Personal Narrative Essay

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

Deep in Unova, a forest was alive with the sounds of bug and bird Pokémon. A newly hatched Sewaddle crawled along the branch of a tall Oran berry tree, eyeing a particularly large, juicy looking Oran berry dangling tauntingly above its head. The small bug Pokémon reached up with two of its stubby legs, resting its body weight on its remaining four. Unfortunately for the Sewaddle, the berry was still out of reach. Growing frustrated, the little Pokémon raised its body higher and stood on only two of its six legs, its body straining as it tried to reach the berry.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

Every other day, Esther’s mom sent her to fetch the eggs for the kingdom. The kingdom of boredom, strictness, and no fun. Esther remembered when she was a kid and there were no responsibilities, just fun. The kingdom deemed that kids could have fun until the age of 16, when maturity and responsibility was expected and it was believed and ingrained in every one’s minds that fun was only for the children. That’s how work got done. You had fun, then you were put to work. Never to step out of line, never to have fun, never to be different. Queen Natasha, Esther’s mom, believed in adhering with the rules. She followed and stood by every rule formed, invented, and passed down from the generations because according to her, that was what worked. Esther always tried working, but her mind wandered to practical jokes and

Looking at the broken fences yards away, they stare back at me, and ask if I am broken too. The answer is yes. Ever since the incident, I haven't been the same. I haven't been able to laugh the same, talk the same, or do the same things I could do before it all happened. And trust me, I could do a lot before it happened.

She is just a person, one of us but different. Wanting to be the best and to be recognized for it. Giving it her all anywhere and anytime, always putting her best foot forward.

Peru is a beautiful place to visit. Several years ago, my dad was deported back to Peru, his home country. A few years ago my sister and I wanted to go and visit him in Peru. Well, on the day we had left to the airport around five in the morning, we never thought that we would be able to see him. When my sister and I got to the airport, we checked in and cleared all the security. Soon after, we said our goodbyes to our parents and we boarded the plane. The excitement was uncontainable, as if we were little kids going to a theme park. We never thought we would actually be able to go and see him in another country. A few minutes later, we were on the runway awaiting the clearance for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s jets were incredible, like driving for the first time.¬¬

…I stepped out of bed onto the cold floor. Then I began to head down stairs. I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and had my morning coffee. Then once I finished the warm coffee, which was quite nice on a cold November morning, I unlocked the front door and headed out to check the mail box but before I could take another step, I stopped and noticed something on my front porch, I bent down to get a better look and realized it was an iPhone…but what was a ‘very new looking’ iPhone doing on my porch at 11am? I picked it up and pressed the home button to turn it on. It was a brand new iPhone that had just come out a few months ago and was suppose to have the best camera a phone could have. Being a photographer, I quickly opened up the camera.

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

Gasping, fresh air fills my lungs. Bitter cold, I open my eyes, a blinding white room occupies my vision. Again.

One day my grandmother and I were at a bookstore, shopping for a friend’s birthday party. Then three new Warriors books that had just come out had caught my attention and I had wanted to read them for the longest time, I was 8 at the time so I was rather bankrupt besides a few quarters! So I asked my grandmother about ways to earn money, she suggested I could complete my chores or help out with the upcoming garage sale. It was a wonderful idea. my father and I agreed that anything I sold I was able to keep the money for. So first I pulled together a pile of aged toys and clothing and put them neatly in boxes. I had made up to twenty five dollars from the garage sale, but that still wasn’t enough so I thought, “I have a loose tooth I could

Growing up with two older sisters I looked up to them as great role models. Whether or not if they realize it, I watched everything they did as they became active members of our local 4-H club and got involved in school. I grew up with early Saturday mornings to watch cross country meets, and late summer nights during the fair. My two sisters have influenced my life in a vast amount of ways, and I am grateful for the valuable lessons they have been able to bestow upon me. Along with watching them get involved in high school, I also watched them purchase their own vehicle. However, little did I know they didn’t own these vehicles as they both received car loans in order to purchase them. Each of my sisters had a different experience with their car loan and they each taught me a different, yet valuable lesson about what to do when I purchase my own car.

“Mouad; you better take care of your brother, I’m going to do shopping and I’ll come back in about 2 hours”, Ordered Mother. I was still sleepy like a man who hasn’t been one night sober, scratching my scalp since my hair was long and oily. I still remember one of my classmates calling me snow head towards the end of term 4 since I was shattering dandruff all over the carpet in my classroom. I then ate Nesquick cereal and had a moment of clarity to decide on what to do today. My brother then pursued to start watching Toy Review channels on Youtube which I believe does nothing but make little children spoiled, like brain washing children in Sierra-Leone to fight in the local militia. He then put the volume on the television to 62%, the reviewer

The best hour of my summer happened to occur during my family vacation to Laval, Quebec. It was the morning of our second day at Le St-Martin Hôtel. My family and I were on our way to the continental breakfast that was to be provided by the hotel, as informed by the lady at the front desk during check-in. Prior to our entrance, my expectations for this breakfast were not anything more than they were for the complimentary breakfasts I had eaten in the past. However, what I was about to realize was that this was no ordinary continental breakfast, but more an authentic French feast! As my eyes skimmed the grand banquet room, I was captivated by the numerous breakfast items on the tables displayed throughout the room. The dining tables were located near a large, polished balcony, of which the doors were opened. The elegant decor and classy chandeliers were also a divine touch to the ambience.

Looking back on my childhood, it is clear to me that I was never a very feminine girl. I remember asking to pee outside; trying to be like my older brother when I was only just in diapers. I did wear dresses, and I had some skirts that I enjoyed wearing, but only to church. However, I can distinctly remember getting grass stains on my Easter dress from the time I left the front door to when I reached the car sitting in the driveway. I never really felt the pressure to look nice; this has been permanently documented in any pictures from before middle school in which I was wearing an outfit of my choice. My look until about seventh grade was a slicked back ponytail, a t-shirt, and basketball shorts that were handed down to me from my older brother.