Vivian Key-Personal Narrative

It 's Izabella Katz. My mother bought me a beautiful diary as gift for my my 18th birthday almost two years ago and this is my fist time using it.It 's new year thanks to God and I 've never kept a diary before but with all of the events that have happened to me and everything currently occurring, I knew I couldn 't forget anything and if anyone else found this book, I wanted them to hear my story. I 'm just an average 19 year old girl who loves writing and literature and has had a lot of things happen to me in these past crazy decade. However, before we get in to the present, I want to shed some light on those 10 years. It all started when I born in Kisvarda, Hungary on May 28, 1924 to two loving but devout Jewish parents and one of eight

Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.

Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that

Growing up in South Carolina it was very adventurous. A warm night on October 03 2000 in West Palm Beach, FL Griz was born. I was born in JFK Hospital. But as soon as I born I moved to Dale, SC. All throughout elementary and middle school, I was called Dequan. But when high school started I was called Griz. My pops is a Chef in Florida. After high school, he went to a collinear art school to be a chef. My mother is Nurse at the Bluffton dialysis. After high school, she went to college at the trident university to be a nurse. My mother and pops met and high school and until senior year. I am the oldest out of all my siblings, but I had a sibling that passed away when I was younger. I have 3 siblings. I have two brothers named Aj and tiger and

I, Kevin Sandersons, am not a genius. I simply am determined to succeed in my future, yet my grades and actions in class imply the future Einstein is present, according to my classmates.

“It” was first seen in the late 90’s. It was said that many kids that were in the woods and driving alone would disappear. It would also be reported that people just walking on the street at night would go missing. This scared a lot of people that the mayor of Devils Lake, Lenawee County, Michigan had to make a curfew that to be to bed by sunset. Who ever broke this law was either put in jail or gone missing. This scared all but a group of college boys and there girlfriends. One night they took there low rider and rode it around after sunset.

It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.

Henry Bailey suffered from bronchial troubles. He would cough and cough until his narrow face turned scarlet, and his light blue, derisive eyes filled up with tears; then he took the lid off the stove, and, standing well back, shot out a great clot of phlegm – hss – straight into the heart of the flames. We admired his for this performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistlings and gurglings and involved the whole faulty machinery of his chest. It was sometimes hard to tell what he was laughing at, and always possible that it might be us.

I have been waiting since the start of summer for this day, the day to go against Topeka West the school that have been talking stuff for the longest. There was so much hype about this game and it was finally here, when the bell ringed at the end of the day i rushed out of class and got on the bus to head over to chandler our practice field. When we got there we all the football players loaded off the bus and when we got off there was a table of chips,water,gatorade,PB & J and fruit snacks so we didn’t play on an empty stomach. After we ate and got ready coach talk to us for a little bit and then we got on the bus to head to Hummer sports park, it was a loud bus but i don 't think coach cared because we was hype going to play t-west. Topeka high and Topeka west have been rivals for ever in almost every sport but mainly football. So we got drop off by our bus driver at Hummer sports park.We go in the locker room to get dress to go do our stretches so we don’t pull anything and to get ready for our game so

Melinda is a Freshman in high school, and she doesn’t speak throughout the whole entire year, because of an issue she faced during the summer. Laurie Halse-Anderson tells a lot in her book Speak about how many important issues young people face every day. In this essay, there will be three motifs about the themes Laurie Anderson put in her book, Melinda’s tree, the weather, and Melinda’s lips. Melinda faced a lot of issues, but there were somethings that gave off how she was feeling. The first was her tree project.

When Rainsford(protagonist) awoke in bed he had remembered the night as if it had happened 10 minutes ago. As the scenes of him and Zaroff’s fight replayed in his head a smile grew on his face. He knew what he did was right and that he is not a murderer, he did what he had to do to survive and save the others trapped in the cellular. He had forgotten all about the cellular and was determined to find out where it was to free the others and find a way off of Ship-Trap Island.(Setting) He knew he would have to do a lot of convincing to the people trapped and try to explain that he wasn’t like Zaroff and is only trying to help them. But that won’t be needed until the cellular is found. Setting out to look around the house he went through Zaroff’s

It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’

“Sá,” her mother aspirated. “I told you that it’s not safe to go out there with everyone else.”

fun playing beach volleyball and surfing on our boogie boards. Sadly, there was a storm coming, but the good part was that we were getting homemade spaghetti for dinner. The following day we we are heading our way to see NASA. On the way there we saw a huge cruise ship, it was pretty cool. When we got to NASA, they recently changed things and now on no visitors are allowed inside the museum only people who are in the military now can go. That was a bummer, but we still got our pictures taken by the NASA sign. That night we just hung out ate dinner and played games. The few next days just hung out and enjoyed our time together.

Something challenging I had to face at a very young age was losing my best friend, after losing her I was never really me and I felt like part of me was missing and it was. Carolina Alavazo was my best friend, we were inseparable and when we were together we only created memorable memories. Weeks before Carolina was deported I had noticed she was not the same, she had told me she was sad to see her parents fight and scared all the time but at that time both of us we didn’t know why. Next thing I know I am waiting for Carolina every morning in front of the school gate but she never once entered again. I had told my mom how worried I was of Carolina, and how she was not answering her home number. My mother had talked to my teacher to see if anything