Narrative Essay Examples

“School made us ‘literate’ but did not teach us to read for pleasure.” -Ambeth R. Ocampo

At this point in my life I find myself in an interesting predicament regarding my attitudes toward reading and writing; more so towards reading. Years ago I used to love reading books for pleasure but nowadays I find myself reading things that little to no effort to digest. This includes the very basic posts on facebook expressing one’s opinion on something or articles and threads on reddit discussing topics I find intriguing. Perhaps it’s the severe senioritis that has overcome me as I enter my last semester at Chapman University. As I’ve gotten lazier I can see it start to reflect in my everyday life. Deep down I still love to read but I rarely find myself getting truly invested into the action unless it relates to something I am very

Writing has always been my most difficult part of English. Reading, on the other hand, is something I could do all day; however, with writing, I grimace just thinking about it. It was not that I did not have anything to say, because I actually have quite a bit to say. I just could never figure out how to phrase what I had to say in just right way on the page. My mom taught me to read and write at a young age. After that, I would devour any book that I could get my hands on. However, I have had trouble with writing since it became more than just my alphabet and numbers.

Story telling is a uniquely human attribute. It is an imaginative process between the composer and responder that invites us, as the audience to engage vicariously with the experience of others. Stories or narratives have been shared in all culture as a mean of education, entertainment and also to notify the audience of the values and belief systems of our culture. The texts of ‘Through the tunnel’ and ‘Green tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe’ conspicuously highlight the ability of storytelling to empower the individual and outline storytelling as a device to inform us of values and people’s transmission is able to transcend time.

I have played basketball since 6th grade and I have always really enjoyed it. I was determined to do well and excel in it so I put a lot of extra time in it in the summer and on the weekends practicing. Well once I got up to the junior high level I was doing quite well and had improved tremendously after attending a couple of basketball camps over the summer, but I was not getting any playing time. Towards the end of the season my parents decided to transfer me to a new school for academic reasons and I finished the season off there earning a starting spot. I continued to enjoy the game and was very eager to learn new skills to become a better player, but once I entered the high school level, things changed. Usually in high school people start to find their place and figure out what they are good at and not and so did I.

On the way there, my dad kept telling me to relax, and that I would be fine. The drive was only ten minutes, but it felt like an hour. ”Have a good day sweetie, you’ll do great.” he comforted. As I was walking to the door, I had a nervous taste in my mouth. I ended up having to wait for a while, then the bell rang and all the students were allowed to go to their lockers. When I waked through the halls, I saw so many new faces, and I heard everyone talking with their friends. The voices were all so enthusiastic and excited, a complete contrast to how I

A narrative essay is a story that is true and has meaning, whether it be to prove a point, send a message, explain an event that’s happened, or entertain the reader. Most narrative essays are written to convey a story from a past time that sends a message to not only the reader, but the writer themselves. When planning a narrative essay, the first step is to identify the topic in which the writer wants to explain. There are multiple ways in which the you can come up with a topic, it all depends on the style you’re most comfortable with. The next step is to write down all the main events that supports the topic you have chosen. What main events led up to the story you’re trying to approach? What key events made what your topic is all about?

Everyone knows that “freedom 55” (the ability to retire from work at that age) has turned out to be a marketing slogan than a reality for most senior’s in America. But there are still an enviable few who were able to realize their dream (Susan Smith). In March of 2006, I became one of the few that saw their dream come true, at age 58. I retired after 28 years working with the mentally challenged individuals in a large state-run facility. I started working at the facility in the maintenance department, as a housekeeper cleaning the buildings. After two years in that position, I realized that I was capable of completing the duties of the assigned direct care staff, even though I only had a high school diploma. As a result of my natural empathic abilities to influence and manage people and the state offered promotional tests, I was able through the years to work my way up to a second level managerial position. Still, having completed all these levels in my professional life, I had not finished the main item listed in my preverbal lifelong goals, which was the completion of my college education.

I am seeking an internship to continue my journey in dietetics. This journey began when I sat through a dietetics informational segment during orientation week at college. I was fascinated in what the director had to say and of all the opportunities for dietitians. At that moment, I finally found my way onto the career path that was mine all along. That day, I decided to switch my major from nursing to dietetics.

"So what have you been up too." he asks, sneaking a glance in my direction "I haven't seen you since before break."

For most of my life, I’ve really struggled with math. My first memory of math and insecurity was in third grade, when we started doing timed multiplication. I could always feel how cold the seat suddenly seemed to be, and I could never finish the whole sheet. None of the other kids could either, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I was really smart, I’d be able to. I used to come home and cry to my mom every day we had tests like that. Both of my parents are computer programmers, and my sister showed a mathematical aptitude as soon as she was in school. I compared myself to my older sister and parents, and felt so ashamed every time I failed. Over time, even though I kept pace with the kids in my classes, I felt increasingly inadequate.

I was born to a Colombian father and a Slovak mother, who both happened to be studying in Germany at the time. Shortly after I was born we moved to Brazil, making my first language Portuguese, while my father spoke to me in Spanish, my mother spoke to me in Slovak, and my parents to each other in German. Before I was two we moved to California. It was just my parents and I since everyone else we knew was spread all over the world.

I retry my combination lock number so many times and the less students I see in the hallways, they are going into their class. Eventually, it open, I hurry to put my stuff away and went to my homeroom class. Turning red when I saw everyone already sitting down. Realizing there were assigned planners on tables, so I had to find my seat. There were a few empty seats, so I have to look and check which one is mine. When I was walking around I was so nervous, I could feel my face heating up and turning from my fair skin to a tomato. “Karina, your seat is right there.” Mr.Nelson, my teacher, said. I was relieve. Looking around to see who was in my class, some familiar faces and some not; but I did see this one girl who I use to talk to in 3rd grade, Sarahi, she also did not have anyone she knew of, so we became friends.

Children have a tendency to bring out the very best in people. I can say I have been fortunate to have four little blessings of my own. I consider each of them as a blessing and each day I am reminded of how much they mean to me. My children have brought out the best in me--parts that I never knew existed. As children grow, so do parents. I have evolved into a better person with the courage to overcome all obstacles because of the love that I have for my children.

The moment I stepped into school, I felt the monday blues, I was dreading for the weekend to come. At that time, I was only in grade five, all I knew was that school would only bring me ecstasy and never predicted the misery side of it. Nevertheless, I continued to drag myself into my classroom, which was located at the end of hall. It all started out fine, nothing surprising, just normal routines, such as hanging up my bags and coat and taking the attendance. As I was about to respond “here” to my name, the secretary gently knocked on the door. It was a new student, she just transferred from a school in Vancouver. As we welcome her in, she introduced herself to us, and her name is Wivi. Coincidentally, there was a desk unoccupied beside me, and I slowly approached her as she shyly sits down.