Narrative Essay For High School

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

Sunset Beach High School. It is a rough neighborhood there especially in sports. If your going out for sports you must know these three essentials to staying alive. Number one is do not ever be a try hard in practice. Number two is if you're not a starter stay away from the starters or it might get violent. Number three is never upset Oliver.

I started this holiday season off depressed! I can’t lie I wanted to skip it! I wanted to leave to a tropical place and forget about the holidays! Why; Because I didn’t get my way, because the world is a mess and my feelings are hurt about it, because my family is too and I can’t fix it. I felt as though my life was a mess and I couldn’t celebrate that. I spoke to a friend about this and this is what she said in a nutshell… “You are looking in the wrong direction. You are so focused on the things that have gone wrong you are not seeing the things that are right. Turn around.” So, I did. This morning I opened my computer and looked at all of the photos that I have taken this year this is what I discovered…..

I sit with my feet crossed in one of the two chairs, holding a Better Home and Gardens magazine to distract me from the sterile views and smells of a medical office. After finding no resolve for my stress in the pages, I glance up and immediately spot what looks like an EXIT sign, but its lettering shouts at me, ¨AUTHORIZED ONLY, MAGNET IS ALWAYS ON. ¨ Then, my vision is caught again, and I look down below the two vast white doors and there lay a massive black rug. It also screams, ¨AUTHORIZED ONLY, THE MAGNET IS ALWAYS ON¨ in the same big, chunky, red font as the sign hanging above. The words cry out to me as if to warn me of what is to come from behind those doors. I look down and twiddle my locker key in my hand anxiously as I wait for the Radiology Technologist to pick me up from the small waiting room.

A circle of men in yarmulkes and prayer shawls danced in circles around me, singing as loud as they could so that God could hear them. Torahs crawled around the sanctuary along with my neighbors and family, who greeted each other with humming songs and laughter. These beautiful tunes and prayers took turns drowning each other out in my ears. My synagogue’s atmosphere of joy and community lingered in my mind as the congregation began to settle from its celebration, and as my rabbi delivered his weekly sermon covering the Jewish idea of Tikkun Olam (Hebrew for rectification). He taught once again that Tikkun Olam charged us, as Jews, always to do our best in giving back to the world and repairing it to a state of perfection.

It was four AM in the morning when it happened the first time, mother rapping on your knuckles to get you up for practice, you were six. If you missed a single note or were off key you received more punishment; or as Maman called it, constructive criticism. Your knuckles bleed on the white keys of the piano, you sobbed, Maman only got more enraged.

I met my brother and sister from across a classroom desk in the basement of Saint Anthony’s Medical Center. I was walking into my first Alateen meeting with my biological sister, Alex, with a blank stare and a mind overflowing with thoughts of why and how I had gotten there. Alex and I sat down next to a boy, who was about sixteen years old with tan skin and brown hair, and a girl, who was about twelve years old and looked just like him. Fast forward three years and I found myself moving the boxes of these two into a new house. Everyday I am rendered by the mere thought that if I hadn’t gone to those meetings, if my mother hadn't gone to those meetings, I would have lost another father.

You know that friend that you try to ignore whenever they wave at you in the hallway? At first they were okay but now it’s embarrassing to be around them in public. The friendship sort of just happened and you don’t know how to let them down easy. Playing an instrument is a similar feeling, at least in my opinion. There’s a reason why I’m not as willing to let people know I’m in the band and play the clarinet. The clarinet isn’t even that bad and I’ve had some good memories in band but people don’t need to know that. They should know the struggle it’s been ever since the beginning.

“What do you want to whip up today, sweetie?” my grandmother asked as I ran in the house soaking wet from sitting on the flaming hot bus. Many different pleasurable, delicious foods shot into my mind like a bullet shot from a gun; I wondered what activity we would do after eating. It never failed; my grandmother always had a way of lifting my spirit after a tough day at school. It is the memories of our bond that will forever hold a place in my heart.

What started to be a beautiful day turned into a dark, stormy night. As the dry lightning cracked across the sky. I had storm clouds gathering in my eyes. I couldn’t wait for the so called twister the weatherman called for. I wanted everything to be blown down. I wanted nothing left. I wanted every brick, board, and every door destroyed. I wanted every window shattered until there was nothing left. I started to hear the screaming sirens as I looked around there was no one to be found. So I locked myself in the basement as I listened to screaming wind. I heard my dad scream “Bri let the rest of us in I had to call your brothers down to take some shelter.” I smiled as I let them in and thought to myself, man I can’t wait to see the damage that will be done. I kept telling myself maybe every brick, board, and door would be destroyed and every window shattered.

The burden of motherhood can prove to be far too tough for some women in today’s society. One habitually is informed about a woman who either abandoned her child for adoption to a firehouse or even worse, which could be better, left unmentioned. Some mothers can fill the role of motherhood and beyond. The female who filled this niche in my lifetime was Zulma Enid Saldaña. Not only did she go above and beyond with her role as my mother, but also surpassed expectations as a father in my life as well.

One would think that purchasing your first home would be a very fascinating experience; after all it is one of the most major purchases of your entire life.  In America, home ownership ties in with the American Dream and the spirit of working hard to one day earn through hard work a home with a white picket fence. My husband and I felt that it was time for us to reward ourselves for all the hard work we have been putting in over the years by purchasing our first home, which was well overdue. I quickly learned the process of purchasing your first home can be very frustrating and stressful. However, if you survive the home buying process the reward is priceless once you move

I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, there wasn't a problem, so I just went back to sleep. The next time I arose from slumber was when the chirping of my alarm clock cut through the defining silence of my apartment.

“Good,” Madge answers genuinely. “I finished with about a minute and a half left on the clock.”

Hannah was more relieved than she dare let on when a reply came through shortly after hers was sent. He wasn’t ignoring her. Though it was more than evident that he was annoyed. In truth she understood, if he had longed to hear from her half as much as she had longed to respond then he had every right to be cold with her. She read through the message a few times, not wanting to make him wait again, but also not wanting to miss anything important in her excitement. The way he had signed off suggested that he wouldn’t be responding anytime soon.