Personal Narrative: Mean Cup

Aim: To be able to identify the five different fruit flavors of skittles by using the sense of taste, while the participants of this experiment are blindfolded.

A family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son, lived in a quaint little cabin shrouded in the thick foliage miles away from civilization. It was a late afternoon. A cool breeze swept over the silent, wooded neighborhood.

In my house, the division of labor is kind of simple just for the fact that it’s just my mom and I. Because my mom has a full time job and helps support me, I’m the one who does most of the household work. When I’m not in class, I’m usually taking care of the house in some way. I clean, cook often and make sure our home is habitable. I take responsibility for most of the house work because I don’t want my mom to have to put it the extra hours of work, known as the second shift, like she did when I was growing up. When I was little and my parents divorced, I lived with my mother. She worked the second shift every single day until I was old enough to help out. I could tell working that second shift was hard for her but every day she came home

Emilie and I both worked till 8 that Saturday. After work we went home and packed everything and headed out by 9. We then drove our way towards the cabin we got there at 10. When we got there we got situated with our room. We then sat outside with everyone until we went to sleep at 12. We then woke up the next day around 8 or 9 and had breakfast and ate some cereal.

It was a sunny morning and Allison Baker was sitting on her porch with her hands holding on to the sunflower coffee cup. The coffee smelled so fresh it blended with the morning air. As she was drinking her coffee and quietly into to town, Allison was listening to the morning birds in the far off distance tweeting away the wind was blowing silently in the distance.

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart was a drum, I was so excited but nervous at the same time while I was jogging out on the field. We were playing against the SaberCats, and it looked like it was going to be tough competition. What I didn't know is that the day was going to be turned upside down. Today I was playing first base, and number five was up. I was so nervous. Sweat was already dripping from my hands. And my throat tightened so tight, I felt like I couldn't breath. That’s when I remembered the time we were at tryouts. A year ago, when I was at tryouts, I was so nervous, sweat was dripping from my hands before we even got there. After the tryout, I was really happy with what I had did.. Then a couple weeks later, we got a call and they said

An aroma of Tim Hortons flew my way as I opened the cardboard box filled with delightful sweets. I gazed at a set of 12 Boston cream perfectly glazed donuts with rich creamy chocolate. All covered so evenly that it was astonishingly satisfying. Each donut was the same size, and was covered perfectly. Coated from every edge of the sweet ring-shaped fried cake. I picked up one of them to feel a warm but kind of rough, freshly baked decadent donut in my hands.

I never realized how gross wild strawberry and tangy citrus flavored Trident® Layers TM chewing gum tasted after 15 minutes. 58.6% of the mass of my sugar free piece of gum was lost after the experiment. Because the company had claimed that the gum contains no sugar, a type of sweetener must have been added instead. The flavor created by the sweeteners faded as the gum was chewed for a longer time. The sweetener had been absorbed and on its way to be digested little at a time. As the amount of sweetener decreased, the flavor rating naturally decreased as well. The percent sugar was only 22.04 for Trident® Layers TM in the class data. That is approximately half of the percentage I calculated. However, my percentage of sugar was similar to the

"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported."

It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.

The thought that the world would end simply because a culture ceased the production of a calendar was, in my mind, preposterous. But for an unknown reason my mind began to change. The story was on the internet, in the news, and there was even a movie made about it. I was becoming convinced that the world would truly end in 2012. I dreaded the day when I, and everyone I loved, would see the world come to a standstill; but we never did. December 21, 2012, was just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill kind of day. The world did not come to a halt, the earth was not consumed in flames, life continued on, and I realized that I had been

I jumped out from my bed at 6:30 when my alarm turned off. I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. My mom was drinking her coffee in her favorite red mug with my picture on it. I was going upstairs back, when I heard a sweet voice “ Have a good day Kailey, on your first day of seventh grade.” In my family, it’s just my mom and me. My dad had cancer when I was five years old. We just move to 367 Clark street Des Plaines, Illinois. I am starting my Seventh grade in Clark Jr. high.

yesterday, I was looking for something reddish, and last night there was a purple lettuce at the supermarket.

Winter was just around the corner. It was my first time in the biggest coffee shop in town. I could see the cheerful and brilliant lighting of the shop as I walked across the vast parking lot. There were tables outside the shop each with a brown vintage style umbrella. This particular coffee shop is not a cafe, it’s a coffee shop literally. They sell the finest coffee from all over the world. It also has a book corner in the left hand side of the shop where we can buy books. They make very good coffee as well. This place is an ideal place for students and employees to release stress. As I made my way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit me and the rich aroma of coffee which was delectable. The noise the customers made was immense which reminded me how popular a place this is.