Example Of Personal Narrative

As I walked outside the morning of August 12th I noticed the clouds in the distance, they were dark and ominous; I couldn’t avoid feeling as though this was a bad sign of what was to come. Then I thought, “Just my luck, I have to drive on the interstate and it’s going to storm!” There was no getting out of this though, I had to leave, so I got into my car and started driving. Pulling onto the interstate it seemed as though I was heading right into the storm, it somehow had lined up perfectly with the road. The closer I got, it suddenly hit me, the metaphor wasn’t one of bad things to come, but of the step I was about to take in life. I didn’t know what was going to happen, just that I had to keep going. Everything in my life up to this point

My schooling began in Cali, Colombia. At the age of two, my mother matriculated me at local nursery because she worked in the daytime. When I was four, my mother enrolled me in a non-religious private pre-school. The school was known for having a strong program in math and literacy. In my country, education is mandatory until middle school. My homeland uses an alphabet and similar to English it goes from left to right. In pre-school, I remember singing the national anthem every morning. I would stand up alongside of many other students and with our hand across our chest we would sing the entire national anthem. I also remember doing a lot of hands-on activities like counting the elements of each set and making a line to the corresponding number

On 18Oct16 at 1111 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 19609 Hwy 226 for a disturbance.

It was a Saturday morning and I woke up earlier than usual. It was 8:00 and I normally wake up

I remember the first day of my 10th grade year in high school. Walking down the small hallways that were scented with coffee, cologne, and perfume all assorted together. Right by my side was my friend named Mia Williams. Mia was Native American with long black hair that was in a French Braid, and she was around 5’7, 150 lbs. Every step we took, insisted of us bumping shoulders with other people that were walking in a different direction.

Some of the hardest things in life make you realize what you really appreciate. One such instance took place in a remote part of Wyoming far away from everything and everyone. However, such an experience made one couple closer and taught them how valuable family really is.

I decided to attend the University of Phoenix in 2007. I was a single mom of 2 daughters at that time and thought my life was pretty stable. I was able to balance my career, family, and going to school until the father of my daughters came back into our lives. I started to focus on giving my daughters every opportunity to get to know their dad, which meant I reduced the amount of time I put into my schooling. I was always taking my daughters to visit their dad anytime they wanted. After a few months of interacting and getting to know him again, we decided to give our relationship another try. Shortly after he moved into the home I was pregnant with our third child. I was still attending school but not doing as well as I was previously. After having my third child, I was no longer able to juggle all of my

Exercise 1 (Part 1 ) really grabbed my attention. The scene involves my character hearing a sound of an intruder breaking in and my character plays the intruder.

I vividly remember in the 9th grade when I was wrestling a kid from holt. When I woke up in the morning, it was just a normal until that night. That morning I could smell the fresh cut grass and the wet dew grass. My brother drove me to school this day, but we weren’t getting along that morning. Cody my brother face was so red I thought steam was going to come out of his head. When I got to the Ninth Grade Center I could see all my friends sitting at the tables that are all over the commons.

My family has always been very close; we did almost everything together, from the moment the school bell rang in the afternoon until we went our different ways in the morning. Growing up with a strong family for support instilled in me the confidence to be an outgoing person and express my opinion in school, despite the fact that I was always one of the youngest and smallest kids in my grade. I went to public school up until high school, when I decided to follow my sister to Nazareth Academy. During the first year of high school I wasn’t very involved in my parish, but I was very involved at school. I played soccer and volleyball and was a member of several clubs.

It’s too early to do anything to your full capacity, I think as I board my morning train for my commute to the city. As I sit down on one of the dingy, dark blue, mildly nauseating seats, I glance around at my companions for the hour. One middle-aged businessman who is entirely too full of himself, one tired mother with a sleeping baby, and her.

On a drizzly Sunday evening my first summer in New York City, I was walking in Chelsea when a man rode up beside me on a bike. I really don’t want to bother you, he began, a baleful look in his brown eyes, but this ridiculous thing just happened to me. He explained that the costumes he had designed for a Broadway show had accidentally been locked in his apartment, and he had lost his keys. He just needed to borrow a little money so he could get in touch with his assistants and sort the whole thing out.

It was the year of 2013, I was going into 4th grade and school was just a month away. But it wasn’t the 4th grade that I was looking forward to, because my family was moving to a small town in Wisconsin named Mosinee. I grew up in a suburb just on the outskirts of the great city known as Chicago. I loved it there, and wanted to live there for the rest of my life; I guess my parents didn’t exactly feel the same way. Little did I know that this move would shape my personality and change me in many different ways. And ultimately, to make me a better person as a whole.

What makes a person who they are? The way they dress? Their family? Friends? Attitude? To me, what really makes a person who they are, is their experiences. Their hardships, triumphs, what makes them happy, what devastates them. We all are human beings and are made so similar. With sharing so many things in common, we are all such different people. Everything we have all gone through, shapes us into who we are today; Why we are the way we are.

Responsible hard worker with great driving skills and know the rules and regulations of the roads. Safety is key and keeping up with paper work for the day. Ready for whatever task is thrown my way. Open Availability mornings, days, nights, weekends, holidays.