Personal Narrative: Winter Break

The day was February 11, 2007. I had just woken up. I went to my closet to get ready for the day, threw on some clothes and went into the kitchen. The day was dark, the atmosphere had an unusual dreariness to it. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for my brother, cousin and I. That is when the phone rang. Every day, every hour that phone rings. I never thought my mom ever gets off of it. My mom picks up the phone and it was like a movie, someone calls and receives horrible news and drops the phone from shock. That was this scenario. My mom could not get off the phone any quicker. She calls for everyone to hurry up and get in the car, dressed or in pajamas. I knew something was terribly wrong, did my father die from a plane crash, or did my grandma fall?

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

The whole time I was at my grandmother’s house I kept asking is everything ok, but I kept getting the same response from my grandmother. She kept saying everything is ok. I overheard my grandmother telling someone about the accident. My immediate response was

When Thanksgiving Break comes, the last thing anyone wants to think about is family drama, ways of speech, and slang. Days before Thanksgiving, I always find myself studying slang that I have never heard of and singing songs that I would’ve never imagined myself listening to. All to fit in with my family. I rarely see my family, but when I do, I try to make it enjoyable. My family lives pretty far away and we have always been raised in two different environments. I live in Avon, “Home of the rich white kids”, they like to say. They live on the East Side of Indianapolis, “Home of the gang violence and shootings”, I always say back. Though it is the same state, it feels like we have been raised in two different worlds.

So I called my dad since that’s who I live with and he told me he was on his way to come pick me up at work and that we were going to the hospital because my grandma called him and said the ambulance came to the house and took my mom and rushed her to the hospital in the cities. My dad couldn’t tell me what was wrong all he said was “it wasn’t looking to good for your mother”. My dad came and got me from work and we drove to the cities. We go to the hospital and every one of my family members where there a greeted me with hugs. Everyone was crying which means that things are looking good for my mom. We probably stayed at the hospital for roughly 12 hours talking to family, doctors, and praying for my mom. A lot of family friends came to hospital and or texted me or my family. A lot of people posted on my mom’s or my Facebook wall praying for us that she would get better. After being up for 21 hours, the doctors said she was in good hands for the night. I didn’t want to leave her but I needed to sleep and maybe get ready for work tomorrow. So my dad and I agreed to go home and hopefully come back in the morning, so we said good bye to my family that’s staying there the

In this essay I’m going to tell you about what I did what I did over break, which was go to Colorado. I also received and gave presents throughout my whole family. Also my step sister came down from California to visit.

During the winter break, I did a lot of things and I spent most of the time with my family and friends. One of the things, I did during the break was to go meet my uncle in Hayward, California. It was a very long drive but it was worth it. When we went there I met cousins who I haven’t seen for a long time. Then my cousins and I went to the mall to do some shopping. Then on our way back from the mall, we went to theater to watch a movie. We spent our Christmas in Hayward and I got a lot of presents. Then we came back to Bakersfield one day after Christmas. Second thing, I did was that I went to go meet my elementary friend. She wanted me to come over to her house. So I went to her house and we did a lot of stuff. First, we baked cupcakes and cookies. Then we watched a movie and after that we played

Over Christmas break, I was invited to go to a friend’s house. I got the invite pretty late in the evening, but I still wanted to go. I still live with my parent’s, so that was where I was staying over break. Ever since I turned 18, I don’t really have to tell my mom where I am going or when I’ll be back, but I usually mention it to her, so she won’t be worried about me. When I decided to go over to my friend’s house, my mom was already asleep, granted it was not that late at night. I did not want to wake her up, so I just left without her knowledge. I thought that I was being thoughtful by not waking her up, but I decided to send her a text message for her to see when she woke up, so she wouldn’t be worried or wonder where I was. I woke up at my friend’s house to my mom calling me. When I answered,

We all wanted to know why, why she had done what she did. It was like the million dollar question on who wants to be a millionaire that no one knew the answer to. How it happened is the following, my aunt had gone to her house earlier that Saturday to make a list of the groceries my great-grandma needed for the upcoming week, she left for about an hour and when she returned she couldn’t find my great grandma, she looked everywhere until eventually she found her body hanging spiritlessly from a tree in the backyard. All my family has come to the conclusion that she was depressed; her husband had died just 5 months before of a stroke, her daughters became busier with kids and work therefore more distant, and she lived alone. I know we all wish we could’ve helped her, we all wish we could’ve prevented this; we all wish we could turn back time. My great grandma was someone I cared truly for and I hated having to see her go that way.

Six teenagers set out for a lake house to have fun for spring break. Billy was a smart guy but not many friends, Tommy was a Superstar at everything he does and he friends with everyone. Zack was a dancer that liked to dance and was very popular at school. Trini was a girl but she's was part of the guys. Kimberly was the queen bee at the school and all the guys liked her for everything. Jason was an Athlete that was good and was cool. These kids never would know going out to the lake house would be their last time as ordinary tenneagers. Tommy and Jason would always compete to see who was the best athlete but Tommy always ended up winning. At school, Billy and Kimberly set up a get together where everyone was going to have a spring break. As soon as the bell rang they

What am doing over break? I am going to the dentist on wednesday. and on thursday of cores im eat at my grandpa's house and watching the parade but before that me and my family are running downtown or at webster. but after we will come to my grandpas house and eat turkey cake mashed potatoes sweet potatoes and mac and cheese and a lot more. then on friday i will be doing nothing at all. but last weekend i went to my friends house, Riley i spent the night there and we had a blast the next day i went to another friends house and had fun. that is what i will be doing this weekend and what i did last weekend

I picked up the landline, shaking and not sure what to do. My mom told me not to dial those terrifying 3 numbers that could change everything. I typed them in the phone without pressing call, starring at them blankly as they blinked on the minuscule size screen. “Should I call, or should I let the situation be” were the thoughts marathoning through my head. My mom insured me that everything would be ok, and that calling would just make the dilemma worse. However, I had a strong gut feeling that this situation was unlike the rest. I knew that if anything was going to happen, that it would be up to me to act on it. Finally, I took a deep breath, collected my courage, and pressed call. “911 what’s your emergency?” is what I heard on the other

It was after christmas break and I was so excited to show all of my friends what I had gotten for Christmas, but the teacher shushed us and told us that we had to get ready for an assignment. She said we had to write an essay for an contest about our Christmas. I guarantee that I can win! I decided to write about a myth instead of writing about my prudent Christmas. I stayed up all night. To be honest this was a crucial competition because the prize was $500 and everyone was always tearing others stories up. I may be a hypocrite for being the only one writing a myth in my story but if it was going to get me $500 dollars then I was to do it! My story started out that we had to be very formal for our Christmas and wear dresses that I would never wear and the men wore these weird costumes. I brought my story to school and someone took my fully 20 page written story and ripped it up! So then I took hers and ripped hers as well and we had a legendary dual over our stories. I tried to cherish this day since it was my first actual fight. The girl I was fighting was pretty nice to me back in third grade in fact we were very comparable in every way so we became best friends. She was very

So, it seems like our freshman year is over, and we are now juniors. Surprisingly enough, Haruhi didn't make the rest of us do much during spring break, so I spent most of my time at home with my sister. However, the coming of April means the coming of school, so my peaceful days are over.

There are many experiences in my life that have made me a better person, but many of them mistakes I must confess. But there is one experience in particular that has made me a very grateful person. Not that I wasn 't one it just that it made me realize how lucky I 'm I and the things that really matter, and have real value. Most of my days I use to worry about many nonsense things like what I 'm going to wear, what I 'm going to eat or what restaurant to go to. 2 months ago life got me good jajaja.