Gap year

enjoyable school projects was assigned in my English class that year. We had to create a journal of fictional events, like we were reporters for national geographic. I did mine on sharks studying their behavior and attack patterns. It was a very fun experience and one that I look back at fondly. That year was not nearly as terrifying as I had originally thought. Seventh grade was much the same only I decided to join the band. Eighth grade I had something strange happen I had a teacher that…

believe that the adjective that best describes me is "creative." I introduce different methods of completing certain tasks and enjoy experimentation with recipes and art projects. 4. The most challenging academic course that I have taken was my freshman year gym class. I was a weak athlete in comparison with my classmates and I felt frustration, anger, and disappointment in myself. However, I persevered and did my best to become a decent athlete and a valued team…

that school because my mom used to be a teacher. My sister was a fourth grade student and I was a first grade student. My mom used to teach 4th grade over there. Every summer my mom gets us ready for our next year by teaching us the classes and the subject that we need to know for our new year. It was kind of boring that we didn 't get that much fun of a summer but we still got something out…

What does that even mean? When I was three I wore my Cinderella costume every day for a year, and no one’s still harping on that. I think I would have really grown to resent my parents if I didn’t actually love to write. The first story I can remember writing was from when I was four or five. It was one of the aforementioned fable variety…

2015 Ms. Winn English 2 Angie’s Personal Narrative I’ve always considered myself as a cracked egg because once an egg is cracked it’s impossible for it to be pieced back together. I came out of my shell during the end of my 5th grade year towards my 6th grade year. First and foremost before we get that far this is how it all began. I was born in Freetown, Sierra Leone; a really small country located in West Africa.. I lived there until I was 8 during one sunny afternoon when you could hear the…

“Oh my gosh! I hate this! I don 't want to do this!” The screaming thought that always came through my mind when my teachers told me to we had a writing assignment. I especially hated it when they would give it a back grade after hard work and stressing it. They all would tell me it had a good potential but that it was not up to their standards. I needed to work on grammar, my wording, and what not. I really hated it. I know it was to make me a better writer but I did not feel like it was…

started going less and less to speech therapy but I would still go at least twice a month. Th reason behind my speech impediment is because I can not breath out of nose, which is very key whenever you are talking. I have improved greatly over the years to the point where people tell that I have done my whole life that they can not even tell I had a speech impediment at one time. Because I can not breathe in and out of nose, I think about breathing every time I talk. Now let me tell you before I…

There was another kid named Tiffany that has DS (Down Syndrome) and people were mean to her and they started a Tiffany Touch too. A few years later she moved, so she didn 't have to deal with all that. I have seen her now and she 's been doing better while my life is still getting trampled on. Fifth Grade was the worst grade for me and so was the end of my freshman year. I just can 't wait to see what life has to throw at me now, (sarcastically…

The Glass Castle is an inspiration story that has inspired a lot of people to write and or talk about their own hardships in life. In life most people are born without a mental illness and they go through life not knowing what it is like to have one unlike me. When I was born I had Dyslexia and ADHD so I had a hard time in english, reading and staying awake for most of the day. I could never understand social cues or slang so I was out casted from my class because it seem like I have a curse and…

sixth grade, I wanted to be an architect. By ninth grade, nothing interested me anymore. My grandfather became gravely ill and hospitalized when I was in ninth grade. Visiting my grandfather was the first time I had entered a hospital since I was six years old and my father took me to meet my new baby sister. The hospital was an imposing building and yet I felt energized, not intimidated, by the setting. I witnessed my grandfather’s nurse interacting with him and the connection she had created…