It's Time-Personal Narrative

“Thank the good lord,” Estelle Louise says as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

According to the story Mrs. Jones impact on Roger will most likely make him change a lot because in the story it states that he doesn’t have anyone at home to take care of him. But since Jones had the kindness in her heart to take him in and feed him then make him clean himself up she played a huge role when she did that because his parents aren’t around to make him do things like that. After that she had gave him the money to buy the shoes he wanted so now all these beautiful old ladies don’t have to worry about getting there purse snatch because Roger became a gentleman and now knows he have to ask for things instead of taking. Basically Mrs. Jones raised him to become a man in less than 3 hours in the story it stated that Mrs. Jones told

In, “Thank you M’am,’ a young man named Rodger goes from petty thief, to a reasonably polite, behaved boy. Rodger, a muddled boy, stricken by poverty, tries to steal a purse from none other than Mrs. Jones, a larger woman who works at a salon nearby. Rodger is scolded by Mrs. Jones, which is later reversed to be seen as guidance by the audience, when Rodger seems to change. After a shared dinner, and Mrs. Jones showing Rodger signs of trust, Mrs. Jones gives Rodger money to buy a pair of, “Blue Suede Shoes,” which was the original reason why Rodger was even tempted to steal. Rodger is quiet, but a piece of his personality shines through when he murmurs a small, “Thank you m’am,” as Mrs. Jones shuts her door. Why did Rodger wait for her door

Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member to give custody of our child to in that situation, I decided to depart from the Army and start my new journey as “mom”.

It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always this bald and beautiful. I, like many other young men, was a victim of a vicious receding hairline. Me being so young, I fell victim to a plethora of cruel jokes, I mean let’s face it, not many sixteen-year-old girls swoon over a young boy with the hairline like their fathers. I was constantly ragged on by family, friends, strangers, and anyone else with a working pair of eyes. Thus, I grew to be very self-conscious about my hairline, or lack thereof. Then that all changed one day with a mirror and a razor. Looking back at it, I can’t help but laugh and smile when I think about the days when all I wanted was a full head of hair.

Dynamic characters in literature go through some kind of change or growth during the story. They respond to events and experience a change in their personality or their view of life. Mathilde from the story “The Necklace,” by Guy de Maupassant and Roger from “Thank You, M’am,” by Langston Hughes are both dynamic characters. The changes experienced by these characters helped to develop the central ideas of the stories.

One hand resting on the small of Amanda’s back, Thomas walked her to the door before answering. “We found him, ma’am, in a hollow log.” He glanced around the restaurant, gauging the breakfast crowd’s reaction to her comment, but they didn’t seem to notice.

He was surprised to see her car parked in the driveway to their home, since she was normally out at this time of day. There was another car there too. Maybe it was the car that belonged to the friend she had told him about. The one that would keep her

“Thank you, and you are one of the most important people in my whole life, and that’s why I asked you to do

I was in second grade and we were at the library. I had some extra time because my sister was playing in the ship that I thought I was too good for. I wandering in the nonfiction section and I found the shelves filled with books about countries. I was excited and decided to check out thirteen. We were in the car driving to Vermont and I was reading one of them. I was “really bored” because I had accidentally checked out a book from the “wrong publisher.” (Now I realize it was probably just the different names for the same company over time.) I finished about an hour before we arrived and so I was excited that I could read something else.

Ray is my beautiful car, a 2014 Chevy Camaro SS. She is named after me, Rachel. My car is one of my most valuable possesions to date. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. She is the color of a sweet red candy apple. I swear I could taste the flavor of the candy on an apple just by admiring her. Her custom made body-style kit and grill makes her look as if she could be the next transformer character or cousin of the character Bumblebee in the movie, "Transformers". When I approach her in the mornings, I open the car door, start the engine and listen to it as if it was a military jet about to take off for war. Her pick ups in driving are so fast. The first time I drove her, it felt like she was pulling away, even at normal

“She deserves it,” he said, leveling my hand to his so that they touched, electricity issued forth from his palms as our hands clasped together and I gazed into his twinkling eyes.

“Thank you so much guys!” James thanks us, with a tremble in his voice. “I owe you my life right now,” his breath shakes.

"Thanks," I say, smiling and saw Kate looking at me like she wanted to say something.