Narrative Essay For College

As I saw him walk towards my locker at school, as he usually did after 8th period everyday, I could tell what was about to happen. My name was all that I would let him say before I finished what I already knew he was going to say. "You're breaking up with me". And then I just turned and walked away as he called my name yet again but did nothing to catch up to me. I walked down the hallway by the counselors office in the B building where my group of friends usually hung around and exclaimed that he had just broken up with me. They offered me quick condolences before I walked to my bus and sat quietly till I got home. What then felt like a bitter goodbye eventually felt like a necessary sadness in order to obtain happiness.

I had been at it since 7 o’clock in the morning, my body aching for rest. My father paid for the Ballet Lessons to teach me more discipline,

Today was the usual day at the base as one of the guards watched the show on the television. Nothing was showing up on the radar as men were looking at it for any sudden changes. Tristan Dimont, a private, was looking at the radars until he heard footsteps and got up to salute. The others soon got up to salute at the captain. He saw the captain walked towards him and looked at the radar. "Has anything changed?" the captain said towards the private as he looked at the radar. The private looked at the radar and said, "Nothing so far, sir." he quickly turned to the captain, "But, the radar did spot a couple Spanish ships earlier.".

As my 8th grade year in Willis Junior High began to come to a close, the pressure of high school arose earlier than I expected. Transitions weren’t something I was unfamiliar with, but losing all strong connections with great friends and amazing teachers scared me severely. I knew that after middle school, my closest friends and I would be separated. With busy schedules, contact was uncertain and limited. For the first time, I felt what real anxiety of entering a new area of my life was like. I thought of nothing but everyone’s expectations of me, and how I might fail without the support of my friends. Unfortunately, I concluded right away that I did not look forward to entering high school. The change in my emotions during this time was important

Going to high school was somewhat of a culture shock. New people, styles, cliques, and even some new language. I went from having a well established reputation at Forest Park Middle School to being a nobody at the high school. I didn't play sports, I wasn’t in band, I didn’t act in plays, I didn’t belong anywhere. I decided to roll with the same group of six people for the entire year. Life was dull.

• After spending time away from the draft of your narrative essay, read through the essay and think about whether the writing effectively recreates the experience for your readers.

A couple of years ago, our class was separated into small teams of two and tasked to see who could create the best float out of tin foil and 5 straws that was durable enough to hold over 100 pennies in 10 minutes. My partner, who happened to be my best friend, told me to create the float because he was sort of confused on how to actually construct the float. I was a little confused myself at the time. Since this task required building I felt a little more confident. So, before I actually started to create the float I took a minute or two to actually visualize the float. After a couple minutes I just jumped right in and threw the float together exactly how I pictured it. Compared to others design ours looked fairly simple, we were a little worried. But, surprisingly, we ended up winning the challenge with our float holding well over 100 pennies.

The water was green and murky, with no telling which area was safe to jump into. The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.

I met my brother and sister from across a classroom desk in the basement of Saint Anthony’s Medical Center. I was walking into my first Alateen meeting with my biological sister, Alex, with a blank stare and a mind overflowing with thoughts of why and how I had gotten there. Alex and I sat down next to a boy, who was about sixteen years old with tan skin and brown hair, and a girl, who was about twelve years old and looked just like him. Fast forward three years and I found myself moving the boxes of these two into a new house. Everyday I am rendered by the mere thought that if I hadn’t gone to those meetings, if my mother hadn't gone to those meetings, I would have lost another father.

As I stood in my cabin with my cousins changing into our swimsuits I couldn’t wait tonights game. We were at Stoney Glen a camp that my cousins and I go to each year. Every night we play a game and tonight the game was the water olympics.

You know that friend that you try to ignore whenever they wave at you in the hallway? At first they were okay but now it’s embarrassing to be around them in public. The friendship sort of just happened and you don’t know how to let them down easy. Playing an instrument is a similar feeling, at least in my opinion. There’s a reason why I’m not as willing to let people know I’m in the band and play the clarinet. The clarinet isn’t even that bad and I’ve had some good memories in band but people don’t need to know that. They should know the struggle it’s been ever since the beginning.

slept through the burglary. I considered lying about this to the cops when I went to report it, but you don’t lie to the police. It’s like doctors: they can’t help you if you lie to them. I mean, I don’t always tell my doctor the whole truth, but that’s because my doctor happens to be an old friend—some things are just too embarrassing to tell your friends.

One would think that purchasing your first home would be a very fascinating experience; after all it is one of the most major purchases of your entire life.  In America, home ownership ties in with the American Dream and the spirit of working hard to one day earn through hard work a home with a white picket fence. My husband and I felt that it was time for us to reward ourselves for all the hard work we have been putting in over the years by purchasing our first home, which was well overdue. I quickly learned the process of purchasing your first home can be very frustrating and stressful. However, if you survive the home buying process the reward is priceless once you move

I grew up in a rough neighborhood and an even rougher family. I grew up in North Philadelphia, one of the more dangerous parts of Philadelphia. I lived with my Grandmother for the majority of my life because my mom was in and out of jail for selling drugs and my father was notorious for being a shooter in the area so I couldn’t really spend too much time hanging around him let alone live with him for my own safety. I was exposed to a lot of stuff that a normal 15 year old should’ve not been exposed to but I’m not saying it like it had a negative effect on my life, it made me who I am today. I have 3 older brothers and an older sister, my brothers didn’t start living with me until I was in 9th grade so I really didn’t know them like that let alone have a bond with them. Me growing up that’s all I ever wanted, I wanted that brotherhood that I never had with my brothers. Only thing we had in common was that we all had dangerous tempers and that we all was known for being football stars in Pop Warner and High School. Besides that we stayed to ourselves, they focused on football while I did what I did. I played football but at this age I wasn’t focused on it, I got attached to unhealthy group of young adults at the age of 11 due to the fact I was so desperate for that brotherhood bond. They always looked out for me, always made sure I was good, they always was putting money in my pockets until I got to the age I could get it on my own. But most

We are about three miles from wherever we were, and I just can’t run anymore.