Personal Narrative Essay: My Best Friend At School

Do you ever feel like there is a wall closing in on you? No echoes, no voices, and no way out? I have felt that way since sixth grade up until my freshman year at North High. Bullying and harassments are ego boosters, nothing more, and nothing less. However, victims forget they can go talk to a family member, counselor, teacher or a friend by letting them handle the situation. I was lucky enough to finally speak up upon my own experience with bullying and harassment. I still remember my first day of sixth grade as clear as a shiny icicle on a cold, windy and bitter winter day. I attended Wood Intermediate which was just the right sized school for me to feel comfortable at. The hallways were small, tight, and never failed to be overcrowded. Students

While my grandma and grandpa lived with us for five years, our family portrait was painted perfectly, up until my grandparents passed away. Finances were smooth, all of our siblings including me were emotionally happy, and best of all my grandparents were healthy. They basically raised my sister, my brother and I while my mom was out of town a lot for her job. Among from teaching me to be a warrior, she also taught me to treat others with respect, to see good in people no matter what their mistake was, and to never give up on somebody who wants to quit. I love her so much and am so happy to have been blessed with an amazing grandmother like her. My grandmother’s wisdom, kind heart, strength and ambition was what I admired most about her. She would call me her special “Anna” but I was puzzled by her definition of what that could mean. One day, I finally asked her “Grandma what does this mean?” “You are unique Anna; don’t let anybody tell you different, you are a dream chaser and a gift from heaven.” Those exact words are a constant reminder to stay motivated no matter what hurdles I stumble