Example Of Personal Narrative Essay For College

I have been a member of seven different clubs during my time at CHS, and I am currently involved in three, (Chelan Project, Interact, FBLA). I am also a member of the National Honor Society, and I am the ASB executive secretary. I have a total of __ community service hours from a variety of events. I also give up my last class of the day and most Sunday mornings to do an unpaid internship with my church. Serving and giving back to the community is one of my biggest passions, and I do this any way that I can. Attached is the list of events and hours that make up my community service portfolio. As far as sports go, I have participated in cross country, basketball, and track. I've lettered every year of high school track, and I went to state for the 4x2 relay my freshman year.

A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.

I realized I had a calling for business after taking classes such as Intro to Business, Marketing, and Accounting, but it was only last year that I found my true calling in AP Economics. The class’s mix of history, mathematics, and psychology fascinated me and I was inspired to take AP Psychology and AP BC Calculus to better prepare for a future in the study. I soon started reading the Economist, became enthralled by Game Theory, and spent days researching current Economic situations around the world to better understand the application and effects of different policies. Eventually, I went even further beyond the scope of the class by reading the Wealth of Nations.

I slowly cut the heart out of the folded paper and held it up to the light. The edges were jagged and uneven; I tossed it in my growing pile of scrap paper. My hands were stained with marker and my hair was covered in glitter. It was bedtime and I was not even halfway done with the valentines for my third-grade class. I wanted my cards to look great- better than store-bought. I was so frustrated that tears welled in my eyes. The next morning, defeated, I went to CVS with my mom to buy cards. Everyone liked the Kit-Kat bars taped to the backs.

The sudden roar on the engine starting gives me goose bumps. Putting on my fire suit and strapping on my helmet gives me a feeling of protection. Yes, I’m getting ready to bring my iron gladiator to battle. My uncle and I spent a long while working on building the machines of mass destruction. The welding of two metals together forms a bond so strong it can never be broken. We spent countless nights just doing this. My uncle throws something across the shop at me and yells “u getting that thing done?” I would respond with “I thought you were going to build it for me” nights like these where an everyday thing but grew farther apart as the summer drew to an end.

I grew up in a family that grew up in Agoura Hills, my mom, two uncles, aunt, and brother all went to Agoura High School and my grandpa is really involved in the community with the high school football team, AYSO, and pony league baseball. My brother is two grades above me and I had all of his teachers throughout elementary and middle school, even now i have some of his old art teachers. I was constantly referred to as his little sister and i really struggled with identity issues because of that. As much as I love art I couldn't really enjoy it because I felt pressured into it and I knew i would never be as good as my brother, as one of his ceramics teachers put it, “he is one of the top 1% of artists to come through this school.” I was so tired of always just being someone's daughter or niece or granddaughter and sister. I wanted to establish a place for me and be myself and sports medicine ended up being the answer to that.

After a competitive brawl of a game with grass stains on my knees, jersey, and socks; with sweat drenching my hair and clothes, as if I just took a shower, I began to walk over to a table set up amongst the fans. They wait anxiously for my team to walk over after our big win. Each one of my teammates including myself are set at a table close to the bleachers, which set adjacent from the players bench across the pitch. I set down by my new set of teammates, as we got ready to sign posters for children with aspirations to play at collegiate level soccer one day, for parents and grand parents who couldn?t be more honored to be witnessing their little girls hard work finally paying off. It was recent that I experienced this

When in the course of college academics it becomes necessary to type personal narratives, without so much as a hint of a topic, it can drive a student to some rather interesting conclusions. Some of these conclusions may be as simple as “Hmm, what should I write about?” Or perhaps more complicated and “Great, it’s 2:00 A.M. the day the paper is due and I have nothing typed.” No matter the situation the creative thinking process can be greatly limited, thus I present to you the narrative of me typing my personal narrative essay.

Four years ago, I was eagerly listening to Alex McDaniel, an award-winning journalist share her personal insight into the profession at the University of Mississippi when it finally dawned on me: journalism is my calling. Later, I was watching Spotlight, a movie about the efforts of the Boston Globe in the early 2000's to showcase the Church’s acknowledgment and blunt protection of the abuse of children by local priests, when I truly understood the importance of journalism. To this day, Spotlight remains a reminder to always print the un-biased truth for the people, no matter the risks. I believe I deserve to be selected for one of the Education Foundation of Greenville’s scholarships because as a hard-working student I commit myself to effectively take advantage of the opportunity that the scholarships will provide me. Besides, I am a student that does not only persistently works hard academically, but

My eyes were the worst mixture of bloodshot, purple and torture, my body in the worst state possible having gone seventy two hours without sleep, a meal and a proper shower and my mind, a complete mess. I was physically and mentally exhausted, my body and face displaying it all, yet I don't think I had ever came to know who I was more than at the very moment I saw myself completely shut down.

Many parents and peers would say it is a gift that he has-- intense concentration and endurance, but he likes to call it “strength under control.” The truth is, under each attempt to gain control, is a wavering risk taker who is humbled by each unlikely victory that would always bring him to tears. That person is me. I like to thinking innovatively and calculate at least seven moves deep into the most risky and daring variations. At the 2013 National Championships, first table, I was paired against my close friend and arch-rival Austin Yang, the Taiwan chess champion. Everyone knew Austin was a machine, he had destroyed his previous opponents and had barely lost any game that year. To have a winning chance, I had to play the unconventional--the

When I was young I was a very shy person. I didn’t like to talk to people and I would try to hide myself in public. I didn’t really do anything active outside of school so i didn’t get any opportunities to meet anybody new. Even at school I only had a couple of friends until my dad introduced me to a sport called golf. He said it was a good way for me to meet new people and it was a fun sport. I tried golf and I met lots of new people. later that day I was enrolled into a golf program. I was kind of scared to play in front other kids but, in the end I met Lots of new people. After going to the golf class A few times I wasn't scared anymore. I felt more confident talking to other people. Even at school I became very social

This summer I had very little time to enjoy myself. I had a back injury for 2 months of the summer and was not able to have a fun summer. I will tell you what else I did in the next paragraph.

I walked into my very first class of college, a gregarious person was standing in the middle of the class singing and making everyone sing along with him. The person happened to be my Econ professor, Professor Heberling. Coming from Nepal, a high-power distance hierarchal society, it was uncommon to have professors sing, let alone students sing with in the class. Shocked and perplexed, I took the corner seat and made up my mind to drop the class next week. With three classes in, my perspective shifted – I wanted to learn more. With two months in, I knew I wanted to get into this field.

DAAAAA DA DA DA DA DAAAAAAAA DA DA. I still remember the feeling in my stomach as I watched the flashing chandelier rise to the ceiling right above my head.  To think that I did not want to be there in the first place. Boy had my mom proved me wrong. It had all started at my Grandparents 50th anniversary celebration…