I brushed my teeth‚ put on deodorant‚ and brushed my hair (don’t want to look and smell like a hobo). Finally‚ I kissed my mommy and said bye as I headed out the door to go to school. At this point‚ I hopped in my car and proceeded to plug my phone in to the stereo. If I recall correctly‚
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My final project was a remake of my personal literacy narrative. Through this project‚ there were demonstrations of the many I began to lose interest in my writing. It showed how my high school took me from loving one thing so much and turning it something that is now simply just there. I still believe literature is an important skill that everyone must learn and know‚ but sometimes there can be many cases that cause you to no longer enjoy something. In my case‚ the reason for literature no longer
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no apology. We went to sit down and he offered me a drink which I declined because cream soda is disgusting. He kept pushing until I finally took a drink. I became wrapped up in the plot of Divergent with Zack to my left‚ completely absorbed in his phone‚ and Lydia to my right‚ completely absorbed in her date’s face. I somehow made it through the movie without walking out since I didn’t want to leave Lydia there alone with two guys we didn’t know that well. Her mom came to pick us up and we went back
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restored with running again‚ when I set a goal to run a half-marathon. Here yet‚ was another life-changing moment in my life.
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Soaring down the highway‚ I began to hear a ringing noise. My mother answered the phone to my grandmother crying hysterically that my grandfather was in the hospital. Stunned by the news‚ she frantically turned the car around and drove straight to the hospital. We walked into the melancholy yet high paced emergency room to discover my grandfather hooked up to an array of strange machines. I was petrified of why he suddenly became so sick‚ but also intrigued by the ill patients the doctors continued
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Deven Crowell 1/25/06 1st block Ms. Todd Personal Narrative The wonderful gift of giving is more precious than any material item that is just used for simple amusement. There is no greater feeling than the one you get from knowing you personally affected someone. In the situation that I’m going speak about‚ I got a chance to see how one’s joyous gratitude can emotionally touch another. Experiences like these are the ones that gave me an extra sense of maturity and also helped me grow to be a
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It was the depths of winter‚ and the view outside my window was not the familiar white sands of Kailua beach‚ but a thick blanket of snow. Nor was the sky outside a clear blue‚ but a stoic‚ steely gray. My German hadn’t improved much‚ even though I had been in Munich for three months. My host family was nice‚ but no true relationships had been formed. Cabin fever permeated the household‚ and the irritation coming off of my host family was palpable. Back home‚ I was ’adventurous
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Conner’s personal narrative My trip started out one day when we wanted to go to six flags. My sister‚ mom‚ and I packed up and decided to go the next day. We all woke up pretty early and we were excited to get there‚ we got in the car and left. We took off from home and got on to the highway. The highway was kind of busy with cars going everywhere and all the other places‚ the trip was going to take a few hours or two to get there so we brought some food and snacks‚ we was all ready to be there.
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nothing. No that all 18 cells in my area have been checked‚ I hear a faint voice from across the room. Wait‚ it’s the new guy‚ wow‚ what a surprise. “Hey buddy‚ how’d you get yourself in here?” “You look like a pretty reasonable fellow‚” He calls. “My name is John by the way‚ what’s
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Personal Narrative I remember the sheep. Everyday it would be there to greet me as I came in to daycare. It would be on the wall‚ staring into nowhere. I don’t blame it‚ after all‚ it was just a picture on a sign. My daycare was called Hitsuji Hoikuen‚ which translates to Sheep Daycare. I went there for many years‚ but one day stands out to me. On this day‚ there was a fly. All us older kids were sitting in the main room at daycare‚ lined up in chairs on one side of the room. We were three‚ four
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