was not a bright and intellectual child and was constantly misbehaving. My parents always wanted the best for me so they kept me close to my books. Unfortunately, I was misbehaving and rude. I was then expelled from Quisqueya Christian School at the age of thirteen and I was in the seventh grade. Being expelled from this fine institute I got in trouble with my parents. So they sent me to another school to complete my remaining years of middle and high school. That school

My dragster ended up taking a different shape and look than what I pictured because of my poor time management skills. My car had a race time of 1.409, which was not the best or the worst. I had a design that I thought would help accelerate the car by being very aerodynamic and low to the track. I wanted the back of my car to be rounded and lower in the back that gradually came into small bump towards the front that led into a point. My dragster ended up thicker, higher, and less rounded in the back. The middle gradually descended into a small hill that led into a point in the front. Once I completed sanding and painting my dragster, it weighed 74 grams when it needed to be 70 grams or below. I had to sand off at least 4 grams after I already

Hi my name is Jerome alexander I’m nineteen I will be twenty October 9.I came to Whitney M. Young job corps to better my life. I came from three different states, California where I was born. I was there till I was 4yrs old. I then move to Michigan Detroit where my cousin in law took care of me throughout my childhood life. I started preschool, middle school, high school. I left at the middle of 10th grade because I had family issues so my sis in the army came and took me out of school and got custody of me.so she brought me to Tennessee, Clarksville where I stayed with her. She put me in an adult education program where I can get my high school diploma. I then join a job tempagency place called Labor Ready. I soon start going online and looking