Example Of Personal Narrative High School

Looking through this thread so far, pretty much last as usual thanks to my writing style, I was surprised to see there are no fellow procrastinators in the class. This is a stark contrast from my recently departed high school class. We would all get rubrics and prompts at least a week in advance and we would all begin our assignments on the same day: the day before the assignment is due. Sometimes it was utter chaos in the library in the morning of or the lunch period right before. Sometimes others would forgo the whole early or late ordeal and have no paper to turn in at all. We were young, we were wild, we were all so very stupid. But then again this is college, this is a different animal, and many have seen the error of their ways and chosen

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

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.

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

My job at injury was working as an assembler for Volt Information Services, Inc. This job was in the heavy duty range. I had no history of injuries to my right foot prior to my injury. On a typical day I walked and stood for the whole eight hour shift, and was required to lift “nodes” which weighed 18-100 pounds each, about 30 times a day.

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

It was a warm, sunny day in the middle of June. I held my little boy’s hand tightly as we walked through the exit of my high school. In my other hand, I felt the smooth, heavy leather case that housed my high school diploma. I had done it. I had graduated on time, same as my childless classmates. As an adolescent mother, I had beaten the towering odds that were relentlessly stacked against me. I tear rolled down my cheek as my son and I made our way back to the group home in which we lived. No one was there to greet us, or to celebrate this incredible accomplishment, but I was proud of myself, and at that moment, that had to be enough. This was a turning point in my life; I knew that I could achieve whatever I put my mind to, and if only I had known back then how right I was. From that moment on, and from every life experience thereafter, I knew I was meant to assist others in finding their strength, as well as finding the courage and motivation to achieve their goals.

I’m Noah Myers, a 17 year old homeschool senior and Running Start student at FVCC. This quarter I’m starting my journey to manhood with 11 general credits. Though I’m not confident in my career direction yet, I am confident that God will reveal his plan for me as I pursue classes while trusting Him to lead me. Years ago God gave my mom a verse which crazily fits my personality. ​ Joshua 1:9 ​”Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the ​LORD​ your God will be with you wherever you go.” ​I used to be a big worrier,well, I still am sometimes but the more I get to know God, the more convinced I am that He knows best and loves me completely. It’s all about trusting Him to be Master because

I hurriedly got my uniform on and waited for my mom. “Mom I am going to be late,” I yelled. (hook)

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

I wasn’t ready to marry my boyfriend, but knowing I wanted a baby, I decided to have one with him. Sometime after our daughter was born, I started suspecting that he was lying to me about where he was and who he was with. I told him that since I couldn’t trust him, I didn’t want to be with him any longer. I ended up moving back to the US with my daughter. I wanted to finish college, so I moved in with my mom, who many years earlier, had gotten her life together, moved back to Texas, met a great guy and remarried. It was during that time that I worked for an abused and battered women’s shelter. That was a very eye-opening experience. It was hard for me to grasp the idea that someone would stay with another person who was emotionally,

July 22nd, 2008 is when my obsession started, it was my father's birthday, every year on his birthday, we make it into a huge party that year. There was a surprise that my mother put gathered she had two dancers, Darla and Darlene. Both came out with vibrant bright colors that would ____ . When the music started the skirt movement, the way it swirled, the way it waved at you. They danced 2 songs, but those two songs stunned me. That day on I knew I wanted to become a Folklorico dancer.

The story of my thirteen-year-old-self offered readers a glimpse of the lowest point of my life; However, it was not the only time I felt discouragement. In Fall 2014, my mother ended up losing her job due to disability. We had to move into a dangerous neighborhood. All our lives, my mother worked hard to prevent us from residing in neighborhoods that could potentially harm us. I can recall the face she wore when she realized moving to a lower-class area was the only solution to our problems. She did not say it, but I can tell that she felt like she failed us. I patted her back the entire ride to our new home for reassurance. When we reached our destination, my stomach tied up in knots. There were dozens of people around the neighborhood

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

My name is Shimles Assefa . I have been employed at Westchester county transportation system for more than seven years. I have always dedicated to serve the customers to the best of my ability and set a positive example to other employees by being organized and prepared for any challenges in daily bases.