Personal Narrative Essay

They say money is the root of all evil, they say money makes the world go round, they say money can’t buy happiness. When I was 14 I learned not all these expressions are factual. While traveling up North to visit my great aunt Martha who was very ill, I encountered a wise man who referred to himself as Bucky. Some would say he was a teenage runaway who never grew up but to me he was just a misunderstood drifter. And in some ways I could sympathize with his burden. All too often people’s perceptions

The death of me begins at six o’clock in the morning; as I reach to violently smack the snooze button, my mom comes in urging me to get up, get dressed, and rush out the door to make the bus for early bird chemistry. I run three blocks to catch my only mode of transportation to and from school while eating my breakfast and contemplating whether I did all of my homework, remembered all of my supplies, and have everything I need for swimming. Once the bus comes to a screeching halt at New Trier Township

Marijuana has been something I was interested in since I was about 13, reading about it online. I’ve always been attracted to the idea of things that change the way you feel, and the reasons for that would probably take much more than the two page limit, and may never settle on a solid foundation. Whatever it is specifically, it’s not unexamined or unexplored- it’s something I’ve thought about often. To pick one specific reason- it enhances experience. Without weed, where is my reward for the end

This really had an impact on me because it occurred to me that perhaps that’s why risks are so galvanizing yet simultaneously petrifying. Opportunities allow us to discover what we are capable of achieving. They allow us to seek the parts of us that we were too afraid of coming in tact with because we didn’t want to get hurt. The contemplation on how we should go on about our daily lives sunders my thoughts into two different perceptions. Do we live our lives with an adventurous and carefree state

for him. He had to adjust major parts of his life to be able to use it. Some of the doorways had to be extended to allow him to be able to even get through them, and whenever he wanted to get up he had to use it. He described it to me as “his own personal prison that you need to survive, and if you try to leave you just hurt

I thought i had it all figured out, I thought I had beat the system, I thought I could have it all, maybe when everything was mine I would finally be happy. Everything was going my way, I was the top of my class, captain of the soccer team, had been accepted into all of my top choice schools. I had saved up years of paychecks and had recently bought my dream car, my relationships with my parents was as good as it had ever been, my little brothers and sisters finally seemed to accept me. But one thing

“The American Dream is a term that is often used but also misunderstood. It isn't really about becoming rich or famous. It is about things much simpler and more fundamental than that.”(Marco Rubio). The quote is about how people think the American dream is about becoming rich or famous, but originally about having a nice job and a good house. Too many people think that the American Dream is dead because of what is happening in the world. My dream is about getting a good education and a nice paying

An individual’s life is a slot machine. Though life is not a game and cannot change with the pull of the lever, the three pictures on the screen dictate what our lives are like. For the longest time, I thought that my slot machine was broken because while everyone around me seemed to be hitting the jackpot, I kept having bad luck. To watch others in their happiness and prosperity was hard, yet growing up past my insecurities was even harder. Though I was born in America, I grew up in China, so

selfish and I do admit that now that I see it for what it is. I make time for those that want to spend time and to not have excuses that benefit myself. To give more than what I have in the past to those that are in need. Meanwhile still working on my personal goals in life with new accomplishments met. Not to ignore those around me, but rather lend a hand and acknowledge their existence. Showing an appreciation for those who are the real support for myself and others around

What is my legacy? Well, this question seems too big for me. I am only an average person that does not have any significant ideas to inspire, advise, or stimulate someone to change the world or make what the world would be. The only thing I want to do is I try to do my best to become a helpful person and contribute something as much as I can to the society. This is quite simple, but I have been striving a lot to achieve these goals. I had many childhood dreams, but the one that most urged me was