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

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

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

I was about nine years old when I first came to the United States from Haiti. Although I was old enough to understand that we were moving, I did not quite understand the importance of the move and why my mom kept referring to America as the land of opportunities. In the beginning, I hated everything, I did not know the language, I missed my friends, I missed Haiti, I missed the familiarity of things. However, my mom constantly reminded me that this is for the best, that our lives have changed for the better. So, I nodded and continued to be unhappy until I started to understand the language, until I started making new friends, until I missed Haiti less and less, and until the United States became home.

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

I have played basketball since 6th grade and I have always really enjoyed it. I was determined to do well and excel in it so I put a lot of extra time in it in the summer and on the weekends practicing. Well once I got up to the junior high level I was doing quite well and had improved tremendously after attending a couple of basketball camps over the summer, but I was not getting any playing time. Towards the end of the season my parents decided to transfer me to a new school for academic reasons and I finished the season off there earning a starting spot. I continued to enjoy the game and was very eager to learn new skills to become a better player, but once I entered the high school level, things changed. Usually in high school people start to find their place and figure out what they are good at and not and so did I.

I slowly sit up and rest my back against the headboard of my old bed. Closing my eyes and taking everything in that has happen since I’ve woken up. Being in my old room, brings back a lot of memories of when I used to live here as a child. Moments with James, moments with my mum. I let a tear escape my eye, quickly wiping it away. I can’t let it get to me anymore. It was five years ago. A few more tears escape and I go to whip it away again when light bounces off the scars on my arm.

One decision I made was bad and the consequence was not good at all so my decision i made was too not do my book project and too do it on the last day and i got a Nc and my grade was not good and what i plan to is to get a better grade this Quarter and not to do stuff at the last minute

When I was 14 years old, my dad and I went rock climbing in the mountains with a friend and his son. It was the first time I had been rocking climbing anywhere outdoor. We had to hike in to the point where we could start climbing. We got to the top of the mountain and it was beautiful! On the hike down, my dad slipped in the snow and slid down the mountain. He hit a pile of rocks and broke his leg. I, being 14 and completely inexperienced, had to run down the mountain as fast as I could, while connected to a rope, to get to my dad and assess the situation. He dad had to spend the night on the mountain with our friend, while me and our friend's son were taken home by complete strangers at 3 in the morning. THe next day, I went into shock. I

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

I have worked at my religious center every week for the past two and a half years, leading a group of school-aged children. My responsibilities for this volunteer activity include preparing and reviewing the curriculum each week, teaching the material, cleaning up after the service, and, most importantly, connecting with the children I serve. I also regularly participate in service projects outside of the U.S.; freshman year, I worked to plan, create, and send thousands of crafts and boxes art supplies to impoverished children in Costa Rica. Sophomore year, I raised funds to travel to Honduras, where I worked to provide more sanitary conditions to the people of a poor village by building latrines (toilets), pilas de agua (sinks to wash dirty

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 name is Keegan Burkart, I'm 16,and I'm a sophomore at Middle Creek High School. I'm curious to see if there are any open positions for after school counselors at Middle Creek Elementary. Any information would be greatly appreciated.

All human beings come into the world with a desire to speak; babies babble from the moment they are born, and in time, idle coos evolve into coherent words. Speech is, no doubt, a cornerstone of human society, but some humans are less inclined towards speaking than others. I am a prime example of the latter case. Growing up a wide-eyed girl with frizzy blonde hair, I was much quieter than my eccentric outer appearance led most people to believe. Biting my tongue before I knew how to speak, and sitting on my hands before I knew how to write, my childhood was a vicious cycle of sitting down, shutting up, and hanging low my frizzy blonde head. For so long I believed myself doomed to live the rest of my life in this painfully shy manner. That is, until, I met my voice teacher one year ago.