Essay: A Personal Narrative-A Humorous

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.

I walked out of the locker room and stepped onto the ice in Valley City to start the game for third place in state. Once my team and I were all on the ice we started doing our warm ups. Soon the buzzer goes off telling us we are done with the warm ups and we all skate to the bench.

“Last call, Dimaranan family,” I heard over the airport intercom as there we were, in line for burgers and completely unaware our flight would soon leave. As you can imagine, being on the opposite side of the airport to where the gate was, we all made a mad dash lugging our suitcases behind us. My brother, who was 6 years old at the time, even got left behind crying and trying to catch up to my frantic parents.This was the flight that we were taking to move to Houston and there was no way we could miss it. Eventually, we made it to our seats in the nick of time as my mom and dad breathed a sigh of relief. When I look back on this trip, I realize how important it is to remember where you came from and the journey you took to get there. I remember

Jordan woke up Monday morning telling herself this will not be a boring day. She was going to make an impact on someone. “Ding ding ding!” her alarm clock yelled. “Another day, but today is an extraordinary day!” she yelled with joy. She got up from her bed wearing only sweatpants and a tank top and she wandered to her computer to check her email, like she does every day. She looked at all of her 24 boring emails; bills, emails from work, and more bills. She hated it. But at the end of the row of usual emails, one caught her blue eye, and without hesitating she clicked on it. The mysterious email was from the White House! “WHAT?!” “Drew! Come here!” she yelled to her husband. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I just got a random email from the White House saying that they want me to fly to Washington D.C and have a meeting with the president!” Jordan said with enthusiasm. “It must be fake” Drew said with a smirk. “No, they’re paying for everything, my ticket, a hotel room, everything”. She said smiling with her jaw wide open about to touch the ground. In 7 hours, she would be meeting the president.

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

On November 5th 2017 I responded with Deputy Parker to 6906 Old Tom Box Road regarding a shots fired call. As I pulled into the driveway of the residence I noticed someone pulling the curtains closed. I approached the front door and Deputy Parker approached the side door. I knocked on the front door and announced loudly “Sheriff’s Office”. I received no answer but I could hear what sounded like someone moving around in the home.

My parents are Lori Wenthold and Randy Kerian, and I have one brother, Cody, who is 9. I have nine black, laying chickens, one dog, Butch, who is an eight year old white lab. I also have two cats, one outside and one inside, their names are Buddy and Mittens, and four fish. I have lived near Cresco for twelve years, but last Christmas I moved to a house near Protivin. I have many friends, we all get along, play sports, and hang out together.

… Beep beep! The cars zoom past Pearl on the city streets, the wind tossing around her freshly cut hair. Pearl is walking back to work after donating ten inches of her hair to Wigs for Kids, an organization that makes wigs for children with cancer. As Pearl walks, she slows her brisk pace and stops to give an elderly veteran a couple dollars. “Thank you, Miss,” the veteran says gratefully.

As I sit on the stage of the most prestigious music hall in the world, Carnegie Hall, with my cello in between my legs and bow in hand, the conductor raises his baton. He cues me along with 150 symphony players dressed in uniform black tuxedos and gowns. I was unbelievably nervous, sitting second chair for hundreds to see; we opened with, “The Marriage of Figaro” composed by Mozart. I had been preparing for this contest, this moment, all year and now it was finally upon me.

She wakes up in a hospital bed in an empty room. Upon second glance, however, the room is not empty; her older brother, Matthew, is asleep in a chair beside her. Her parents, however, are nowhere to be seen, but this is of no surprise to the girl in the hospital bed. Her mother has been dead for ten years, killed in a car crash, and her father… well, her father is quite a different story. Her gaze once again sweeps the room, and a bracelet on her wrist catches her eye. Grove, Rebecca. Female. Age: 16. Date of Birth: 27 October. Date of Admission: 12 July. Rebecca wonders how long she has been in the hospital, and she strains to remember what had happened to her. Suddenly, she remembers driving her old Toyota Camry on the way home from the library

Life can be hard when you think you have to be perfect. At home my parents always told me to do my best and they would be happy. Doing your best is one thing, but in my mind, I had to exceed even more. I had a goal to have 100% for all my overall grades. Well if you think about it, I was letting it bother me a little too much.

Tyler and Sam grew up together as neighbors and have known each other since they were little kids. Tyler was older than Sam, but only by two months and twenty-nine days. Tyler and Sam did everything together, including riding bikes, homework, and even talked about what it would be like to be all grown up and married with kids of their own. They both made a pact to name their first born after one another. They did not know what would happen if the baby came out to be a girl because they were too young back then to know where babies came from.