Examples Of Introductory Paragraph

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

Sophomore year is an in between year. No longer were we freshman, but we did not quite have the pressure of a junior and senior. I came to realize I was not able to be the perfect student, or even the perfect child, I was always perceived to be. Years of being a teacher’s pet made school effortless, I never knew the feeling of getting something wrong. Just like in Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” I only fantasised what I thought was real about myself, I was to never present a mistake. I could not mess up for it would mean failure, leading to disappointment. Classes were harder, teachers did not have as close as a personal connection with their students, I struggled with this change. My

The noteworthy change occurred when I received my Associate degree; my mother’s fear was me leaving her alone, once again. She began to be less independent and more dependent for me to do so certain errands. It is due to my mother becoming older and not able to do much of the finances on her own, mentally.

| Friendships more settled.Groups of friends.Problem solving and undertaking activities with increased independence.Require praise from parents and acceptance from peers.Awareness of self and how they are perceived.

After years of harassment, I concluded that the only way to end this torment was to change myself. I deepened my voice and regulated my actions, concealing the qualities that made me, me. For a while, it worked; the bullying had ceased, and I eventually fit in. However, after eighth grade, after I had finally managed to

Escaping from the past, focusing on the present, and fearing the future, one enters the honors English classroom taught by Mrs. Roll, the tenth grade pre-AP English teacher. Because summer flew to its end, students became one step closer to their biggest fear- school. By the time one reached Mrs. Roll’s class, the quote, “I won’t be your friend, but I will be friendly,” was drilled regularly in one’s mind. Everyday in the class, there would be daily reminders of this warning. To be in her honors class was a risk, but also the wisest choice of them all. Not everything will go the way it is planned, but a little critiquing might get the task completed. With Mrs. Roll preaching to students day in and day out, she barely has time to remember all their names; therefore, what time does she have to be their friend? However, she does contain time to be friendly.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

In the coming months, I began spending more time alone in the library and grassland thinking the “abstract”. It coincided with the start of high school. So, I had no one whom I would call “friend” at that time. When my peers used to talk about sports, girls and Facebook memes, I lacked any interest. I found it not only difficult to socialize, but to some degree unnecessary. Teenage conversations can be so much lame, juvenile and intellectually bereft. I hated small talks and discussions about people or events. In short, I did not fit there.

Shortly after I began classes at my new High School I had a personal epiphany: the things I’d been enduring were helping to prepare me for starting college and for life on my own. In this realization I began to not only become more comfortable in my new home, but also I began to make friends and (consider removing-redundent with next sentence) thrive. I made friends on my baseball team, my hockey team, in my classes and in my choir. In one short school year I made amazing friends who have made my new home in Tennessee truly feel

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

When I first started school, I only had my close friends to talk with. To get more friends, I felt like I had to act like other students, and I had to wear different clothes. I just wanted to fit in and be popular like everyone else. My teachers were just people who talked about school. But there was something more when I saw Mrs.Guerrero. After a bad storm, there is a rainbow.

In the first paragraph I was attempting to illustrate the moment and gather the memories from that day into a few short sentences. The words I chose and the way I organized my paragraph was in hopes of reflecting the nostalgia that I was feeling while looking at the picture. There is also a strange feeling that I felt while looking at the picture, because it defines a moment that now feels as if I had imagined it. Therefore, while writing my personal essay I felt the need to recover this and other misplaced moments. The entire concept that a previous self may be a stranger to me is something that I feel needs exploring, although I also felt, while writing, that there are certain fundamental aspects of a person that never change. After rereading my essay multiple times, I am pleased with how I was able to achieve my goal. Although I feel as if I could have used more detail to describe myself then, in that particular moment, I believe that by describing what has changed over the course of the years proved to be just as effective. From the beginning of the essay through to the end, it is easy for readers to track the progress I have made from an elementary school student to a high school student. Each paragraph I began to develop a little more as a person and student which then lead me to succeed in my first few weeks as a

Man is a product of the culture in which he is born and brought up. For the same reason, no one can negate the influence of the society in forming one’s personality. I am well aware of the fact that my views, thoughts, and attitude have been shaped by the society I live in; hence, any attempt to sketch my personal experiences would be incomplete without referring to the part played by my surroundings. Throughout my life, I have paid utmost importance to initiating and maintaining interpersonal relationships with others. I had to face varied situations out there, both joyous and depressing. However, each instance was a great lesson for me to learn several things about my practical life – I wouldn’t be exaggerating when I say that I have learned more outside the four walls of my classroom than within them. My autobiography is closely associated with my social connections including my experiences with my family, educational institution, and the larger society I reside within.

As I went through elementary school I was not treated kindly by a large majority of my class. I was often the one singled out by others and excluded from activities. I am sure this has had an effect on my personality. Although I feel Erikson’s psychosocial theory is correct, I believe it can be changed over time. At a young age, life experiences can play a large role in the shaping of a person’s self-confidence and self-esteem. Even though an individual’s past might not have been pleasant, as they get older they are able to gain awareness of past events and decide which ones will continue to have an effect on their lives (University of Illinois, 2013).

students feel personally accepted, respected, included and supported by others in the school`s social environment.(p.80).