Ap English Narrative

As Morgen walks into her AP American History class, she notices that there are weird box type tablets on every desk. She’s never seen anything like these before. By the looks on the faces of her ten classmates, she’s not alone. She takes her usual seat in the back of the classroom. While waiting for her best friend to arrive, she listens to her favorite song, Hello by her favorite classic artist, Adele. What are these weird looking tablets? How are you supposed to turn them on? She wondered.

My name comes from German and is the overseer of a wine cellar and is also known as a cooper.

In writing this paper, I revised my narrative essay by adding foreshadowing, changing some tense, and deleting unnecessary sentences. I found that these changes made my paper a higher college read.

“Now, let’s do the whole combination facing away from the mirror. From the top-a 5,6,7,8!”

On 23Nov16 at 1026 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, received a voicemail from Dewayne regarding the incident.

My freshman year of high school, I failed. It wasn’t grades, it wasn’t socially. I felt I had failed myself. My freshman year I didn’t make the junior varsity team, but remained on the freshman team. This may not seem like a failure; however, it meant a lot more to me than simply not making the team.

By six o’clock, Ryan and Esposito were tired of digging into the lives of both Amy Dehner and Hayleigh Brynn, and Beckett could see them squirming in their chairs. They were itching to leave and head home, and she was beginning to see the appeal as well. There wasn’t a whole lot more she could do, and she wanted to have more information for when she questioned Hayleigh. All three detectives had agreed that they would wait until the morning to question anyone, hoping to build up evidence that would allow them to be more specific in their search.

I almost flunked the eighth grade. Struggling through school, I never asked for help. I went to school everyday pretending I knew everything, convincing everyone, including myself, that I was doing fine academically. The teacher told me once,“this may be an F, but it’s a higher F than last time." It wasn’t until my teacher made that comment about my work, that I really thought about my future. So after a long crying session, I decided to get my act together.

“Sir, we are losing control,” Sgt. Billis Nilily franticly stated to Cpt. Franklin DaRoosevelt. “Is there anything we can do to increase our chance of survival?” Cpt. DaRoosevelt questioned. “We could attempt to crash into the cushiony vegetation of the nearby planet, Earth,” suggested Lt. Robert Linkenstein. “If that’s our best chance, then let’s go for it,” Cpt. DaRoosevelt declared.

The flashlight of luminescence radiated from the moon, a striking difference from the roaring and rumbling of the twilight darkness. Skyler’s weeping face snapped down and collided with the cold cement ground, but her uncontrollable sobs continued. Her only pain attacked her worn out heart. Lizzy sat quietly, the agonizing and unsteady gaze in her muddy brown eyes, her only source of emotion. She shakily indented an uneven heart shape on the stone around the scrawny engravings, “beloved father.” Skyler had finally managed to lift her buried face to look at her sister, the watergy grass numbing her uncovered legs. “I can’t keep living this horror story anymore.”

After living in Europe for 2 years, we were exposed to so many different cultures and people for whom speaking more than one language was no big deal. Europeans generally speak at least two languages, often more, without thinking that was unusual.

I jumped up from my desk, ran down stairs, and told my father the score. He had the expression that he was impressed with my score, but, he told that he knew I could do it. Got back on my computer, went to social media sites, and talked to my friends and see how they did. I got to know that out of fifteen, not that many got a three due to the ones and twos scores I was getting. It turns out that when I went to register for my 12th grade year, the teacher congratulated me for doing it. I asked her how did everyone do. She said "Not that good actually, only four got a passing grade." Hearing that, made me feel so accomplished that I was one of the four but, at the same sound sad because, I knew it was

Entering grade 7, not knowing the horror stories to come as I slowly grew out of my childhood and into something that I have never experienced before. The normal walk into your publicly funded educational centre was the same as always. What was in the near future is something that I never saw coming, almost as if I was a gazelle lying down on the grass fields and suddenly a lion appears out of nowhere ready to take away everything that I owned.

With a little bit of determination and a whole lot of excitement, I decided to take an Honors English class my freshman year. I told myself to not give up and no matter how hard the course gets, I will not transfer out. I received a C- on my first essay and that crushed my soul. I remembered the night before how I was annoying my parents by

“Get up you lazy kid before I make you sleep till next week” yelled my mom at me from the living room. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes which were as red as lobsters from staying up so late. It was the middle of summer and going to sleep at two in the morning while waking up at twelve in the afternoon was regular for me. I screamed back “let me sleep you old hag” in my head because in reality I just said “Yes ma'am.” I got up and looked into the tall mirror that I never got to hanging up on the wall, I looked pale and my eyes looked bloodshot, my dark hair was messy and stood up from the back. After being a bit disgusted by my own reflection I decided to go shower and tidy up. After I got out I dressed in jeans and a black shirt with black boots. I stepped out into the hall to see why my mom was fussing at me yet I wish I hadn’t.