Diary Of A Mermaid-Personal Narrative

People find it hard to figure out what they want. They also have the tendency to want what they know and also find it difficult to know what they want. This is the reason to why people struggle to figure out why it is ethically important. In “The Little Mermaid” by Hans Christian Andersen, Ariel dreams of nothing more than to walk on the land above her undersea home. Andersen says, “But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more” (Andersen 10). In today society the world is so corrupted that people tend to want what they know instead of knowing what they want. This is because the media has come up with many different ways and aspects on how individuals should act in the eye of the world. Many people have created

It was sometime around 6:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in the middle of January 2016. There was a swim meet going on and it was just about to start. The teams were warming up and getting ready for the meet that was due to start in the coming hour. I was warmed up and concentrating on the race listening to music in my newly acquired platinum studio beats. The music was loud and the nerves were setting as I walked into the locker room with my friend and teammate. As we passed I said good luck to our teammate who I was racing against in the 200 free style. Then out of know were he pulled my friend to the side and whispered something in his ear. I didn’t hear what was said as I had continued to walk. My friend came over to me and I asked what he had said and he told me. He told me

We get back into the car. I breathe deeply. Through puffs of smoke, Thomas says, “That guy sounds like a dick.” We merge onto a different highway. The sun is rising. I think only of the Pacific Ocean, of the light on the water, of the sound of waves crashing over my feet. I remember kayaking on the ocean with my father and his friend. I was young, nine or ten. On top of the waves, my father told me that we were going to roll the kayak. He said that while we were under the water, I couldn’t let go of him. He said that I had to make him proud, that I would be in trouble if I embarrassed him in front of his friend. He said that my sister was too afraid to roll the kayak, but I was different, I was brave. Once we got under the water, dad kept flailing around. He tried to push me off of him, but my legs were locked around his chest. He was testing me, but I wouldn’t let go. My lungs burned. I told myself that I just needed to hang on ten more seconds, ten more seconds. I thought I could hear my dad’s voice under the waves. Someone was under the waves with us. Arms pulled me away from dad, but I fought them. The arms were too strong, they pulled me into the air and held me above the waves. I thought that dad would be furious that I had let go, but once he rolled the kayak back up, dad looked afraid. His friend asked him what had happened. Dad said he wasn’t strong enough to roll us back up, that he couldn’t breathe, that he

Slowly I sank to the bottom and watched what would be my last bubbles float upwards breaking at the surface. It was then that it dawned on my why the monster had let go of me. I look down and saw that my arm was gone, ripped off by the soldier. I felt no pain as I sat at the bottom of the lake, creatures slowly gathering around me in my last minutes. I saw no grieving in the eyes of the animals around me, just pure delight in my death. It was sad really that I had to die at such a young age. And why I asked myself, because I had left my cave to feast upon a good meal, that is why I was brutally

We all got in the water with my sister leading us. As we started to get farther out into the water I saw something right in front of my sister. I was scared that it was a manta ray or a shark, and immediately grabbed Tia and turned around. She pulled back on my arm and pointed at the large creature. It wasn’t a shark or a manta ray or an unknown monster, but it was a mantaray. We followed it around for a while trying to swim next to it. I went underwater and was right next to the manta ray. I was so close that I could reach out and touch it. That is exactly what I did. I wanted to continue to follow it into the ocean, but soon realized that I could no longer touch the ocean bottom. My sister told me that we needed to head back to the shore and I agreed with

I am known to be extremely clumsy. With that, it’s expected that I often end up in awkward situations. In the past I have called numerous teachers “Mom,” fallen down while walking up stairs, almost fallen off a cliff; and it can be assured there were many more instances where my embarrassing clumsiness had led me into awkward, sometimes life threatening, situations. One moment that stands out in particular takes place in every marine animal welfare activists’ “favorite” place, Sea World.

At the end of the day Reef got into Franks truck and head off to the rehab center to say goodbye to Leeza. Leeza hadn’t been the first one Reef had to say goodbye to, Alex left the home to go be with his parents, Scar off to university with the scholar ship she received after graduating high school, Reef had been proud of Scar, she was smarter than the others and proved it,

Gloria Steinem once said, “Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities.” Imagination and dreams can make anything possible, including me becoming a marine biologist. Ever since I was five years old, i have dreamed of becoming a marine biologist. My dad, stepmom, and me took a trip to Orlando, Florida and I was terrified of what was to come. I didn't know it had the time, but now I realize that this one experience has shaped me into who I am and what I love.

