My First Person Narrative

Al, Alde, de, shon, deshon, and Al’Deshon my name takes on many forms. Kind of like my writing in a sense. I have never been a strong writing also being the reason, I took this class first semester I think. If I get it out of the way maybe I’ll have an easier chance of reaching the finish line happening to be graduation.

This essay is based on an event that changed my life forever. It is a passage that is mixed with feelings and emotions. This experience gave my life a purpose and a sense of direction. It allowed me to grow from a boy to a man in just one day.

The writing of my college essay was quite a process. Normally for me writing comes rather easy, I do not struggle putting my ideas on paper. At first I thought that this essay would be simple to do and not be very stressful. It turned out to be quite the opposite in fact, just brainstorming was a struggle for me. It was difficult for me to think about my life and how it is special. To me, the events that have shaped me do not seem that relevant, at 18 I had never really payed much attention to how certain things affected me, I just lived my life. eventually , with the help of Mary, I came to the realization that having my summer taken away from me due to a broken foot had really changed my life philosophy, it truly changed who I was and my outlook on life.

My essay is about the time I tried football. My mom's friend wanted me to do football because her son was. I declined her offer many times, but I finally said yes. My mom said I could try it once and see if I liked and if I did not I could quit. She ended up lying to me! I got over it tho.

Throughout the novella, Chronicle of a Death Foretold, Gabriel Garcia Marquez chooses to narrate the book from an unclear point of view. Certain sections of the book seem to be written in a first person singular point of view, while others seem to be in first person plural, and yet others seem to be written in the third person. For example, on the ninety-eighth page of this chronicle, the narrator relates to the audience the arrival of the magistrate investigating the murder. “I never discovered his name. Everything we know about his character has been learned from the brief…”. The use of the word “I” in this quote relates a first-person singular narrative because it provides understanding to the audience of the narrator relating a personal

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see it. Wyatt carries the priceless shark tooth necklace she gave him, locked away somewhere unknown. Hannah carries the cheap but meaningful books that she gave her, unread but still valued. Her mother carries the candy she gave her, hard but sweet, a reflection of her soul. Something they all carried in common, was that they all carried something that was given; taking turns, they carried pieces of her shattered heart.

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

In a recent writing assignment, I was to write about a good or bad experience and how it affected my life. Immediately I found the topic interesting and thought of various ideas to write about. The English teacher wanted us to describe how this event had shaped us into the person we are today and even though I had countless ideas I decided on something I had recently went through, I had a fairly easy time writing the essay because the encounter changed my mindset on life.

When you write an essay like this, you look in the mirror and see who you are and what makes up your character. I realized mine was cemented that day when I was 10 years old. Even then, I started to see that when I spoke to someone, they spoke back. And that felt good.

I thought that this essay would be easy, but I misjudged. There are so many things I can write about that talk about my family, character, values and interests. All of these traits have formed who I am since birth, and they have been influenced by my family, friends, teachers, environment, and societal influences. Without these culmination of experiences, I would not be the person I am today.

Moving, most likely you would imagine a real estate agent trying to get you to move into their house and give you reasons to move there when you're reading a title that says "Moving". Well with this essay it isn't, when I was little I always thought that moving was normal for most kids. Honestly, it isn't I have moved all my life and I most likely will move once again.

We just finished looking at the house. I was bored, since we do this all the time. It was hot outside, and I didn’t really like the way the house looked. It was something different, the home was painted in a variety of bright colors which went together well. I wanted to go home and do something else but I was stuck with my parents. I felt like we were running miles non-stop, with no end point, since my parents search for a home all the time! My parents had a looked at each other like I had never seen before.

I was blinded, cold and scared. I couldn’t move, i tried, but failed. My arms and feet were held down by something cold, it felt like metal. The machine were talking to each other, buzzing, humming and beeping. The thing that prevented me from seeing was removed. I was in a lab with different people. Some were wearing things that surgeons wore, others in lab coats, and me? Well, let’s just say that I can’t find my clothes.

I am typing this essay as I sit in a nice, warm chair on a flight from Los Angeles to Beijing. It is the start of my winter holiday during my junior year of high school. Sitting here on the plane, my mind flashes back to the day when I first arrived in the United States. I was with my mother, looking forward to a whole new life in this amazing place. And now I close my eyes; all the things that have happened in the past two and half years thrill through me as if I am racing in a time machine. My memories are filled with happiness, excitement, sorrow, regret… basically all the emotions that exist on Earth. A lot of things have happened in these two and half years. And, most importantly, I feel I have grown

The first essay I wrote for this class was a personal essay. The assignment was to write about a personal experience that you learned from. I didn’t really know what to pick so I ended up picking how I almost didn 't graduate from Niles West. However, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to write a whole essay about that. After the class had shared their ideas I noticed that everyone had pretty interesting topics in mind. I decided to change my topic to the story of when I went to court and what I learned from the experience. I loved that topic because I’ve told that story over and over again to people who ask me about it. The only thing I had