Outline Of Anecdotal Speech

Purpose: The purpose of this speech is to inform others about the production, utilizations and impacts of nuclear energy.

Transition: I’ve told you about some attractions and the malls, Finally, I’m going to tell you about the hotels in Dubai and also some major possible future hotel projects.

Audience analysis: My audience consists of an elderly, unemployed white woman from West Virginia who has dealt with depression, anxiety and dementia; a younger white couple, of whom, the woman suffers from depression and anxiety due to a car accident as a teenager. She is educated and employed as a director of a mental health facility. The young male was raised in New York City and feels like he has symptoms of anxiety but never formally diagnosed by a professional.

The principal then called my dad and told him all of what happened and I could have swore they were only on the phone for five minutes and my dad got there as soon as they hung up. My dad talked with the principal and the teacher for about ten minutes then we went home. I didn't go to school for the rest of the week and that saturday he went and bought a house here in Eastover and I

The clock struck 3:30pm as I walked into my apartment on Thursday the 3rd after my MIS class. I proceeded to unlock my bedroom, put my bag down and get into my UA Wildcat gear in preparation for the first game. My fraternity brothers and I were all meeting over at our house shortly so we could all walk to the stadium together. I then proceeded down the elevator, out to Park Avenue, and started my walk to the house. The minute I stepped outside I overheard a group of girls talking about the football game. “I’m so excited to finally get back to the Zoo,” one said. “Football season is my favorite time of the year,” another one said. I continued to walk down Park Avenue where I observed various groups of students all getting excited for the first game of the year. As I passed University Boulevard the madness continued with the bumper-to-bumper traffic, mass amounts

The night was cold, the air humid, and the sky gloomy it was like any other night at the park but until I got a text message exclaiming LET'S PLAY A GAME. So I called my friends to help me figure out if it was fake or real I called Stevee to help," Hey I need your help can you come to Mazanita park,..I need to talk to you," I stated

Finally, winter break was over and it was time for school. During the morning time, everyone from the school goes to the cafeteria to eat breakfast or just to talk to friends before class starts. When I walked in, I saw everyone looking at me and wondering to myself that everyone knows the knew. There was an open table and I decided to sit there and wait for Preston to come. While waiting, I was looking through the evidence on my phone and thinking to myself what I am going to say to

Unexpectedly, entire buildings were being quarantined. School was cancelled shortly before our exams as well as our junior high ball.

The school day did not start out as the normal routine and I was not used to this. I came in the classroom, set my backpack in my cubbie, and the teacher was watching the television screen. I cannot recollect what my teacher told the class about the events. Either I was too young to remember what she said or I was not paying attention. After everyone settled down, Mrs. Scholar began the school day. I remember some kids were leaving school. Their parents came and picked them up after just dropping them off an hour ago. Some of my classmates did not come to school that day at all. I

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

Starting the day, my sister and I were rushing out of the house to the car, so we sped down the road. The day was steamy and hot, and you could smell the fogginess falling down from the sky. We slowly got out of the car, parked by the activity entrance, we simultaneously glanced at our parents, I could feel the anxiousness spewing from them. Then we picked up the pace and opened the school doors, as I walked in I saw Jordan, a previous varsity player now senior, crumble to the floor

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

So here I was, heading through the door of doom. I saw my parents there, some other adults, the principal, and two other students. This

     I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of