Personal Narrative Essay

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

I had thought that high school would be no different than the past. Work hard, pay attention in class, and meet standards for every teacher. I was wrong. My teachers were supportive and only held the most basic of standards for all their students. They worked hard to provide us with assistance to succeed in class and be caught up in lessons. By the first grading cycle, I had exceeded all previous expectations my family had of me. I was both joyous and sad though. Now that I had reached the only goal I ever cared for, I was unsure of what to focus on next. This led me to ask my peers for advice and I realized that most of them also did not know what they wanted in the future. Thusly, after thinking and conferencing with others, I began thinking for myself what I wanted for my future. I was still being held at a high standard by family and friends, however I now had time for myself. I was free to decide what kind of future I wanted. Though afraid as I was of my unknown future, I was

HIgh school has always been easy for me, and probably for the majority of people that have been through the school system in America. 20 years ago there wasn’t a such thing as a program like northland CAPS for high schoolers. Also 20 years ago you didn’t need a college degree to pursue most careers. For me I’ve always been a procrastinator, even the application I submitted to northland caps was late. I’ve always been comfortable talking in front of large crowds and I’ve always been comfortable with myself. However, I was tired of the traditional classroom as well. The repetivness of being in highschool learning the same material has the juniors did before you. I wanted to try something different my junior year, and I knew that there wouldn’t be very many juniors in this program making it a bigger challenge for me.

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

I never would think about showing an animal. I decided to go wild and show a steer my junior year, I did not think about showing an animal so big before but it was worth the wild. I knew it would be hard work, dedication and responsibility. I worked so hard to get where I wanted that steer and it sure did pay off. Being successful is something that someone feels when they work for something that they tried so hard on and then succeeded in it. Success is the way I felt when I was getting ready for the show while I was standing to be called in my class and how I felt when I got out of the show ring.

Ten years ago I was celebrating my 49th birthday and on the verge of a life changing decade. After months of mammograms, tests, and biopsies, I heard the dreaded three words "you have cancer". You know that cliché movie scene where the character is sucked to the ceiling and watches the doctor from above and all she hears is a muted "blah, blah, blah"? That was my reality. I lived in what felt like a dream state for several years after hearing those words. One cannot be and will not ever be the same after a cancer diagnosis, in particular after your two favorite body parts are cut from your body. Fast forward to today, my 59th birthday and after many surgeries and procedures, I am living my "new normal". After my deconstruction and reconstruction, many

Something that interests me is volleyball! I love volleyball and I play volleyball for my school and I play club volleyball for the NKJV club! I play with all of my friends and we have so much making cheers and nicknames!Were all getting ready for the game! We are getting dressed, doing our hair, putting our knee pads on and our gym shoes! When we're done we start stretching. We are running, and stretching our legs and arms. Then we practice serving, passing, hitting (spiking), and setting! We are all stretched and ready for the game to start! In the corner of my eye I see a blue ugly jersey with the name Blessed Sacrament on it! “Oh no!” I shout. The ref raises his voice and says,”C’mon everyone, let's start the game.” “Ok” my coaches exclaim.

I could tell you so much about me like I have moved 3 times with my mom but never with my dad, or I could tell you more about when I lost my cat Egon but that is not what I am going to tell you about. Today I will be telling you about all about me.

High School was boring! High School was dreadful! The ring of the alarm clock at 6:00 am in the morning was miserable. I wanted to get out as soon as possible because no one understands how hard my life was. When the teacher assigned too much homework for the night, my classmates and I let out huge “awwwgghh” sounds. Then comes the excuses, stories, and busy schedules of students. Upon graduating, I thought, “Yes, I am finally out of this black hole!” However, thinking that high school and college are the same, affected me greatly and made me stumble on my path. In today’s modern

It was late, but that's when the woman preferred doing her workouts. Yoga seemed the perfect way to end a day -- stretching, relaxing, ...... . She walked onto the large mat and stood in front of the mirrored wall. She removed her black jacket and let it fall to the floor next to her. She felt slightly self-conscious in only a loose tank top and bun-hugger shorts, but she knew she'd be alone. She began by doing a few simple stretches before moving into her yoga positions. She began with the Downward Facing Dog. She closed her eyes, feeling the stretch along the back of her legs. From this position, she moved her feet farther apart and brought her hands to grasp her ankles as she moved into the Wide-Legged Forward Bend. She let her head hang,

Where I want to start telling is the day I broke the family. It was christmas, the happiest time of the year for a teenager, receiving presents -or money- from anyone and everyone. We were at dinner when all D.B could talk about was his crumby book, it’s nice and all but just because he has money doesn’t mean he has to talk about ALL the goddamn time. Tonight I wanted to go to the hamburger joint for dinner tonight but of course D.B wanted to go to this fancy new restaurant so that’s where we ended up going. D.B always gets what he wants, ever since he was a child, he was the kind of kid that every parent and teacher loved, he was so intelligent and courteous and compassionate UGH! What a brown noser. I could not stand to listen to one more minute of my brother D.B’s goddamn successes and accomplishments, blah blah blah, so he wrote a book, a book about a stupid kid and his goldfish, for that he makes money? Any dummy could do that. Half

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and