Examples Of Personal Narrative

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

Towards the end of my 8th grade year my mom told me that we would be moving again, but this time to a whole other state. Once again my heart dropped and I was devastated. I told my closest friends and they all cried with me. They threw me a little going away party and I hung out with my best friend from my old school before I left. I didn’t want to relive being the new kid again but I didn’t have much of a choice since I didn’t want to live with my

On the first day of school, I met Jack Bunter. We instantly hit it off and we became friends. We would hang out on the playground together, talk together, and work together in Ms. Smith’s class. For the first whole month I only hung out with Jack. But then disaster struck. Jack was absent. I didn't want to hang out with my sister,

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.

When I was eight years old, I moved from Mineola, Texas, to Gretna, Nebraska. I went from having twenty-six acres of land, a close community, and oodles of friends, to having a rental house where I couldn’t dig holes in the backyard and went to a huge school where I barely knew everyone in my grade. This was a huge adjustment for me. After the first two to three weeks of the school year, I finally made a best friend, whom I would continue to be best friends with until I moved again ten months later, and would then fall

This story is going to be about this one halloween and it was truly terrifying for me at least. This will take place when i was about nine years old and the year was 2014. It started out as every day and it was like any normal day and it was halloween and i had to go to school so here was this big party at the end of the day and we were going to have a 5 day weekend. So everybody was excited and it was party time there was a big school party then there was a classroom party. We were just waiting for recess so that the party would start cause they scheduled the party after recess and lunch. It was only twenty minutes after rescues and our teacher took 18 minutes to take us back inside.

In my junior year, I became friends with my best friends in the entire world. Brady, Kirstin, and I had almost all of our classes together, and we hung out every single day. We would say we were studying for physics or organic-bio chemistry. Sometimes we did study, but most of the time, we would just hang out and laugh uncontrollably for no reason at all. Fall of my junior year, I had to reconstructive surgery on my left ankle. I had two torn tendons on the outside of my foot, and a partial tear on the inside. I was in a cast for two weeks, and then a boot for three weeks. My ankle is fine now, but when I was in my boot, I got put under another time. One month after my foot surgery, I got my wisdom teeth taken out. It was a rough time for me, and I lost close to 15 pounds. I finally gained it all back when I was healed, but I struggled for about a month. Junior year, I also dated someone named Zak Floyd. We had been on and off almost all through high school. We finally started dating our junior year, and things never really got better. We argued about everything, but we were still best friends. We eventually broke up, but I think it was for the better. It was the week of second semester finals, and I was trying everything I could to get my AP Pre-Calculus grade up to a 93%. I ran out of time, and finished AP Pre-Calc with a 92.4% losing my 4.0. It is alright, though, because now I will be salutatorian. Between my sophomore and

Unable to open my eyes, waking up trying to identify where I was, pedestrians stared, pointed and yelled “Oh! My god. Call 911”. Cars drove by. The sirens were heard but not spotted. What Happened? Where was I? I wept as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end. And in a way, it had. On the night of April 7,1997 my thin body flew from the backseat passenger side of a Nissan Sentra crashing through the front passenger window onto the roadway of Old Town, Staten Island.

My first two years in undergrad, I was a Broadcast Journalism student. Becoming an attorney was not y initial goal when I enrolled. I thought that I would make a promising career as a journalist. But as any other college student, I soon found out that I was too opinionated to have a career as a bias story teller. I became so uninterested in the field that I began to lack effort and just doing all that I could to pass. By my junior career, I was a C average student.

As a little girl I remember the excitement I felt going into first grade; this was going to be the year we would get homework, learn cursive, and get book reports assigned. Through the years I have noticed many people lack this yearning to learn and attend school- I found this disinterest astonishing, it was saddening to think that others weren’t excited to further their education. Though I never thought I would feel this way, when I was sixteen, my great- grandmother passed away; I found myself in this position of struggle. A loving and mother-like figure in my life disappeared from my life, This led to a series of altering events that in the end made me despondent. I felt alone. At this time of my life I experienced what it is like to not

Last year was a very difficult year for me and my family. My husband relocated our family for

In 2006, my family began spending days and days at hospitals and constantly seeing different doctors of different specialties. At a very young age, I was using medical terminology that people twice my age didn’t understand and I didn’t understand it very well myself. Upon learning about my younger brothers down syndrome my family began seeking out doctors and therapists in order to learn about the disorder and the different medications that my brother was being prescribed. Being the only person in my family to speak english fluently, led to me becoming the primary voice for my family. Over the years, the constant appointments and frustration over not fully understanding everything that was being said led to a fire igniting in me to learn everything

Not a terrorist and I will not “go back to my country”. My family fled war-torn Somalia my father is a journalist and got threatened by the al Shabaab terrorist group telling him to stop reporting about them he feared for our families safety. His bravery was rewarded by being offered a job in America to work for a journalist government company. One year later he brought my mother, my siblings and I over. I went to public school and was given strange looks, as if I was an epidemic. It was hard for me to adjust to the U.S I wasn’t accustomed to the language and strange food. My family eventually got used to living here I moved schools a couple of times and every time everyone would ask the same thing “just take that off” And “why

In 2009 my parents had made a decision that was going to flip my world and everything I have ever known upside down. I lived in Tennessee with my mother, sister, and grandmother from the time I was five until I was the age of nine. My father who had been living overseas in Japan for five years had found a job that was going to bring us all back together as a family again. The only complication was that it was going to take me away from my friends I had grown up with and from the only town I ever knew. I had a plethora of mixed feelings about the move. I was eager to go to a new place and make new friends, but I was afraid because I was leaving my comfort zone and all the people I grew up with. I had such tight bonds with all of my friends through sports, cub scouts, school and our parents that it made it difficult to say goodbye.

While this next friendship (really acquaintance) wasn’t so sweet. Let’s see sophomore year some time in November Twenty Thirteen. On October the Thirtieth the previous month I had turned sixteen. I had my car and my license and I was ready to roll. A new girl had just moved to my school just a few weeks prior and at that point I guess you could say acquaintances. Her name you might ask Daisy Mae (like the name of a cow) Gordon (like the