I moved thinking Richmond would be horrible, but I actually love it. I remember when winter break was over I was supposed to start the same day Richmond did but they did not get all my papers sent over, so I missed like a week of school because of that. When I finally did start I only really knew a couple of people which was good. At least I didn’t start school where everyone was a complete stranger. Over time I developed really strong friendships with a lot of people.
John T. Edge for sure did not leave until he ate those pickled pig lips. Pickled pig lips? That is just flat out nasty, but it made for an amazing profile. This profile was saturated with detail just as those pickled pig's lips were saturated in pickling juice. I like how the author set the scene in the first paragraph but then skipped backward to tell you how he got to where he was, with pig lips sitting in front of him.
It was the first day back from Winter break and I hadn't seen Miles since our kiss at his house. He said he needed time to think about what he wanted and I respected that since it was a lot to take in. Not everyone can be like me and already know what they want, but he had said that I made him feel good which is how he makes me feel. As I walked up to the school I noticed Zoe was there, we hadn't talked since she ditched me for Zig the night of the dance. But since that's what brought me and Miles closer together I couldn't hold it against her as I walked towards her glancing at the flyer she had plucked out of Beckys hand.
Michayla Goyette Professor Evers Narrative Essay- Rough Draft 24 September, 2012 If I had to choose one thing that I’ve learned throughout my nineteen years here, I would point out how precious things are taken for granted every day. It could be as simple as figuring out something to do for the day or night; we don’t ever think that the plans we have could be gone before we know it. This never occurred to me until I had to face reality and deal with the fact that my amazing older brother had passed away in November of last year. I never really faced a real, what we call ‘tragedy’ until I heard what had happened on that day. I had been having a great couple of months, feeling like nothing could ever
Midas Burger’s chicken sandwiches are to die for. The buns are so fresh it’s like they melt in your mouth. The secret though, is in the preparation - each fresh, never frozen piece of skinless, boneless chicken breast is hand battered with their special herbs and spices. The chicken is always extremely juicy, and that’s not even the cherry on top. What makes the chicken sandwich is the chicken sauce, which can only be found locally; people are definitely missing out on that.
I have many memories, from when I was younger, of saving up my pennies and being excited about them. It is not common in today’s society for that to happen. In the essay, Lauren describes memories from his past, when he used to put his pennies to use by walking down to the candy store. Just like Lauren, when I was younger, I used to save up my money for things that I want to buy, “ With this change I could get at least some rope licorice,”(Lauren 195). We used to have a bank that I would put the money that I collected into every week at school.
He's so dreamy! I wish my mom would buy me that, but we don't ever have any money to spend on that kind of stuff!” my friend said this, “Well, you could always DOWNLOAD it off of the internet for free!” (she told me how to do it) after I got off the phone with her I couldn't wait to download my first batch of songs but, it didn't stop there. Growing up in my life has never been easy, we CONSTANTLY run out of Nutella, my curfew is only 8:30pm On school nights, and I have to take the trash out EVERY NIGHT. With that in mind, I thought swapping music online would give other repressed children an opportunity to see some positivity In their cruel lives. I thought it was the right thing to do.” Given the consequences Brianna LaHara faces, I believe the “Clean State Program” is a very reasonable program.
Our family is all dressed up, and I can smell the evening’s food rooms away and hear the ending sounds of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade on the TV downstairs. We seem like a classic, cookie-cutter family. And then the holiday really begins. My grandma is usually the first to arrive, complete with her leopard-print duffle bag she carried everywhere with her. After her I hear the front door open again and know that, from this point on, the house won’t have another moment of silence.
The bus was crowded that morning. Thanksgiving was just a few days away, and it seemed as though the whole world was coming or going, planning and preparing. I took the first available seat I could find, an aisle seat, four rows back behind the driver. Slouching down, I watched the rest of the passengers jostle to find their places. I really wasn’t up for this trip.
When I came home, I had a whole pile of homework. I felt as if I missed all seventh, eight, and ninth grade doing all the homework, but in reality it was only a week and a half I missed. Therapy came twice a week, along with all the expensive bills for the surgery, medication, and all eight days I stayed at the hospital. The surgery went well, and better then the doctors expected. After the surgery I thought too my self, “How stupid was I for wanting to life a life like that?” I learned to be happy with what I have, and not want more because there are people out there who have nothing.