Personal Narrative-Empty Toilet Paper

Walking through the doctor 's office doors. I thought we came for just a normal checkup, but that 's where I was wrong. As my mother and grandma were filling out papers, I was asked how to spell something. I went to glance at the folder and I seen this sentence, “checking to see if tumor has grew.” I just read a sentence telling me my grandma is diagnosed with cancer. I felt like I couldn 't speak or think. I felt like my heart sunk to my stomach and I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. Right there, I wished there was something I could do. Why was this happening to my grandma? I felt helpless. But, I couldn 't imagine how afraid my grandma must have felt. That day, I knew that for my future job, I wanted to help cure people. Seeing my

It was a rainy day, for I felt gloomy, tired, drowsy, and drained. It was freshman year, and I was ready to compete in the regional championships of 1A high school swimming. I was going to swim in the 400 freestyle relay, and I was nervous, excited, ready, and energized. As I sat on the bleachers, where the CSD swim team was located. Before I knew it I was up on the starting block, just about ready to dive off after the previous swimmer made it to the wall. As I was swimming I was flying, soaring, racing and gliding. When I got out of the water after swimming 100 meters I felt gassed, juiced, exhausted, and spent. The raced turned out very well, for we beat Pine Lake Prep, as well as Thomas Jefferson Classical Academy. However, we did not

I’m not very good at writing. This paper that you're reading right now was a struggle for me to think of it. If I really try and work and keep brainstorming I can write a great paper, but it takes me forever.

One day while heading to my car from leaving work, I notice a homeless man near the dug out of the baseball field where I parked my car. He was playing with a harmonica. I notice how wonderful he sounded, so I complimented him and gave him a tip. It was only a dollar but he reacted as if it was one hundred dollars. He was so happy, he asked if he could sing a song for me and I replied Yes! After he sung his song for me, he shook my hand and told me I was a great

When I see somebody with cancer, I get really mad, I say to myself, ”Why must this disease be real. Why did God create something so horrible that it can affect anybody.” If it was I who had ten million dollars, I would donate it to St.Jude's Cancer Research Facilities because it is a deadly disease, it is a real-nonprofit research organization, and it covers all expenses for families.

When reading A River Runs through It, written by Norman Maclean, we uncover a number of wise statements. Not only does the narrator provide the reader with wise statements, but he also gives examples and shows us real situations throughout the novel. With each predicament or situation, we can learn important lessons. A few of these wise statements particularly stand out to me.

What is the most important thing you have ever had to prepare for, and how did you prepare for it?

One night, I woke up to my sister screaming; her body was drenched in sweat, and she repeatedly said, “I can’t move my legs”. I was young then and didn’t understand what she meant. I slowly lifted the covers off of her legs. They looked perfectly normal to me, so I asked her to wiggle her toes. Thirty seconds went by, and no movement occurred; she says, “I really can’t move my legs”. My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged

According to the National Cancer Institute, “In 2015, an estimated 1,658,370 new cases of cancer will be diagnosed in the United States” (“Cancer Statistics”). What if one of those cases was your mother? Husband? Grandson? What if more horrifically, it was all three? For Mary Kenyon, that devastating thought became a reality. In just three brief years, she lost her mother, husband, and grandson. All three of them battled cancer, and two of the three died from the disease. Through strength, resilience, and a whole lot of faith, Mary overcame grief and shows true heroism by inspiring people and helping them defeat the same obstacles she faced.

All of my life, I had known nothing, but Snellville, Georgia. Snellville was a very small city in Northwest Georgia, weighing in with a population of about 20,000. Since Snellville was where I was born and raised, I was used to what the city had to offer, even though it wasn't very much. My family and I had never traveled outside of the state for two reasons: we weren't in a financial position to do so and my father could not get the time off from work. It was the beginning of July in the summer of 02', when my parents completely surprised my brother and I with round-trip plane tickets for a two week stay in Greece.

It has been six years since I left Haiti at the age of four. For me it’s been a lifetime at this point. So long that I don’t remember any of the basic rituals of my family. Jet lag knocked me out so badly the night before, I don’t remember what I did after getting off the plane. Bleary eyed and confused I don’t understand why I’m being woken up. The desire to return to sleep so strong I nearly said a curse word. But in that moment a breeze blew in a mouth-watering aroma I didn’t want nor could ignore. My mouth was open to complain but my tongue sampled the scent and I was rendered speechless. I became so enveloped in the aroma that I barely noticed the coolness of the concrete floor nor the fact that I had even gotten up and walked to the kitchen table. My focus turned to the source of my tantalization. A cup that grandma placed on the table for me. It was just a simple cup of coffee with two sticks of cinnamon in it. The fragrant cup was match by an alluring flavor. It felt like a warm hug with a kiss from

“DING!” the ball collides with the bat and rolls all of the way to the fence. I take off, sprinting as fast as I can to get to 2nd base. I touched first and then landed safely on second base, smiling ear to ear and listening to my teammates and fans go wild because we might actually have a chance to win this game. Before I tell you if we win or lose, let me tell you about how my day started. (Great lead it caught my attention. )

As a student of Esko High School, I have come to notice that almost every year there is at least one project or paper that everyone dreads. Freshman year is the three-hundred word vocabulary project; junior year is the American author paper and senior year is the infamous I Search Paper. Throughout the years, I 've been told of how the I Search paper takes a lot of time and effort. When I was asked to go home and think of a few words that I might like to write about I made sure to chose words that I could relate to. The first word that came to mind was love; I wanted to write about love because there is an immense amount of it in the world and we 're all surrounded by it nearly every minute. The second word I thought of was hate: I thought

I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened?

I admit that I lack confidence. I believe the main reason is because I was not born in the United States, and English is not my first language. I was always afraid to appear to be different, and I have worked really hard trying to fit in. I believe during the process, I have lost my identity. Therefore, I decided to read The Confidence Code by Katty Kay and Claire Shipman. I wished I could regain the confidence I had before moving to the U.S.