Personal Narrative: Vietnamese Noodle

“BAM” goes Noodle Man. Noodle Man was fighting his ultimate villain, Blackbird. Noodle Man was a superhero in the city of Sunshine City and was the most powerful person in the city. Ever since he was a child he was always stopping villains in real life and even in the video games. He can fly and his most important power was that he could throw noodlerangs, and you might be asking wow, how do you know him so much I know because he’s me. My greatest enemy was the infamous Blackbird and he was about to attack the awesome mayor, but then I saved the mayor by kicking Blackbird away. Then we started to fight, though Blackbird had some good knockout blows on me I grab a light pole and smacked him away. I made sure that I knocked him away and so

Kailani and her dad sit at a table. A waitress, walks up to their table and Kailani looks at her face and realizes that it’s Alana. Alana is Kailani’s best friend at work. “Kailani! Oh my goodness hi! I haven’t seen you in a while where have you been!?” exclaimed Alana. Kailani recalls the letter, reciting that no one must know what has happened. “Nevermind that. I’m ready to order.” “Okay. What would you like?” “I’ll have the Fish Sandwich with french fries and a Coca-Cola please.” “And you Mr. Hale?” “I’ll have the Classic Burger and Seven-Up.”

I discover that I’m a typical Asian, who obey his parents and reflect a student that’s ready for what's ahead. What I mean by typical Asian is not being overly rebellious, because my parents would kill me if I got a C and cause any trouble that is severe. As

“We accept the love we think we deserve.” Throughout the story, Charlie, the protagonist, learns to overcome the hardships he faces throughout his life. He is encouraged to try new things outside of his comfort zone. He meets new people, experiences new things, and forms new opinions. Charlie tells the

A trip to Chinatown The summer before my second year in middle school, my family planned a trip to Brooklyn, New York. This trip was my first time out of Florida. Being from the small town of Miramar, Florida, exposure to different cultures and larger things was limited. Born into a Chinese family, the Chinese culture is of great importance to me. The Chinese population in Florida is puny compared to New York’s. To enter a state where the Chinese are known to populate and assimilate, is to realize how large and dispersed my culture is in such an extraordinary state in the United States.

The aroma of homemade soup filled the air as young boys and girls served it to the elderly members of my community. Since I was 12 years old I have been part of the Bridgeton Municipal Alliance Youth to Youth, a community youth group focused on delivering the message to be drug free, violence free, and bias free through community service and involvement. Among the various events held by the program, every Martin Luther King weekend we would gather to prepare homemade soup for the elderly and serve them in a local restaurant while they shared stories from their lives. For those not able to leave, we would also deliver to the elderly center downtown and give company to our seniors whose families did not go to visit them.

“But, Mom... why can’t I go?” “Sweetie, you know what goes on at those parties,” Mom says, as I begin to pack my bag for Gramma’s house. I turn around and begin to make my dinner of the one and only... Mac and Cheese. My friend Keesha invited me to a party this weekend that all of her friends are coming to and then, some more that that. I really wanted to go but when I saw the look on Mom’s face when I told her that I wanted to go, her eyes looked sharp as ice. She doesn’t like me going to popular events, like a party. She won’t even let me go to the park by myself because she is scared I will be irresponsible and get hurt. I notice the water start to boil and I suddenly am snapped back to reality. I put the Mac and Cheese into a plastic container and grab a fork. I run upstairs and grab my phone and charger. I tell my Mom

The quaint brick buildings lay snug between the evergreen pine trees despite the temperature and the nakedness of all the other leaf bearing ones. Jasmine stops at a diner in the middle of town, hoping to fill her empty complaining stomach. Overhead a little bell rings, causing a few of the townspeople crowded inside the small, stuffy room to glare at her from a distance. Jasmine stifles a quick smile as she struggles to take off her coat. An elderly woman greets her with a sneer before taking her to a booth in the corner near the restrooms. The townspeople, no longer stare, yet Jasmine can still feel their eyes upon her, inciting her to fidget with the sleeves on her black turtleneck, trying desperately to pull it over her knuckles. Jasmine orders a ham sandwich with potato salad from the grumpy waitress who tosses the plate down carelessly on the table when she returns to deliver the food. When the little bell rings again, Jasmine turns her attention away from the table top towards the door and she lays her eyes on a young man in his mid-twenties with long black hair. He quickly glances in her direction and then makes his way towards another table. Foolishly, Jasmine looks back at the table and continues to keep her head down while she eats her food, not realizing as the young man strides over to her table and takes a seat across from

Vietnamese school culture deeply values maintaining social and academic impeccability. The struggle to appear competent and successful makes expressing vulnerability a taboo. In High School, this cultural expectation even influenced relationships with my parents and close friends - our interactions were formal and polite, yet indifferent. For example, although I

I almost sliced my chin in a lot of ways. I sliped in the bathtube on a bar of soap. That was when I was seven years old and I had to get stiches. That’s when I actualy split my chin in the shower and I held a

I’ve always had an appreciation for other cultures and I find Southeastern Asian practices to be particularly fascinating. These cultures are deeply rooted in philosophies that have a beautiful aesthetic, one that’s fun to just observe and to also immerse yourself in. Although their medical practices are rooted in energy and herbal practices that are different from the pill prescribing ways of western medicine, I found the process to be very relaxing and I felt at ease in the medical shop. Vietnamese and Chinese culture is intricate and healing involves helping the whole body through the use of hot and cold foods, herbs, and spices, along with practices such as cupping and acupuncture (CDC 18). The Vietnamese culture is one that is beautiful

Tammy’s parents signed her up for a meal plan while she will be living in the college dorms and also gave her a spending budget for going out or buying supplies and food. She realized that she had enough supplies to last the semester so she decided to spend the money on healthy food since she was not sure what the cafeteria was going to offer. Tammy and her roommate Jennifer head off to

Kroshawn is a junior at Pooptown High School. He is hoping to have a great college education when he graduates from High School, while trying to make friends in life. As he prepares for school, his mother makes him toast with butter for the go so he won’t be late. Kroshawn woke up and slipped quietly into his bear suit. “Bye Mom. See you after school,” Kroshawn said as he exited through the front door of his house.

Although I m not Japanese, I have lived in Japan for several years. I have to admit, I fell in love with Japanese cuisine. The taste and the aroma fascinates me and I can not help going back to Japanese restaurants every now and then. More than anything, I love rice!

Crash! Bryan Song 7A “Crash.” Jack couldn’t stand any more of this. It had just been a normal school day, but now he was running from an army of crazed robots. He could smell the smoke coming from behind him, all the buildings getting burnt. Tony, his friend, had also gotten into