One sunny day an eighteen year old girl was enjoying the view from the docks at Oxnard, CA when she slipped and fell into the ocean. Thankfully no one had noticed what happened and she slowly made her way to the beach underneath the docks. When Oceania finally made it to the shore she was so tired that she passed out from exhaustion. When she woke up an hour later Oceania started to get up only to discover that instead of legs she had a fishtail. As she was trying to get clear of the water, she was discovered by the owner of Seaworld. As soon as he spotted her, he quickly called his crew up and they caught and transported her to Seaworld. Once there they placed her in with the dolphins and told her what to do for a performance with the dolphins.

My parents are always talking about things they want to do and never actually do it, I assumed it was another one of those times. As time progressed and they continued to discuss the matter I got worried. Then one day they had me and my siblings pile into the car and go driving around. I had no clue what they were doing until they pulled up to a house with a “For Sale” sign mounted in the front yard. It hit me that they were actually planning on moving somewhere. Weeks passed with them discussing things and I sat worried in my room. My mom got all of our attention one day, “Children, we are going to go look at a house today everyone get ready!” I approached her and said, “Like on the inside?” She said, “Yes.” I quickly put on reasonable clothes and piled into the car trying not to argue with her. It felt like hours that we were in the car driving around. I had never really traveled much except when I went to my grandma’s house which was 50 minutes away, so leaving town for the first time felt like a whole new world. Trees surrounded us as we drove through gravel roads, up and down hills, and around loops, we finally arrived at a pale white house with brown accents. As we pulled onto the the rough driveway I observed the front door and the garage. It had a three car garage, one door separated from the other. We all made our way to the

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

Our tour guide made us take turns sitting on the edge of the boat with our wetsuits and snorkelling gear on in case there was a sighting. After all that she had said I thought that she was just trying to get our hopes up for something that wasn’t going to happen. It was joyless. Well, until she said “JUMP” that is. At the time, I had no clue what so ever what I was doing. The person next to me jumped so I just did to. That’s when I touched it. I had landed on the world’s biggest sea creature; the whale shark. The tour guide quickly jumped in and pulled out her camera; a Go-Pro and began filming me along-side the shark. Luckily I was the only one on the same side as the shark as her as I began posing and smiling for the camera. That’s the shark sped up and drifted out of distance. My heart was racing as this had been one of the most tremendous and overwhelming experiences of my young

I have been a sister all of my life, from when I walked my first steps, to when I drove for a car the first time. When those things happened, my brothers were there. They were there to help me up when I fell down, they were there to scream in the back seats while I drove them for the first time. But they didn’t always help me, they didn’t always care if I fell down, they wanted me to get up on my own. They would even push me down, to see if I could get back up. But I now realize, all those times they pushed me, pulled me, and shoved me down, I became the person I am today. I am able to defend myself, I am able to stand up for what I believe in (because of all the arguments), and I am able get back up, when everyone else is down.

In this essay, I will be exploring the themes of sexuality, suffering, and redemption in Andersen’s: ‘The Little Match Girl’ 1 (1845); The Steadfast Tin Soldier’ 2 (1838), and ‘The Little Mermaid’ 3 (1837). This will be through the analysis of: the Little Mermaid’s transformation into becoming a human, and her death; the scene where the Little Match Girl burns her matches; the Tin Soldier’s river journey and when he is destroyed in the pan along with the Paper Doll.

13 years. It has been 13 years since I first plunged into the pool to begin my first lesson. I was small, skinny, and shy at the time, not willing to talk to people. I had tried other sports; baseball, soccer, basketball, but I found those to difficult. My dad first brought me to a pool, to splash around in the play area. But I soon found myself wanting to go the deeper parts where the whirlpool and the lazy river were. So I began group lessons on the basics on how to swim, most of the other participants were older than me so I did not make conversation with them. After I finished a couple of lessons and learned how to swim the most basic two strokes; freestyle and breaststroke, I joined a summer team, the Bradley Farm Wave. I was not very