Personal Narrative-Varying Journal Entry

At our previous class period, we had to go through a practice interview. I am happy and thankful that I did go through some interviews before in my life so I thought it was going to be a breeze, but I was mistakened. What I did noticed was this, “You will never know what you're going to be expecting at an interview.”

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

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

Journal Entry 3: Six years ago, my oldest daughter was in severe pain, when I got off work I took her to the emergency room to see what was going on. After twelve hours the nice male nurse came in with a really concerned look on his face and gave me some breakfast vouchers to get her and I something to eat, I immediately knew something was not right. He sat me down and told me she had a large tumor growing in-between her hip bone, I broke down, because as soon as you here tumor, you think cancer. I drove straight to her doctor and to he what he suggested, he told me no one in Lumberton would take her so he gave me an appointment with Chapel hill with a doctor named DR. Esters. My husband and I were completely devastated, I had to call all our family and

The Meriam-Webster dictionary defines a cheerleader as a person who is a member of a group (typically a group of young women) who shout out special songs or chants to encourage the team and entertain the crowd during a game in sports like American football and basketball. This definition described my involvement itself in my beloved sport, but it also explains who I am as a whole person. In my life, I am a cheerleader whether I am on the sidelines under the Friday night lights, or off the field when it comes to being a cheerleader for my family and companions. At a young age, it was clear to me that support was something needed by everyone, whether they wanted to accept it or not. However, before you cheer on anyone

To me there is more than one danger of giving someone a single story, it’s more than not seeing their full identity it's diminishing all of their accomplishments, hardships, specialties, and everything that makes an individual, individual. True in my life I have not been innocent of doing that to multiple people, such as last week when my family and I were driving home from Memphis through Arkansas. I was feeling sick so we stopped at a truck stop that looked kind of rugged, so I was already feeling that as a black woman I should keep my wits about me (and the probable Trump supporters that would be inside) but I was feeling so sick that it wasn’t an overbearing thought. When I walked in and saw the white man with a camouflage snapback hat

story: Who are the major characters? When and where is it taking place? Is it a

I read over the comments you made on the paper at least a dozen times. I took the time to understand what you correcting. I feel that most of my revisions were explaining a little more then I original did.

11-year-old me sitting in the passenger seat of my dad’s black Infinity with my running shoes tied over my knee – high soccer socks; my feet resting on my black back pack covered with gold pins from different tournaments, zipped up to contain my smelly cleats and shin guards. Waiting to walk to down to practice I saw an older looking girl run by our car. She was wearing a maroon and white jacket that I had never seen before. It was a Nike dri – fit, water proof material, with the Slammers FC logo embroidered on the chest. I looked at my dad and excitedly asked, “Dad look at that jacket! Can I please get one for Christmas?”

Have you ever tried something hard and failed but still trying continuously until you accomplish your goal? That’s me trying to improve my writing skill. My goal right now is very simple: to pass English 49, and then finish both English 101, 205. However, I’m still struggle with the writing process

many years ago it was my birthday and as i was walking to my auntie house, there was a women called sherry. she had stopped me and she wanted to know what my name was, and so when i told her she said that she has a granddaughter that name and then we just kept talking and then when i got done talking to her i called my mom to tell her that i was on my way over my auntie house, and so when i got there she was there and my grandma had called she wanted to talk to me, she said “guess what i got u for your birthday” i said a tablet she said how u know because i been wanting a tablet for a long time and i been telling u that i been wanting a tablet. i told her that i was very excited. when i got home my cousin had texted me she wanted to know if

I think that the hardest challenges for me are self doubts, which the leads me to a state of anxiety. When I am faced with multiple projects or a larger-than-normal load of homework, I feel attacked and start to think negatively about my ability to be a good student and become better at the subjects that I have trouble with. In order to overcome these challenges, I usually remind myself that i need to work as hard as I can to make my parents proud and fulfill my dream of someday becoming a Biomedical engineer. If I am selected to be an Apprentice, i know that the extra help regarding college and scholarships and other related topics will help me immensely to learn more about how I am going to set myself up for the future. This program could

I run past three streets before I finally catch up to Hanau. I watch him turn around as he comes into the church courtyard, a smile on his face, gloating over his win. I run up to the gate, and touch the cold iron bars as I pass through. The old tang of metal is as familiar to me as anything at home.

My mission was successful. They had no idea that I stole my stuff back. I will go back tomorrow, after buying food and calling my friend, and explain why I did that and try to explain my customs to them. Anyway, right now I am in the middle of a large square that have lights that are like the sun if you stare at them they are so bright. I hear the normal crowd noise that comes from a lot of people just talking, a steady roar. I taste freedom, pure and utter freedom from the shackles of my host family. In less than a month, I will be out of this country and back in good old’ USA. I smell the sweet aroma of the local food and candy shops.

When I was nine years old, I realized my brother and I were more alike than I had thought. Growing up in Ohio, which was a different state than most of my family who all lived in either Tennessee, Indiana, or Washington, means seeing them once a year which was usually at a Christmas party. Most of the time I really liked this because it meant gifts, after gifts, after gifts on Christmas, but one year really stood out to me in a sort of negative perspective. I remember my Aunt happily running up to me giving me a hug and saying,