Personal Narrative Essay

Its third hour, we are upstairs in 11th grade high school, I am in the soft comfy chair, the beanbag, i'm here for being the 1st student with a clean record. (No punching, No teasing and helping people) a lot.and were in the 3rd hour class and everyone is working hard on their book, they are reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and they want to read it because the first person to finish wins a treat. Juan had finished with his book in 1 hour, A.K.A. a long time ago, and the teacher had already given him his treat, just a apple, but he didn't tell the class that he got the treat or what the treat was.

Fatigue has manifested in both my mother and I, you can tell by just looking at us. I saw it in her eyes as she looked at me—but it was not really when she looked at me; rather, it was when she looked away. Her physical being was with me, but throughout the interview I wondered if her mind was elsewhere. The likelihood of her mind being elsewhere was rather high, given that we were discussing her lifelong battle with diabetes. Although my mother was diagnosed with diabetes during her pregnancy with me, according to her doctor, her body was extensively damaged from the years the diabetes went undetected.

I had had my hands full making chocolate chip pancakes along with sausage, bacon, eggs, and toast, all while in the middle of mixing a container of frozen concentrated orange juice into a pitcher of water when I heard my mama say, “Oh, dear.” somewhat somberly while she read the local paper. I of course had then asked her, “what?” and she said that it was nothing. My curiosity had been piqued though, so I again asked her, “what?” this time a little more urgently. She than glanced towards me with shifting eyes and said, “You remember that man from the drug store, the man who yelled at me?”

When I was in the second grade of school, my grandmother made fried chicken. I got so sick that my stomach was in prodigious amounts of pain and I was vomiting. My grandmother called my mother to let her know I was being taken to the hospital and why. My mom and I informed her she was over reacting; also, the pain and vomiting was probably just the stomach flu or food poisoning. My grandmother, having lost a son four months before I was born, didn’t take risk when it came to health. She knew how something major could appear so minor.

Boom! As soon as I let that ball go, I knew instantly it was a kill. The libero, the best passer on the team, just watched that ball drop right in front of her. The whole team was shocked that an 12 year old could hit that hard. It was the big Southeast Qualifier tournament, the biggest and the last tournament of the season, so I had to end it on a good note. This is when I realized I would continue my volleyball career in high school. Following that, I played an additional two years of club volleyball. When I made JV as a captain and starting player my freshman year, I was proud of myself.

As a student at Saint Ignatius, I was forced to overcome multipe setbacks in my highschool career. The one with the greatest impact on me, however, took place at the beginning of my sophmore year and has lasted to this day.

This past week has been full of experiences, good and bad. Last Thursday we had an end of life scenario for our foundations in medicine course. The scenario consisted of a postoperative patient who developed a blood clot and was brain dead a short time later. The reason for the clot was a medical error. He was never given prophylactic anticoagulants. Therefore, our job was to inform the patient’s brother what had happened and why. Needless to say, it was a tense scenario, but I’m grateful to have been able to do it in a simulated situation before having to do it for real.

It was early one Autumn morning,to early for me to be awake,I had a Thundercats soccer game at 6 o'clock in the morning. We drove for a hour and a half to my 6 o'clock morning soccer game in Romeo. When we got there I was the only one there,So my dad and I practice my soccer skills: kicking ,running ,shooting ,and goalie. I remembered when I was younger I kicked a goal in our goal again but I did not care about it because I was on a regular team not a professional travel team. When everyone got there we practice our skills kicking,running,shooting,and Goalie for Cam. I played defense when we started the game because, I can get back to my position very fast like as fast as 1.2 seconds. I visualize that our team will win the game and we will be jumping up and down.

I wake up and walk downstairs where I grab a granola bar. I can hear the snores of my dad all the way across the Apartment, Probably hungover from his party last night with some of his friends.

I was told by a counselor that as kids we have an understanding that our elders, such as our grandparents are most likely to pass away, and are not prepared to suffer unexpected losses. It was Sunday night, I was sitting in my living room arranging my 12 pack of brand new sharpie highlighters, which I was thinking about sharing with my friend Monday morning at school. I was in fourth grade, my mom was out of town, she would be home in a couple of hours. My dad came into the living room and asked if he could change the channel, I agreed. I would have usually gone into my room since he turned on the news, but I stayed. Minutes passed, the tv now a faint sound in the background, until I heard the name Nicole Cho. I looked up surprised to hear my best friend's name, but I was confused when I saw her sister's picture.

It’s not every day that I lose a hero such as yourself. A hero that told me his life troubles and how he overcame them. I can remember when I was a little girl growing up with you and it brought me pleasure (joy) to see you before you left. I did not know you had to catch that morning train to heaven so early. The saddest part was not knowing that I only had one day left with you. It took me until that day of his funeral to realize that I could not tell you my secret’s because he was gone and never coming back home.

“I’m going do it! I’m going to jump off the table!” The Young boy jumped from the table, knocking a bottle of water onto my homework, which was almost complete. “Bro! I’m trying to do my homework and you be an idiot jumping off the table spilling water onto my homework!?” I angrily picked up a soggy piece of paper. “ARGH! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE! IT’LL TAKE HOURS TO DRY THIS!” I was furious with him, Why did he have to do such idiotic things all the time?

It was 3:05 and there was only 55 minutes left until summer. I was waiting all day for school to get out. I was thinking of all the stuff i was going to do for summer. I was looking forward to swimming playing x box, football, and going to sandy pines. When I finally got home after a long day at school.

“Ok.... I guess,” Anna replied in between bites of food. The rest of lunch was spent with Anna and Naomi sharing about family, and family history. Although Naomi did most of the talking.

“JOE!, it’s time for you to leave for school!” hollered Joe's Mom from the kitchen. Joe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, Mom I'll be down in a minute.” This was going to be his first day at his new highschool, without his friends that were still in Canada. Joe thought to himself, “I'm strong, I can do this.”