Personal Narrative Essay

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

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

It was my Grandpa Buck his story changed his life. It was one beautiful afternoon my grandpa decided to go to the Drunken Bar and Grill after he was done with worked. He was going to meet his friend Peter there. They had a hamburger and some cold beer. After he was done at the Drunken Dar and Grill he went to another bar. He had some more beer and he got drunk and he had to call my grandma Judy to have her come pick him up. Then my grandpa decided that it was fun to go and party with his friends every Friday night. Then he said very quiet

Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story has always stuck with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”.

Facing the river, I could hear the hustle from the rows of bungalows crouched upon the long stairs behind me, along which mottled walls tumbled. I lived in an unusual part of this city; nearly abandoned after World War Ⅱ, it collected everybody from injured veterans to recently “re-educated” scholars, and recently, from pedlars to drug dealers.

Click! In the morning, my ears always wake me up first. Then the light from the hall slowly creeps through my eyelids. Slowly, I sit up in bed trying to get my brain to wake up. Moving like a slug, I start to get off my bed, and then walk to my closet. I grab my shirt, pants, and socks. As fast as a speeding NASCAR race car, I quickly put my clothes on. I then grab my baseball gear from my pile and then carry them down stairs. Then the smell of breakfast drags me down stairs. I sit down to a steaming hot breakfast. On my plate, there is 2 eggs, cinnamon toast, and spinach. To the top left of my plate there is a glass of milk next to my vitamins. Then on the top right there is steaming cup of bone broth. I eagerly gulp down my breakfast in

The young woman jumped, hitting several keys on her keyboard. She looked around her dark room and then to the clock on the computer screen. 7:00 AM.

Music may be the universal language, but those of us who spend our lives with it are expected to know it in depth, from early on. Many composers, whether traditional or experimental, have been steeped in Western classical music from the cradle. That was not the case with me.

Have you ever thought to yourself, “Today is the day that I will part from my family to go to a whole new country to work for a plenty amount of money to support each and one of them,”? Well, that’s exactly what my dad thought to himself when the time came for him to move to the U.S. when he was just only 16 years old, he heard that the United States was a country where you could be free. He was the only child, in his family of 3 siblings, to move to the U.S. hoping to earn the money that can support his family because of the place he lived in. A poor city, named Xiao Ao, with only a few cars and no tall buildings, unlike New York. My dad lived in Xiao Ao until 1990 he moved to New York not knowing a single thing about English hoping to go down a different path to change his life forever.

“ Wake up!” my mom says, as I lay in my bed. Then, I get up and put on my clothes. After I finish putting on my clothes, I jump into my bed, again. 5 minutes later, my mom yells, “Wake up!” again. So I brushed my teeth and went downstairs for breakfast.

Junior year, known for being the most strenuous academically, and full of the most changes: you get your drivers license, take the dreadful SAT and ACT, and the list goes on and on. I feel I grew up immensely through the course of those few months, not only on an intellectual level, but socially as well. I have always been confident and enjoyed conversing with my peers, however, I was deathly afraid of public speaking, and February 13, 2015 I was forced to face those fears.

A time that I tried something new, was when I jumped off of a cliff. I was so scared to do it, that I almost didn’t. My uncle had taken us swimming, and wanted me to try jumping. Might I remind you that I was only about six when this happened. I didn’t want to do it because I was scared I was going to drowned, but my uncle promised to hold my hand. If I never would have jumped, then I would blame myself for thinking about all the bad things that could happen.

My friend introduced my family to The Center for Talented Youth (CTY). “It’s a 3 week summer program where you choose from a variety of courses and learn, but it’s not that boring. You’ll have fun.” I didn’t believe that last part; it sounded like a non-stop learning and unappealing camp. I worked hard all school year and finished with high marks, so I wanted to stay home and play games. However, my parents were hooked on the idea of an educational summer and there was no way I could change their mindset. Soon enough, filled with dread, I packed my bags and headed to the Carlisle site to spend 3 weeks at the program.

It was a hot weekend in Arizona, and like every other day I was bored and looking for something to do. I decided to waste some time by walking around my neighborhood and see if any of my friends were out playing at the park. The idea to stop by the local gas station crossed my mind as I knew I was going to get thirsty on my venture. I popped the rubber bottom off of my all red piggy bank and spilled the change all over the floor of my room shared by my brothers. I scanned the change looking for every quarter I could find, knowing that I wasn’t finding and dollars because those have already been spent on Yu-gi-oh cards.

I ride my bike around my neighbourhood five times every Sunday night. I enjoy the routine of the same distance, at the same time, on the same day. It’s calming. Last night was different though. I wanted to push myself to the absolute limit. I wanted to ride until my legs burned, and then some. It’s the only time I’m ever alone with my thoughts, you know? Anyway, last night while I was biking around my neighborhood, something caught my eye as I rode by the trees that separate two roads. There was a brand new shoe in the road. I hopped off my bike to go look at it and noticed the second one a few feet in front of it. I went to check that one out and saw a couple pairs of shoes in a pile up against a tree.