Personal Essay : My Personal Experience

Of all the forms of literature, the most interesting might be the fairytales, or the science fiction thriller about robots. However, there lacks the sense of truth, in a way blocking the reader from true connection with the story. Memoir is real, memoir is true, and memoir can range from any end of the ocean in structure and theme.

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

Profile picture was him and a surfboard - this man looks tall, dark, and handsome - a must meet! He states he is artistic and currently in between Jujitsu careers (oh boy, first red flag). I shake it off, considering myself as being way too judgmental; stop it Tammy - We move forward with the 'meeting' - Big Sur is 5'5 with work boots on and soft-spoken - slightly balding, strands poke through, here and there, like piglet hair. Definitely not a match - now what? Must fill an hour's worth of bullshit small talk in order to get through this, thank GOD I babble when nervous- WAIT! I got a text from some biker guy during the 'so where have you been in the United States question' (like I care) – I use this as my emergency text to take off -

i figured i might as well write back something. something more composed and put together. something better than just a bunch of emotions poorly leaking out through cheaper words.

This was the first night I had been out on the town, since coming of age. After dark I left to the bloody goblin, a tavern near the center of town. I’ve been there many times with my father when I was younger. However, that was many years ago, I recall the smell of strong alcohol burning my nose and the smoke stained roof. I forgot how short of a walk it was to the goblin seeing as I arrived there in just a few minutes, no time to reminisce before going in on my own. The tavern was loud and you could hear the sailors inside singing shanties that remind me of the docks near home. The smell of burning alcohol was strong in the air. The building was in rougher shape than I remember. some of the windows were cracked and some were even broken in. The goblin cutout they had above the sign was sun rotted and ready to fall apart and

Throughout high school, I have had the ability to excel in a multitude of subjects. I am not trying to make myself sound better than I am, but I am merely sharing that I have put every bit of effort in each course I have taken. That does not mean I always received an 'A', but it does mean that I am one of the rare students that did not just memorize the information given, but actually understood it. But I believe the point of this question is to understand what I have truly excelled in, and Pre-Calculus is one of the courses that I must say is the best subject I ever did in. It was not in terms of the letter grade; however I did get an 'A' but that is not why I excelled. I excelled because when I was out of school for almost 2 months, that was the only class that needed my

Who am I as a writer? If I was asked this before I was in College Comp, I would say I’m unsure. With countless ventures trying to figure out what type of writer I am. Now that I explored the art of writing with the help of journal entries and major papers, I feel like I created my own sense of writing that Is special to me. Building on my experience as a public speaker, I’ve bettered my writing skills and process during college composition.

I've been stumbling across some thoughts the past couple days and this is just going to be a stream of unfiltered angry consciousnesses. I'm done sugar coating shit for you so this is going to be brutally honest and very harsh it will probably make you feel like shit and I'm sorry but some self reflecting must be done if this relationship is going to have any chance. And just for the record If you ever lie to me or mess up like this again we're done I really can't take anymore. Mistakes happen but mistakes like this shouldn't, and you can no longer claim in experience. We've been dating for over a year now, we know each other way too well for problems like this to continually occur. I'm tired of the "I'm sorry's, and I'm disgusted every time

In the beginning of the course I was nervous about how well I would do and if this class would really interest me. As my first online course, this is a great experience, so great; I don 't want to take anymore face-to-face classes. However, psychology to me is the most interesting subject, but it 's nothing without a great teacher, so this might be my only great online experience.

Everyone says things come and go so don't stress so much about what you can't control.

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

“Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself”-Travis Pastrana. I got distracted and didn’t see the guy in fourth, he kicked me into the wall. I bounced off the wall and tried to catch my fall with my arms. That didn’t work I could hear my arms crackle and break. I saw the guy in sixth coming toward me, but I couldn’t move. Bam! everything went black.

There was a Strange light coming from outside of the coffee shop,also a weird noise. I went outside to check and there was a helicopter. The person inside the helicopter it had a big platform beneath it. The person used some type of microphone to shout everyone get on the platform. I did what the man said, everyone did what the man said. It was Night time so I decided to go to sleep on this hard uncomfortable platform. When I woke up we were on a big field you could not see the other side, that is how big it is. When I went over to the helicopter platform the helicopter was gone. Then a couple hours later the helicopter comes back with hundreds of more people. So I started to worry how I would survive, I gathered some sticks and made a fire. Then I went to go look for food I could not really find stuff but the millions of berry bushes so I decided to stick with the berry bushes for the time I am here. There is a lot of trees in the forest over there maybe I should go and get some from over there so I can build a little place to stay in for the night so I don't get harmed.

The following stories show the lessons I learned through personal experiences. Growing up in Berkeley Springs and moving to Cumberland pushes me to adapt to change, meet new people and find my personality. As I go through each grade a new lesson is learned, some more important than others. Every experience shown in the following vignettes shapes how I will succeed in the future

I was raised understanding life happens to everyone ,life isn't fair and c'est la vie ; so when "Life" happened to me, I never made it my business to tell my story; to seek help ,attention , or love because of my circumstances. I simply rolled with the punches and never let the outside world see me sweat. Instead I would come home and write; write my thoughts , fears, desires , goals , and regrets.