My Family My lovely family consists of only three members: my mom, my sister and me. It was bigger when my Dad was alive. He died from a heart attack when I was nearly five. Not realizing how tragic and irrevocable the event of his death was for my Mom and my elder sister, I could not utter even a tear. I was not being merciless or cruel toward my father, for I loved him very much and tr

My Favourite Pair Of Shoes When most of the people want to buy shoes they usually enter a shop, find a pair they like and, if the price is acceptable for them, buy it. But there is also another group for whom buying shoes is worse than a visit to hell. Unfortunately, I belong to the second one. For me it is almost impossible to find the pair I would visually like and that, at the same

My First Semester Of College My First Semester of College The first semester of college for a young man or women can be a monumental step in their life. In my case it was. It was the first time that I had been away from my home in Ft. Walton Beach, Florida. I was not necessarily scared to be away, but I was a little worried about the transition from the skate free ways

My Grandmother My Grandmother My grandmother’s appearance is frightful. Her hunched stature and her constant shaking would frighten any child. Her nappy black hair that lay placid in front of her pale blue eyes would at times seem to not have been washed for years. She’s a small, stocky old lady who sat lifeless at any dinner table. My grandmother appeared to me as a wretched mon

My House MY HOUSE My home is a place where things can always change. Discarded beer cans evolve into ashtrays and large boxes mutate into trash cans. The furniture has a tendency to migrate from room to room as it feels necessary. Trash, soiled laundry and miscellaneous items that serve no discernable purpose, flow like vibrant multicolored flora despite my sporadic efforts at cleani

My House The somewhat small, yet livable, country home is filled with the inviting fragrance of delightfully scented candles in the afternoon and the delicious aroma of my mother\'s secret recipes in the early evening. Each person who enters is immediately greeted by the fragrances and finds themselves staying a little longer than they planned. The delicate light from my mom’s recently b

My Life JOURNAL NO. 2 ~ “The Need to Belong is the Most Powerful Human Need” ~ The quote, “The need to belong is the most powerful human need”. In other words, life is empty without a companion. In addition, material things are easy to have, however, without a company in your life is not complete. In most cases, without anyone by your side it’s not easy. Family, friends

My Little Prayer To God My Little Prayer to God Saying a little prayer to God at every beginning and end of each traveling journey is part of a daily routine that I always do for the past three years. Some of my friends think that I’m being too religious for having this devout attitude. None of them know that there is a poignant experience behind this religious routine. This mirac

My Name Name Paper What is in a name' One might say everything and nothing at the same time. At one point in history it may have defined the soul being of a person. Now a name barely describes the nationality of a person. This was caused when promises of prosperity on our soil spread throughout the world which consequently turned our country to turn into the “melting pot” of the wo

Narration My “Little” Adventure There are many nerve-wrecking things that children do to their parents when they are very young. This story about my life is very true. When I was around two years old, I decided to ride my tricycle to Eat ‘n Park. It was a beautiful summer day in the Pittsburgh area. One morning, my grandfather, father, sister, brother and I went to breakfast a

Narrative My birthday fell on the 21st of July, but it was only the 18th. My parents were out of town, so this had to be the weekend I threw a huge birthday bash. I made up flyers, 50 of them, and my neighbors didn’t seem to mind too much, so things seemed to be set. I took the 16th and 17th off of work so I could get anything of value safely locked away in secured rooms. I hoped that

Narrative I will always remember the times I had as a young boy fishing. I had a true passion for the sport even as a small boy. One thing that sticks out in my mind is catching my first fish off the edge of the dock at our summer camp on the St. Lawrence River. This 10-inch sunfish seemed monstrous compared to my tiny little body. It seemed like such a fight. After months of practi

Narrative Have you ever been through something so terrifying, so horrific, that no matter what you do, or how hard you try, you will never forget it' I have. It happened to me late February of 2002. This was, by far, the saddest, most horrific time of my life. In 1997, my father was diagnosed with Melanoma; a very serious type of cancer. At the time of his diagnosis, doctors told him

Narrative Life or Death in a Car When in a car a lot of things can happen, and sometimes things do happen. My Friends and I around three years ago, which would make me 15, were looking for something to do. It was a Friday, and a nice summer day full of things to do. We decided to go fishing and that’s where it all started. Not expecting it at all at the time, the ride in the car on

Narrative Essay My heart was pounding so loud I was sure the fans in the stands heard it. A fire burned in my lungs and pain all through my throat. Exhaustion surrounded me as I strode back to the center of the mat trying ever so hard to look as the warrior, despite feeling at best, the squire. After four minutes and two rounds of voluntary hell, I was ready to head back out for a thi

Narrative Essay “Stop chasing me!” shrieked the little boy with freckles and fire-red hair. Sheila couldn’t help but stare as she entered her sleek black Mercedes with all-wood paneling and leather interior. She flipped up her cell phone and immediately dialed the number of her office, reaching Suzy, her secretary. Without even a greeting, Sheila began rattling orders away. “Call Mr.

