Esguerra‚ Aya Micaela Q. English1 Narrative Essay My First on Firsts Never have I ever been the risk-taker type of person. I kept on rationalizing and reasoning out that things should be done according to a valid purpose just to avoid being asked to do them. And frankly‚ I found every purpose or reason other people trying to convince me tell‚ in any way possible‚ invalid. I have escaped many adventures in life and lost opportunities that were already laid out in front of me. I practically
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wrestled the car for control. Sweat and blood poured down her beautiful face and she wiped the sleeves of her uniform to clear it. Just last night‚ she promised herself that she will keep the crispiness of her brand new police uniform at least on her first day in the job. All her plans‚ of course‚ went down the drain when World War 3 started that morning. The pickup truck following them stopped at the entrance of the alleyway‚ surprised by the young cop’s maneuver and is unable to follow. She smiled coldly
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“My heart started beats up very high‚ like someone has put huge stone over my head. Every time I end up with question how and why. There is not any reason‚ yet‚ but I believe it is just a early stage‚ -age under teenager-that was keeping me afraid. I was afraid to go to school in America. Yes‚ my first day of school in America which always will be remember and it will always be shared because it may not be only my feelings‚ but it could be point out back to you as well. I could feel the hot summer
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12 February 2013 My First Day at Work When I was a kid‚ I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to get a job. Sure‚ it would be a good way to make friends and learn how to prepare myself for the real world‚ but for me‚ it was mostly about making my own money. Having to ask my parents for cash every time I needed some annoyed me‚ mostly because they’d always say no. Every time they did‚ I would always whine and complain about how different things would be when I had money of my own‚ how I would never
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The first and last Dan Savage‚ an American writer‚ once stated‚ “Ultimately life is disease‚ death and oblivion. It’s still better than high school” (Savage). This quote represents what my high school career was like; for example‚ I have been to 4 different high schools. I was in foster care‚ so I would move around a fair amount. Moving around‚ I experienced many first and last experiences in high school. Despite what Savage stated‚ not all of my first and last experiences in high school were horrible
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anyways. I was pretty nervous. On the first day of school‚ my mom woke me up by turning on my light and said “first day of school! Wake up! I then went downstairs and quickly ate breakfast. Then I raced upstairs to my room to get dressed‚ followed by brushing my teeth. All I could think about was that it’s my first day of middle school. The more and more I thought about it‚ the more butterflies I could feel in my stomach. Before I left‚ I brushed my dark‚ straightened hair‚ and said “bye mom
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The first day of high school was soon approaching and I could not stop thinking about how I will be feeling when I step foot onto Arvin High School. Summer vacation seemed too short and I definitely wasn’t ready for the start of freshmen year. Shortly after I was telling myself‚ “I can’t wait to get out of here!” I knew that my decision to be here today would help me in the long run for my career‚ but I had no motivation. I remember my first days of high school were the worst. Everything that
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to going to my first day of 6th grade tomorrow. I am super nervous‚ I just moved here to Fruitland from dover. I’m going to bennet middle‚ I have no friends so far maybe it’ll change. I hope my ‘’condition’’ won’t stop me from getting new friends. I guess I should tell you then‚ I have a tumor in my head and its fatal‚ and my doctor told me to just live the remaining time I have left. Today is it my first day of sixth grade‚ I’m scared but happy. My home room is Mrs. Richards‚ Math‚ my least favorite
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this term has defined my entire life over the past four years. My first taste of high school was in the spring of my 8th grade year. My band director hosted a marching band clinic for rising freshman. Fresh off of a personal victory of being awarded the Director’s award for Musical Excellence‚ I eagerly attended. After getting the taste of high school marching band‚ earning a spot on the snare line my freshman year‚ and getting my music down‚ I was ready to march my first steps on the field.
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this anymore. I thought‚ trying to focus on writing down my math homework and zone out the laughter surrounding me. I know- melodramatic eighth graders‚ everyone hates ’em. But I’m different- I swear. You just don’t know the whole story. It started when I walked into this wretched class. The worst thing in the history of bad things ever happening to people happened- I tripped. I know‚ oh the horror! But that’s not just it. I tripped. On my TIED shoelaces. And fell. And people stared. And Aaaughhhghgh
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