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Explanatory Essay When I was 14 years old I was hiking with my friends on Highland Ave. We were hiking and saw an abandoned hospital that looked very interesting. So we went in the hospital just because it looked cool and it gave us a sudden urge to go explore.
I was with a group of friends and we were going around Locust Valley. I wasn't familiar with the area we were in but my friends were. While we were going about I was distracted by someone with a hose spraying kids. What I didn't realise was that my friends had ran without me. It was at that moment when I realised I was lost.
The neighborhood I lived in had two different sides to it. One half was filled with old, dirty, ran down houses that looked abandoned, and the other half looked fresh, brand-new and clean. The newer houses all had similar structures and paint patterns on them. It was exploring this new part of the neighborhood where I discovered that there were other kids in my neighborhood besides me and my next door neighbor. At first discovering and meeting all these new people was exciting, some of the neighborhood kids even attended my school.
In the surveillance van parked down the block away from Edith’s destination, team of four hanged around waiting patiently for their take down. Two officers sat on the Equipment Bench Seat along one side of the van covered in wall to wall carpet. The sergeant and one other sat on the opposite side of the van from the solid surface counter top covered with Dual LCD Monitors and Control Panels. The Equipment Rack underneath the counter tops were properly set up with Video Cassette Recording, Video Printer usage and Listening Equipment.
As a student, I have grown in my skills for academic success by having to write an essay in my Honors English class. We’ve recently finished reading the novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and were told to write an essay about one of the given prompts. Before having to write this essay, I was struggling with the type of vocabulary and perspective, which was third-person, I was supposed to use. I had to find the right quotes from the book and explain in detail how they support the prompt, I felt that was the hardest for me. The words “I” or “me” weren’t allowed in the essay, unless they were in quotes.
Let me tell you about the time I went to New York City, and got lost. So I was about 12 years old, and I was with my dad, brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle, nana(grandma), and papa(granddad). I was so excited that I was going to be going to New York City and that I would be getting there via plane! You see, I had never been on a plane before this trip, so travelling by plane was a really big deal for me. As we boarded the plane, my siblings and I played rock, paper, scissors to decide who would get the window seat (I ended up winning).
“Brother, Brother don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!” I turned around I would never leave my brother, I apprehensively turned around keeping the hope that Doodle wasn’t hurt. Even though Doodle was kind of a virulent to me, always following me around being my shadow; I still love him even though he can irritate me. I had inferred that Doodle was hurt when I couldn’t see him anymore, I had lost all hope so quickly.
I had waited till the last second. I was going to blow any second now. I can’t believe I let Jack use the bathroom before me! He needed to go, and I was trying to be nice. Screw being nice!
At any moment, I could have a tumor appear in my body. Currently, I have neurofibromas on my left femur and tibia; the doctors are watching those tumors closely. I have NF, a watch-and-see disease, a genetic disorder of the nervous system which causes tumors (neurofibromas) to form on the nerves anywhere in the body. Throughout my life, I have faced many obstacles as a result of my neurofibromatosis. With each obstacle, I have found a way to overcome.
Although, I have come in touch with several valuable locations that have made me to be the person I am today, my main querencia is my grandparents’ house. About five years ago, going to my grandparents’ house was something I did multiple times a week. I was consistently eager about going there so my mind could easily escape from the real world. It was a place where I could
As a student at Saint Ignatius, I was forced to overcome multipe setbacks in my highschool career. The one with the greatest impact on me, however, took place at the beginning of my sophmore year and has lasted to this day. It began in November during the first snow of the year. My older sister and I convinced our parents to let us go sledding late at night. We jumped into the car excitedly, not knowing how that night would change my life I won’t give you the gory details, but
Personal Narrative by Aram Winter I sat there sweating like a sinner in a church under the glare of his beady eyes. My teacher broke the news monotonously, but his considerable lack of intonation only made my heart sink faster. He clearly didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised that I hadn’t practiced the song for the recital – truth is, at this point in my academic career, all my teachers viewed me as the 8-year-old with a poor work ethic (and honestly, they weren’t wrong). While he said, “You’ll have to sit out on the recital due to your lack of practice,” I heard a proclamation that I was about to become my parents’ biggest disappointment.
It was a chilly morning, and the cold air blew on my face. It was ice cold outside going from my car until, I finally walked into my school Emily G. Johns in Plano, IL. I was heading to my fourth grade homeroom. My homeroom teacher told us to write down our work for the day, in our planner. Then, all of a sudden the bell rang, and it was time for my accelerated math class.
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
To begin with, I am the most vulnerable when I exercise in front of others, receive constructive criticism, and being rejected. I feel vulnerable when I exercise in front of others because I believe that people are criticizing me for being overweight. It is embarrassing when I am not able to match the pace of everyone else around me. In my mind, people are laughing at me because I cannot do something as simple as three push-ups. I am afraid to exercise in public because I am forced to look at myself in what seems to be a million mirrors.