Narrative Essay Graduation is supposed to be an exciting time in a person’s life. Their family and friends are to gather and celebrate in the joyous occasion, especially a college graduation. However, my brother’s graduation was a little out of the ordinary. Picture perfect is how it was planned, but God decided to alter this ideal weekend to make it a bit more interesting. My broth

Narrative Essay Boredom set in as I play Tetris into the early cold, December morning. At 3 a.m. I finally give in and shut off the game to go to sleep. It is not like a pregnant woman like me has anything important to do tomorrow. Sleep overcomes me so fast that I have no time to think, no time to worry about the day ahead. Sometimes the memory, like the pain fades, but in life altering

Narrative Essay It’s July 1993. I’m 12 years old. We are watching television in the living room. I hear a bird chirping outside the window of the living room. I pull the curtain wide open to see where the chirp was coming from. I saw a baby bird limping on the sidewalk, it must have fell out of the tree, I thought to myself. My instincts told me to go outside and bring the bird inside be

Narritave Essay Narrative Essay PAGE1 My name is J. I’m going to tell you about something very frightening that happened to me. It all started with me and a few of my friends. I got a call around ten o’clock on a Saturday night. It was my friend Aaron, who wanted to know if I was going out. I told him that I had been pla

Anatomy Of Inequity Anatomy of Inequity Can a person pinpoint the single worse decision of their life' I know I can pinpoint mine. Oh, I’ve made numerous choices that were questionable, but there is one that stands out like the south side of a goat facing north. That was the day I smoked my first cigarette. Blame could be cast here or there, but it was my choice. If I could, I wou

Mr I remember it like it was yesterday. It’s 1990. My dad and I are riding in his car. We are on our way to buy groceries at the local Safeway. I am going through this phase, where I am trying to notice things. So, when we pull up to the next stoplight, I start trying to notice the guy on the motorcycle next to us. He apparently doesn’t want to be noticed; especially by a peculiar nine y

Car Accident Last year, Chris, my best friend, got a brand new car; a Mitsubishi Lancer OZ Rally. It was bright yellow with gorgeous chrome rims, tinted, and a sunroof. That was not even the best part; the inside had black and yellow leather seats with LANCER embroided on them. I would have given anything for a car like that. This car took a chunk out of his pocket. It cost $24,500.00

Home Town Hometown In Hiller Pennsylvania one’s emotional and physical state will always be in good hands. Hiller is not a local breeding ground for underachievers but to only those who demand excellence and surely the best. As a small tight nit community Hiller resides as one of the friendliest towns in America. As a young child, my existence in Hiller has brought great joy an

New Life As a freshmen just coming out of highschool, I am now beginning a new life in a whole new environment surounded by people I really do not know is a really scary feeling. And I know that is probably not half of what I may have to face as a freshmen. In highschool as a senior I was the “ top dog”. Everyone wanted to hang with us and be around us because we were in the “in

A Dream Come True My nights consisted of sweat beads falling down my fore head and fears of drifting back into sleep. I don’t think that my parents really ever understood how frightened I was when I woke up from one. I can specifically tell you how it smelled in some of my dreams, or what I might have been wearing. But every nightmare was the same, a dark bridge I’d fall from into murky

Memorable Incident Sometimes in your life some incidents happen that becomes an unforgettable memory for you and which teaches you such lesson that becomes one of the basic guideline in your life. The incident I experienced which taught me a valuable lesson about life happened when I finished my high school . I completed my high school in my home country , Pakistan , situated in South

Night Out A Night Out Abstract: This paper brings to life a time I faced a moral decision. I had to make a decision whether to tell my parents the truth about what I have done. Knowing that the truth will hurt them, I decided not to tell them and kept it in me. “ Come on, you wanna dance'”, asked Jay. Hesitant at first, I agreed. We were dancing together having a fun night. I had

Normandy This was the last place I wanted to be. You could see it on the other men’s faces also. The training for Operation Overlord had lasted nearly one month, but nothing could prepare us for the battle we fought in our heads. Our landing craft was packed with soldiers; it looked like a shapeless mass of camouflage. Diesel smoke poured from its motor, making my eyes burn and lungs

Dancing Queen Dancing Queen It was a warm August day, early on a Saturday morning. The year was 1989, and I was four years old. I was off to my first ever dance class. I remember going to a “special” store in Terre Haute the week before and picking out the perfect leotard to wear to class. I remember stopping at Payless Shoe Store on the way home and picking up my very first pair