Personal Narrative: The Roses Alpha Cookies

You are Walter, at the end of act 2 scene 3. Willy, man, I still don’t know what to think. Willy… don’t let it be true, please… I just wanted to help my family, man. I trusted you with that money, my life. I just wanted my family to be happy, live in a big house like what those white people got, with a garden, and my son can go to any college he wants to, and even though I hate to say it, Bennie can’t be a doctor no more… all because of Willy.

My Everlasting Quest I am a child of immigrant parents, although we are not the wealthiest and they may have had struggles when moving to Canada, my life has been great so far with the efforts of my family. It all began when I was born in Ottawa, at the civic hospital on May 12 2001. My full name is Morgan Lee Khai Chau. My parents come from Vietnam, they immigrated to Canada around the 1900s because of all the violence going around in their home country, they also wanted a better life and future for themselves and their families. My family is made up of my parents, my older brother and my older sister.

At my high school, the Beta Club is the most elite, respected, and prestigious club. It is filled with the leaders, the doers, the hard-working, and the individuals who turn their dreams into reality. It is not for everyone, and in our ever-changing society, that is clear. Most people today do not like to rise up to the ever-growing challenge of leadership. It takes a certain kind of person to be a good leader, and the Beta Club has greatly helped me in doing so. By active community service, leadership roles, and hard work, I have learned the incredible importance of academic achievement, character, leadership, and service. Through these things, I have been substantially prepared by the Beta Club to serve others as I depart high school and

Nothing is better than a freshly baked batch of chocolate chip cookies. They’re a delicious enjoyable dessert that everyone knows and loves. It’s hard to go wrong with these. Wouldn’t it be great if someone taught you how to make a perfect batch? Well that’s what I’m going to do.

Listen my grandchildren, to the story of my past, the good and the bad, how your grandfather and I met, and the cruelty of the world around us.

It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.

October 14 7:07 am: The raindrops glisten as i walk along the road listening to my walkman.

A goal that I set for myself in the past that I did not successfully accomplish would be to complete another (third) marathon. I had set out to finish three and I have only done two to date. I could say the reason is because we moved and I haven’t had the opportunity to run, but really it’s about commitment. I am not ready to commit to the training schedule quite yet.

In this nonprofit organization, I volunteer at different events around the Greater Kansas City area. I gained more than 15 hours of service work.

I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in.

I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming. As a result, I will know who our leaders are”. That proclamation was something that genuinely made me think.

Hi Journey Group! If you know me at all, you absolutely know that I crave new experiences and love to share them. This year, I have begun new adventures… from beginning a new job, to becoming the first African-American female Publisher in Charlotte, to fulfilling a life-long dream of writing and publishing a book. We all have connected at different points in my life, and by far, this is the most exciting time for me that I’ve had in a very long time.

Meet the Armstrongs, Alan,35,is the father,Mercedes,34,Mother,Zach,14,Boy,Nathile,10,Girl. My family lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. My dad is a middle school graph teacher for 8th graders. Family makes 5000 for Gross Monthly, and makes 60,000 for Gross Annual.

On the outside, Sage Foster looked like an average twenty-eight year old woman. Medium length, curled ash brown hair rested against her pale white skin. Her light brown almond shaped eyes were the best feature of her small feminine face. She married an average man, Mark Foster, who was a lawyer and provided for their family. Her suburban home, was the envy of all their neighbors, as it is furnished and decorated with perfection.

Now that we have all the wet ingredients and some of the dry ingredients. It 's time to finish the batter and cook. Here comes the scooping and baking. Now let 's finish theses amazing cookies. Now we get ready to add the sweets.