The Statue Of Honor-Personal Narrative

The Honor Guard tryouts, they were a great deal to those wanting to be the best of the best. You had to train and endure everything that was thrown at you, prepared or not. Everyone that makes it goes it by showing off every movement and command they have learned. Even still you can’t prepare for everything. Laubach had always said throughout the process for training and performing the event. That was to work hard and have the endurance to continue on, even when you do not want to. I tell that to people today when they feel like they can’t continue on.

Before I joined National Honors Society, I was a shy, though dutiful student. I completed assignments, turned them in, and got a good grade. Nothing more, nothing less. Though my school career appeared successful, and I had minor volunteer commitments, it wasn’t until I joined our school’s chapter that I grew to feel confident enough to pursue excellence unabashedly.

Me and my friends went to The Legion of Honor museum in San Francisco. We went on a Saturday and it wasn’t easy to get there, it was a hour drive and it was raining really hard. When we got there the first thing we saw was the golden gate bridge right next to the museum, and we also saw a water fountain outside the museum. At the entrance of the museum we saw The thinker which looked beautiful. When we went inside we were greeted politely but everyone had to take of their backpack because they didn’t want us to accidentally knock something off. The inside wasn’t that crowded there were only a few people there. The first exhibition we went to had a lot of paintings of flowers. There was this one painting of flowers which I personally liked it

Djinda didn’t think her mother needed her anymore, her feet tapped against the wooden floor and headed into the kitchen. Her mother had received all these old appliances from an aunt who had died when Djinda had barely been one; she hadn’t been in any contact with any other family members – only her father. Djinda didn’t know her mother’s father but her father often told her he was a bad man; he could hurt her given the chance.

her mother (narrator) saw her. Through her reverie, we feel the mother's pain that her

I am here to vouch for my friend, Jake who has been charged with underage drinking.

Your Honor, I request to represent myself due to the financial in ability to retain an attorney. I plead Guilty to the suspended license charge; I was not aware, and not guilty to the failure to report charge. You’re Honor on August 5th 2014, after getting off work I went to a 7/11 of Newtown Road and Lake Edward Drive. I was simply there to grab a bite to eat. Once I purchased the items, I went to my vehicle the only car in the parking lot of the 7/11 roughly around 3:00am in the morning. Once I became secured in my vehicle seat belt on and ready to head home, I look over both shoulders and rearview mirror before backing out of the parking spot I was in.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

I opened the door of my small house and walked out. I remind myself what I'm supposed to be doing, my mother's words resounding in my brain. "Take out the trash and come straight back. Snow falls down on the streets of Poland, and the brisk cold of the the wind hits me in the face like a slap. My fingers went numb within my thin gloves, but I try to ignore the throbbing sting and walk on. I continue down the alley to where the trash was- or where I thought the trash dump was. I see a chalk board on one the walls on the building. I'm drawn to it, bypassing the scattered array of missing children signs without a thought crossing my 7 year old mind. The board was filled with names- Ada, Antoni, Yolonda. Some were written in a sloppy print, while

We’re going to visit Washington D.C since my aunt and uncle moved there for their jobs last summer. We have to go on a plane and i’m so excited! I can’t stop thinking about all of the monuments and memorials i’ll see there. This is probably going to be the best 2 weeks of my life! I hope I have a great time.

While the two women search the attic, a quilt starts up Naomi’s curiosity. This quilt compelled her to seek an answer to a mature question that would define her life forever; Why did my mother not return? She pleaded with Obasan for an answer; Obasan would not budge. I would have rejection and a parent’s rejection can fuel a child’s life, whether positive or negative. In my life I never had to worry about the love of my mother, it was my father’s that made me wonder. After the age of six, I grew up with my mother, sister and my grandfather, loved by all, except my father. At first I thought, I just needed to work harder so he would be proud when he, one day sees me on TV. Grade seven came and my father died so I was left with curiosity. I did not know why he left, I did not know what a father was, I just did not know. “Please tell me about” ( Joy K, Obasan, 31) my father, I would say, hoping to hear he was a hero or something that would make me believe he was capable of loving me just circumstances made it impossible. Like Naomi I got hugs and all the wrong kinds of comfort. “Where is she now? My arms are suffused with urge to hold, but a hug would startle

Hello "rickykillaz" here, Here just putting up some For Honor game play footage I thought it would be cool. I dropped some random footage because I play For Honor a lot and it is one of my favorite games to play right now. The first video is "Live" which is me going up against one of the biggest characters in For Honor history, the moment is called "Clash Of The Titans". The second video is called "View" which is me going around and show you the view of For Honor, while doing the "Chameleon Run" and show of my armor, Dou watch and

Chalk flying on our bruised shins and flip flop tanned, callused feet, as the ball kept bouncing. Up and up and up we go, passing houses one at a time. The ground scorching our unclipped toes as we race the cars up the street to the shaded part of the sidewalk. Pausing, only to catch our breath we wasted on hill sprints up to cooler ground, until we realize what we're stepping on. Sap as sticky as gum that has been sitting out in the sun all day, slowly dripping from the Pine tree hanging above us as if it knew the pain we were in. Out of the shade we went, dreading what lies ahead all thinking about the logic behind not wearing shoes. Finally turned the corner that led to the shaded cul de sac when he ran into her. She was not one of those ordinary neighbors. No smile rest upon this gut wrenching face that I remember from my

I buried my head into my mother’s shirt. My warm tears dampened her shirt, but I could tell she had no intention of pushing me away. There were other voices around me, but her’s was the only one that I cared to focus on. “You’re a strong and brilliant little boy,” she said to me, “you shouldn’t let this move break you down like this.” I knew she was right, but I was just so furiously confused that I didn’t want to acknowledge it. “How could you know?” I howled, “you’re not the one who’s spending hours alone every day because you’re too terrified to ask anyone if they want to play a game or hang out or even have a conversation!” My sobbing intensified. “No,” she quietly said to me, “but you’re not the only one who left Costa Rica to come here.”

“It is a shame that her father left her...this happened because her mother failed her job as a wife...she is so young...what was her father thinking?”, my relatives whispered as they sipped their tea. My cousin’s face turned pale like the white blanket of snow falling outside the lodge at the camp in Lake Tahoe. Her expression held so many emotions as if it was a canvas of a painting to be gazed upon. I could see that she felt frustrated and tired of these rude remarks, and all I did was just stand there and caressed the back side of her hands, so I could comfort her. Suddenly, it felt like the air had thickened so much that even a hammer could not slash it into tiny bits. My cousin had not yet known why her father left the house yesterday.