How To Write A Personal Narrative Essay

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

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.

I believe that when people come together, it’s a beautiful thing. And when someone who can’t do something tries to do it and everyone else helps, that is a great moment.

I found out I had cancer about two weeks after I started my senior year of high school. At the time, I was enrolled in 5 Advanced Placement classes. I decided to drop AP Art because enrolling in a normal art class provided me with a much needed break during my otherwise academically rigorous day. Further, my school offered service learning, which allows seniors to enroll as a teacher’s assistant for credit. My counselor enrolled me as her assistant instead of my current elective, so I would have a down period to do homework in middle of the day. I asked each teacher for a list of assignments to complete and then took three weeks off in October to recover from surgery.

Everyone holds a unique and distinctive story that describes an individual. My story started on December 20, 1995, the day I was born. I am known as Javier Alexander Bonilla Jr, named after my father. At first glance at me there is not much to think of, merely a young lad trying to obtain an Associate of Arts Degree in Accouning. However, I am an optimistic and open minded individual who thrives for success. Currently I work for the City of Hialeah as an Assistant to the Operator Concession. Though I love my job due to the fact everyone is so nice and allows me to study while being on duty, but I am always in a search for a better position within the City. Due to all the working and studying, my spare time is devoted to hanging out with friends or playing basketball.

Hi I’m Paige and if you had told me last year I’d be in Office Administration I would’ve said, “no way, not even close”. That’s one of those jobs requiring you to be cool calm and collected. The atmospheres are peaceful and then people work constantly. It’s the opposite of my desired profession and personality. I’m the opposite of my career, or well it was until I met my instructor, Miss Young. She changed my mind about how I perceived the trade and what I could do with the skills once I completed. Was very instrumental in helping me obtain the necessary skills to make the most money in the field of Office work. I managed to get my typing up to the speed of over 60 words per minute. I learned all the processes of Windows Operating Systems, I even got a glimpse of Windows 10. Using

Imagine a girl, only six, preoccupied with the normal aspirations of a child, clueless as to the chaos bound to ensue. Now envision her life thrown into a pandemonium of distress and disorder. Her father, no longer there, but seven thousand miles away. Her mother, five siblings, and her— soon to follow. But nevertheless, they return, only to face a plethora of inauspicious obstacles. I’m that girl, now seventeen. And this is my story.

The day I separated from my mother to live with my father in the United States marked the beginning of a downward spiral in my life, or so I thought. Coming from Vietnam at the age of seven, I experienced a cultural shock. For starters, I did not speak English, which made interacting with other children my age a difficult task. But to my advantage, speaking and knowing Vietnamese is an asset I have come to eventually appreciate. However, life at home and my relationship with my father or lack of one was hard for me to understand at such a young age as I was only reunited with him a week before I left Vietnam. I began to shield myself from this foreign world around me and found solace in our backyard swimming pool. I thought of my mother constantly. I always knew she was sick, but I never realized of what extent her illness had consumed her health.

Sitting at my desk, working on a spreadsheet was the first time I realized that I was not where I was meant to be. I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing with my life. Growing up in Cleveland, in a single-parent household, there was never really expectations for me other than to graduate from high school. I was the first in the family to graduate from college. I thought I had everything figured out. I finished with a B.A. in Finance, and was able to secure a great job as an insurance recruiter right out of college. I was able to travel the country, and met many interesting people. I can remember a conversation with a woman in Utah who asked me what my passion was. At the time, money was really the only passion that came to mind. I did not realize it at the time, but I had no idea what my passion was. I later took an analyst job with the same company, and with the promotion came more

My family consist of my parents, my twin brothers Joshua and Jesus, my sister Marilyn and myself. Growing up my parents were very strict. Our typical day was to go to school and come straight home after school. We were not allowed to participate in any outside school activities because we did not live in a safe neighborhood. As a result my siblings and I grew up really close to each other since we usually only interacted among our self’s. In our family my dad is the head of our house hold and he was predominantly responsible for all the decision makings in our home. My dad ran his house hold in a very traditional Mexican manner. No one ever questions his rules as a result there was very little communication in our family. This eventually led

On a cool and crisp Saturday fall morning, I tiredly moved out of my bed and stumbled to my feet. Barely able to open my eyes, my dad comes barging into my room with a job in mind for me to do. “Today I want you to vacuum, mow the lawn, and clean up your room before you go out with your friends,” stated my dad. I knew from that point on that my day went just went from being potentially really good to really bad. In my mind, I knew that I didn’t want to do my chores, but I knew that by doing them was the only way that I would be able to go out with my friends. I knew that Friday during school I had made plans to go to Six Flags with my friends which we have wanted to do for what feels like forever. I then felt motivated to start my day from there on forth.

When I was 6 years old I moved to Santa Maria California and that was one of the biggest changes for me. I was born and raised and a small town called San Juan Pinas in Mexico for 5 years. My family comes from a very poor town and I was taught to value every single thing that was given to me. Coming here was something new to me and very different from where I come from. The culture where I come from was very strict and my family expected a lot form me. I had to adjust the culture, the language, and the big city. I entered in first grade in the middle of the school year in 2005. Learning English was a very difficult language for me since it was my third language. My first language was mixteco, an indigenous language, then I learned some little

A Personal narrative is somewhat of a personal essay written about something tragic or informative that the writer has experience and trying to encourage the reader to learn from his/her past. Writing an essay come with its own sets of challenges such as producing ideas that can be both solid and entertaining. For me, a personal narrative is an essay that involves me expressing my ideology, creativity, and hidden emotions. There are many things that I take into perspective when writing an appealing personal narrative essay. The key points in writing the essay is the convey information by providing important details that spark interest and enthusiasm to the reader.

Once there was a single guy and a single girl; in the same class, and hoping to date the other. In foods class, more specifically, of my sophomore year (PrepPh). I talked to many people of my foods class, but never really connected with any of them in particular. Then the seating order changed, and I finally sat with a girl that seemed interesting. I am going to call her Ashley as to not give away her true identity. Ashley, who was a bright and talented girl, was a girl I suddenly had a crush on (ADJ). Ashley and I hit it off quickly and became fast friends in our foods class. At first I thought of her as a talkative and smart individual, which is all I need to be able to have a crush on her. We talked and enjoyed each other’s company in foods

Ever since I can remember, I've always been a source of worry for my mother; I fear that this will never change. Regardless of this, I know that my mother is a very strong, persevering woman, and that if need be; she will carry on.