Narrative Essay - Original Writing

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

Processing Technicians, recruiters, and military liaisons will all benefit from the procedure as it eliminates applicants wait times. Implementing this strategy will definitely enhance relationships with recruits and recruiters who live outside of the local area, giving them more opportunities to travel during daylight hours as they return recruits to their home safely. The process will help identify and reduce the number of ringers. Ringers are individuals who are attempting to be fraudulent testing or medical substitutes to help individuals get the proper ASVAB scores or meet the medical requirements to enter the military who would normal not be able to obtain them to enter for some reason. Through the cross training initiative

As the storm rolls over the house, lightning cracks in the distance lighting up the package on the front doorstep. The box had white and blue stripes on it with a red ribbon holding the lid on. As I was bringing it in out of the rain, I noticed a note on the ribbon saying “Grandma: bEWarE” It’s written with some sort of dark red ink and some sort of sticking indented into a splotch at the bottom of the card. I didn’t think much of it and left it on the kitchen table to look at it tomorrow. I awaken to the sound of the cardboard lid falling on the floor and the note from the ribbon left inside the box saying, “bEWarE.” I looked around franticly for a few seconds thinking someone was playing a prank on me, but nothing, just a silent house. I put the box and the lid in the bin and started to get ready for work but I couldn’t get the note out of my head.

As I saw him walk towards my locker at school, as he usually did after 8th period everyday, I could tell what was about to happen. My name was all that I would let him say before I finished what I already knew he was going to say. "You're breaking up with me". And then I just turned and walked away as he called my name yet again but did nothing to catch up to me. I walked down the hallway by the counselors office in the B building where my group of friends usually hung around and exclaimed that he had just broken up with me. They offered me quick condolences before I walked to my bus and sat quietly till I got home. What then felt like a bitter goodbye eventually felt like a necessary sadness in order to obtain happiness.

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It was a normal Friday in March except for the fact that I got my license. So my friends and I thought about what we were going to do now that I have my license. Well, we cruised around town thinking we were hot stuff and that we were better that most kids in school since I had my license before many of my friends. We decided that we'd go off-roading since I had the huge truck. It was a hunter green 1979 Ford F-250 Custom. It had huge 33-inch tires, a loud crackling exhaust, and a unique 2-inch thick oak plank flatbed. It really was a beast. So we roared around the backroads hitting bumps and flying into fields just causing a little mischief not doing too much harm. After a week of horsing around

As my 8th grade year in Willis Junior High began to come to a close, the pressure of high school arose earlier than I expected. Transitions weren’t something I was unfamiliar with, but losing all strong connections with great friends and amazing teachers scared me severely. I knew that after middle school, my closest friends and I would be separated. With busy schedules, contact was uncertain and limited. For the first time, I felt what real anxiety of entering a new area of my life was like. I thought of nothing but everyone’s expectations of me, and how I might fail without the support of my friends. Unfortunately, I concluded right away that I did not look forward to entering high school. The change in my emotions during this time was important

Everyone knows that “freedom 55” (the ability to retire from work at that age) has turned out to be a marketing slogan than a reality for most senior’s in America. But there are still an enviable few who were able to realize their dream (Susan Smith). In March of 2006, I became one of the few that saw their dream come true, at age 58. I retired after 28 years working with the mentally challenged individuals in a large state-run facility. I started working at the facility in the maintenance department, as a housekeeper cleaning the buildings. After two years in that position, I realized that I was capable of completing the duties of the assigned direct care staff, even though I only had a high school diploma. As a result of my natural empathic abilities to influence and manage people and the state offered promotional tests, I was able through the years to work my way up to a second level managerial position. Still, having completed all these levels in my professional life, I had not finished the main item listed in my preverbal lifelong goals, which was the completion of my college education.

The air was cold, bone chilling cold. A day like any other, or so we thought. We had just moved from Sedona, a small town in Arizona that was known for its beauty in the nature. We left because my dad got a new job as an electrical engineer at some big company based out of Ohio.

1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the

My husband and I had planned our Around Vancouver Island adventure for many months before releasing our 42' ketch from its confinement on the dock in the summer of 2013. Neither of us had sailed around our beautiful West Coast island before and it was with much excitement - and a hint of trepidation on my part - that we set out. I have always had a healthy respect for the ocean and my early days learning to sail were filled with accelerated heart beats and white knuckles. One never can tell when the ocean will want to swallow you whole and so my fear of the unknown was a niggling presence in my mind.

Going to high school was somewhat of a culture shock. New people, styles, cliques, and even some new language. I went from having a well established reputation at Forest Park Middle School to being a nobody at the high school. I didn't play sports, I wasn’t in band, I didn’t act in plays, I didn’t belong anywhere. I decided to roll with the same group of six people for the entire year. Life was dull.

It was the beginning of an endless summer, I did what I do every typical morning, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and turned on my computer. I reached for some snacks as I hopped on Discord, a free app for voice and text chat. All of my friends were on: Austin, Edison, Edmund. Including my brother, Kevin. They were chatting about how they missed each other and reminisced about the good old days. At that moment, I knew it wouldn’t be a fun summer without my friends with me, so I decided to plan for a hangout.

I stood paralyzed, taking small shallow breaths. The niter was causing me to cough more and more. Slowly I regained control over my body and started trying to fight my way out of the shackles. The wine was now starting to wear off. I had trusted Montresor and he has wronged me. Now it was I who wanted revenge. With one last blow to the shackles against the side of the stone wall, the area where the shackles were attached to the wall began to crumble away. After finally freeing from the shackles, I leaned against the wall out of breath. I had to concentrate on taking deep breaths.

Taking the ASVAB will help to find out which jobs are the best suited to the individual taking the test. Anyone can get a workbook to study for the test from a local recruiter. If someone is thinking of joining, they should talk to their local recruiter. They are ready to answer any questions someone might have. Basic traning. A person's inner strength and valuable skills will help him succed.(getting in step)