Personal Narrative Analysis

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It was the day before my birthday and I was really hoping to get a really awesome present. I told all my friends and families about the present and they all have been asking me what it is. I told them it was a really expensive drone! They all asked me how much the drone was and I told them it was one-hundred dollars and fifty-seven cents. They all told me they did not have enough money so I knew I would have to save up myself. Over the weeks after school, I've been helping at the Pet Shop and pet sitting with all my friends. I get paid fifty dollars everyday I work there. I started to work two days a week,but I realized after the two days that week I had enough money. Now all I need to do is find my piggy bank and see how much money

INTJ Personal Statement
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When I was in elementary school, I had a monthly allowance of ten dollars. And I started helping my mother with some housework and she would pay me back every time I finished an assignment. In general, my mom would give me one dollar if I washed the dishes and two dollars if I helped her do the gardening. When I was in Junior high school, I worked for the student union for two years. My duties as a member of student union were making posters for school events and assisted with student executives. As for high school, I also worked the student Union for three years and I got a position as an officer of sports and recreational department. My mainly jobs were assisting with leading the organization in organizing school activities and coordinating recreational events for students. Although I were not being paid at these two student positions, it was a good
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Should Kids Get Paid For Doing Chores?
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You need to stop being lazy and getting money for no reason. I so disagree about you getting hand me down money and just do chores for money it makes it feel likes nothing. Do chores and you get money it's so simple and i hope you do your chores. Giving money to kids for no reason is stupid cause they didn't help you to do anything but be lazy so pretty much your telling them that it's okay to be lazy but kids how do chores is not lazy because they are taking their responsibility and doing chores and getting money for doing something and that how it should be but kids not doing chores be lazy is not a reason to give money out.
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Mystery Of The Stupid Morons-Personal Narrative Analysis
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Truth was I was seriously considering keeping it. I’d never had that much money hand and who in those days didn’t want a Colecovision? But in the end the guilt got to me and I gave it to her and told her what had happened. I guess I was expecting my mother to run around in joy, to crown me her favorite son, to at least cook me my favorite meal. Nada.
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A Quince In The Mexican Culture
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He gave us the money then gave us a ride home. We live in a community mobile home park so he dropped us off at the gate and we walked home from there. I've had it for 4 years now and I hope someday if I have a daughter I will be able to pass it on to her and she will be able to pass it on to her daughter and so one and so on. Not only was this my 15 celebration
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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On December 21, 2017 at 2028 hours, Officer Allday and I, Sgt. Wilson responded to 1693 Highway 90 (Fred's Pharmacy) in reference to a Malicious Mischief call.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
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Personal Narrative: My First Call Of Duty
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One day I was talking to my friend on Skype and we were discussing the new Call of Duty game that was coming out. I was excited to get it as a Christmas present, he had pre ordered it. I asked “Where did you get the money for the game” he told me that he makes 120 dollars a weekend reffing little league soccer. I couldn't believe it, 120 dollars for six hours of my time every weekend. I immediately asked my mom to sign me up for the reffing certification class; she thought it was good that I was getting a job that paid that well for such a little amount of time.
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Description Of An Object Essay: Poochie
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So my mom and dad told us we could both open an early Christmas present, since we had been begging just about all week. So my mom handed my brother, Justin, one specific gift and my dad handed me the other one that was next to it. As Justin and I ripped the wrapping paper off and opened up the boxes, we were not too thrilled with the interesting gift we got. Justin opened up to a ball-shaped squeaky toy, and I opened up to this little sweater that obviously would not fit me.
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My Christmas Break Research Paper
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Before Christmas break, my mother had asked me a couple of times about what I want for Christmas; I told her that I didn’t know what I wanted. A few days before Christmas I went to Memphis with my mother and stayed for about three days and came back and by then it was Christmas Eve and everybody last minute Christmas shopping . The next day on Christmas everybody woke up and for a second we forgot it was Christmas but I remember and so around 11 we started to open presents, toys here, toys there,
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Personal Narrative: Learning How To Ride A Bike
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One day, my parents took my little brother and I to Toys R Us to pick a toy. When we arrived at Toys R Us, I already wanted to jump off of the car and run into the building. I was excited to get a new toy and get home as fast as possible to open the package to play with the toy that I would be getting. As I got out of the car, I told my parents to hurry, so that I would be able to go into the store as fast as possible. Toys R Us had grey stone statues of a girl, a boy, a crayon, and
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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At the start of sixth grade, little ol’ I decided that it would be a magnificent idea, just the best idea I have ever came up with, to play the cello, still do not regret it yet. The only reason I wanted to play the cello, was my brother, he played the viola and was excellent at it. I always wanted to be like him, he is just a great person. I was going to play the same instrument, but he told me to play the cello, being little me I just agreed to everything he said. The one concern that I used to be always certain about when I started is that I would never like playing the cello or ever be at least acceptable, as I wanted to. It was the very first year of me learning how to even play it or what notes are, no matter how much I tired or played,
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Way back when I was in second grade my dad was diagnosed with a nearly incurable type of cancer. At the time I wasn't aware of how bad it was, I just knew that if it wasn't cured he would die. His fight lasted over a year but when I started third grade he lost the battle. When I was younger the thought that I might lose my dad had never crossed my mind. I can honestly say that I took what I had for granted, thinking I’d have him for many years to come. Due to this experience I believe that people should appreciate what they have while they still have it.
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Personal Narrative: My First Job As A Tutor
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So, every time we went to play, there was cash outflow from our pockets. Most of the time, we used to hang out and go to different places that money was flowing so fast without realization. At that moment, I felt guilty as I was spending too much of my parent’s money. So, money became an issue for me. I realized that I needed a job so that I don’t have to ask my parents for money.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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I was once told by a teacher that scholarships receive about 1000 applications before their deadlines close, and around 10 of those people are accepted. A one percent chance. He said that statistically, 50 percent of students drop out of college, even with scholarships. That gives me a 0.5 percent chance. I did not work as hard as my body would allow me, for a 0.5 percent chance. I did not overcome my parent’s divorce, for a 0.5 percent chance. I did not double check my homework, instead of wondering if there was enough food to feed me and my 4 brothers tonight, for a 0.5 percent chance.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Spending summer vacation doing academic work was not an idea I found too appealing. After a long school year of being busy, summer is usually the time to relax and have some fun before moving on to another challenging school year. All the stress is pushed to the side, and for a couple of months the brain relaxes and resets. With this in mind, I was hesitant to submit my application to Tech Camp 2015, a summer engineering program at UCLA, at the end of my sophomore year. After serious consideration, the positive outweighed the negative. I went for it and was accepted to BattleBots, the Mechanical Engineering team of the program.
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