My Storyboard : A Story Of A Story

Get a scratch piece of paper and start jotting down ideas or write an outline what you want to talk about the story. Create an outline helps you stay focused, organized and have a good flow of writing. To generate

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

The story of my history as a writer is a very long one. My writing has come full circle. I have changed very much throughout the years, both as I grew older and as I discovered more aspects of my own personality. The growth that I see when I look back is incredible, and it all seems to revolve around my emotions. I have always been a very emotional girl who feels things keenly. All of my truly memorable writing, looking back, has come from experiences that struck a chord with my developing self. This assignment has opened my eyes, despite my initial difficulty in writing it. When I was asked to write down my earliest memory of writing, at first I drew a blank. All of a sudden, it became very clear to me, probably because it had some

I finally woke up feeling better than I had the day before and I instantly knew the plans God had for me. He gave me an unbelievable amount of strength that I had no idea one person could obtain. I finally accepted that adversity was inevitable and I was no longer going to let it break me. Overcoming adversity is one of the biggest challenged in life and when we finally have the courage and strength to face it; then we will see the purpose God has for us. God will never give up on you and he will never leave your side. I continued to pray until I was no longer in such a bad state of mind. I learned to accept what God had put me through at such an early age as the best blessing I have ever received. Suffering built perseverance and hope that I never thought I had, he took my dark time and turned it into a gift. My experience is not a misfortune, it is something God gave me to be able to serve others. In times of difficulty, no one knows what God is doing with their life but he made me realize what I was capable of overcoming if I trusted in him and never lost faith. He turned something so terrible into something amazing. This showed me that he is always there even when I feel alone and he is never going to leave me in a hard time. I am blessed to be able to be there for others in times like this and give them advice or just be someone to talk to. This experience has influenced me to take on a career in psychology so no one ever

I am most proud of the first long composition that I wrote for this class. This was the personal narrative composition, and I wrote about my experience of entering a new school with people I have never met before. This paper explored how I transformed from being like everyone else, to becoming my own person. I did not have any interactions with this experience before this class. When I wrote the long composition, it was the first time I remembered this experience in many years, and it brought back other happy experiences that I had when I was in middle school. In the past, I have written multiple personal narratives, but this was the first personal narrative that I have written that had to be more than 2 pages. I have always enjoyed writing personal narratives, but I have always struggled with remembering exactly what happened. To help me remember the events that took place for this specific event, I went through old yearbooks of when I was in the seventh grade. Another struggle that happened while writing the long composition was the content. When I first started writing this paper, I did not know what details were important to the main focus of the story. In my first draft, I included details about non important characters. To improve my and get past

Through many moments of vivid imagery, a graphic setting can be pictured. Being able to picture a scene where the weather and living conditions were almost unbearable, plays a major role in understanding the hardship the soldiers faced during war. In addition, the use of third and first person narration allows the audience to connect, by hearing different versions and different personalities. The stories allow each character to come alive, allow their thoughts and troubles to be heard, and most importantly allows the audience to try and understand. “The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head.

My life story I was born on November 25, 1997. I"m a loving son, brother, nephew, grandson, and cusion. My life started out great and awesome. Four years after living a life my mom and dad had other child a little boy my brother named DJ. That was the start of a new life and someone to hang out with. A few years later I had found out that my dad was not my real dad but guess what he is the only man in my life and was there when I was born thats my dad and I love him so much and think him ever day that he has been there every step of the way. Thank you God for this man. My life has threw me some hard balls too. Like when I was eight years old and I came home from a fun day and my mom lieing on the couch crying. My dad had to tell me

Back in twelfth grade English we were handed three different narrative prompts. We were told to pick one of the prompts and write about it. The prompt that stood out to me the most was think of a time when you taught someone something important. I thought about it for a while and what popped into my mind was a time back in seventh grade. There was an Autistic kid in my class that I had the privilege of teaching how to do basic math. To me that was a great story and a great experience that I wanted to write about.

I was beyond scared and now a single parent with no idea of what to do with a baby. So, now my prayers went from asking for a saving grace to asking to be a good parent. It wasn’t easy and I fell back into the drinking crowd. I had that gut-wrenching feeling again of disgust with myself and prayed again for someone or something to get me out of this drinking situation. Well, He came through again and sent an amazing man into my life. We ended up together, he was the only man my daughter knew since she was 11 months old. It was just the three of us all the time so it stopped me from going out drinking and we ended up buying a house together. After six years the relationship came to an end for reasons that were not bad, just on different levels of life at that point. During our time together we didn’t go to Church but he was a believer and we talked about God a lot. It opened up my faith to a new view. I got a bible and devotional books and began my journey as a Christian. I started school and stayed with my parents until I could get on my feet and get my own place. I climbed the later at the Healthcare facility in the area and ended up getting a great

Stories are surrounding us. Whether you're in school or at work or simply listening to somebody let you know about their day. We learn through stories. As humans we all share experiences through stories. We learn from ones experiences while they tell us the story of what happen to them. We learn about a 12 year old girl named Lisa Chavez. She tells us her story about the first time she has experienced racism. We also learn about a woman named Chimamanda Adiche's and she tells us about the dangers of a single story. While Chimamanda Adiche's tells us her story she explains to us why people have racist thoughts and it’s because of storytelling. Then we learn about Hampl’s piece about memoirs. He tells us what he thinks a memoir is and how true can a memoir be. Stories affect our everyday life, they affect how we see people and how we learn about things.

I think the best part of my narrative is my introduction and conclusion. My introduction sets a mysterious tone by stating “I always wondered how would my life…” By starting the

Sharing this story in class was interesting for me for sure. I am not the type of person to tell just anyone about my life, I am more of a listener. Only a select few of people know everything about me, and I hold them close to my heart, but speaking in front of the class lead me to tell my story differently than I would tell my best friend. I have to admit, the story I told was just the surface of who I am, and I purposely left out huge parts of my story because I am

For a few years of my life I felt confused and bewildered. Like a puppy left on the side of the road without any explanation. On an occasion people would ask me what I wanted to do with my life and I never had a response. I would think to myself often and ask myself what the purpose to MY life was. Then on one sunny and hot summer day I had a conversation with the women who threw me my first life line.

For better or worse, for richer or poorer. I was married to my dream because I thought about it day and night. I imaged what it would feel like to walk across the stage and receive my college degree. This dream empowered me and kept me focused on what I needed to do and make it occur. I made an agreement with myself to finish college to finish what I started. I felt like something was incomplete in my life regarding college and college graduation. My eldest brother Willie introduced me to Christ at the age of eleven. He expressed to me that life’s journey did not have to be tackled alone I have a helper, therefore whatever came my way I know I could go to the helper for direction. I requested the helper provide insight in relation to this

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.