Debra A. Brown Narrative Essay (A Narrow Escape) Unit 1 The Context of Writing Chapter 9 February 17‚ 2008 A Narrow Escape On Monday‚ February 17‚ 2003‚ people ranging from the ages to 21 to 60 were getting dress for a night of dancing and mingling‚ at the E2 nightclub in Chicago. In the middle of winter‚ but not the windy city that usual occurs during this time of year‚ in Chicago. Each had plan their evening at E2 nightclub‚ which they had no idea what would take place in
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pillow. After you get up‚ you are able to see a imprint‚ nearly perfect‚ right where you placed your head. The pillow that I use is made out of fleece. Fuzzy fleece. Supports your head so you don’t descend into it. It is unlike the pillows that my family uses‚ you rest on top of it. Since it’s made of fleece‚ fuzzy and warm‚ you won’t get cold at night. The walls of my house are bodyguards. Large and wide‚ the walls act as a protector to the things located inside the house just like a bodyguard
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in my class read their books and smiled at whatever concealed story lay behind the words that I could never read. Stupid‚ dumb‚ slow‚ the words the kids at the school would use to define me‚ and I believed them. At least for a time. Dyslexia‚ my family discover I had it half way through third grade. When the rest of the class was starting Junie B. Jones books‚ and I was still struggling to read a book with a sentence per page. I remember not truly grasping what Dyslexia truly was‚ and the only words
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asleep‚ but instead stayed up to listen to the “grown up talk”‚ this talk generally consisting of what the next job would be. I have never really sought to think about what truly impacted me to want to attend a college‚ something not foreseen in my family‚ yet as I sit and type this I realize the many things that built in me the
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Looking for Home Her name is Orelia Marie Degraffenaried‚ she is my grandmother. I called her Ms. Pat. I honestly don’t know where “Pat” came from. I remember hearing someone call her Patricia and ever since then I’ve called her Ms. Pat. I love everything about my grandmother‚ moreover‚ she’s my favorite person in the whole world. When I found out she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s‚ my heart broke into a million pieces. It all started after my aunt’s death. My aunt was handicapped and my grandmother
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Some students have a background‚ identity‚ interest‚ or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you‚ then please share your story. College Admission Narrative Essay “Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”(Victor Hugo) It was in the comfortably lit classroom of my freshman general music period where I learned the influence that music could have in one’s life. My teacher would frequently
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of Teamster household means more than our father just being a member of the union. It means that my family and I are able to have a sense of stability. Stability to me means that my father is able to work without the loss of any of basic worker rights. Knowing that my father’s involvement with the Teamsters allows my family to rest easy. We are able to live with a sense of security knowing my family is provided with a wonderful healthcare program‚ a retirement plan for my father‚ and most importantly
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Throughout my entire life I would have never imagined ever having to deal with the loss of someone so close to me. My worse fear was something devastating happening and me not being able to deal with it. I always assumed‚ which is kind of crazy that my family members were immortal and would live forever‚ however on this particular day in January my life came to a screeching halt and I was changed forever. It all started a few months ago when my granny begin to get sick. She went from being totally independent
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practice. Concussions are way more difficult to cope with than most people think. I knew the people who loved me did‚ and that they would always be there for me. However‚ before my concussion I never truly had to rely on them. I love my friends and family to death but I am very independant. I hardly ever want help with anything because I want to do it all by myself and I am really stubborn‚ these arent always the best characteristics to have but it’s part of my package. Before my injury‚ I was the
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Page 1 Kiana Pizzo Professor Jarvis Composition 101 09 November 2012 Dance: There was a time in my life when the only thing I wanted to do was dance. It was like I couldn’t get up and start my day without releasing those wonderful endorphins. The instant high I would get just by moving my body and sweating really made me feel alive. There were days that I did not dance. I felt extremely lazy and my feet felt heavy like they were dragging across the floor as I walked. What a difference
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