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.

My mother died four years ago from an asthma attack and not a day goes day that I don’t miss her! Initially when I found out she had passed away I was 15 years old at the time. As a result I knew my whole life was about to change; I would have a void in my heart forever furthermore, losing my mother would change my perspective of the world .Although it was hard to describe the pain that I felt, I can still describe her inner and outer beauty. Moreover she fed me and even freed proficient sleep Also, I was very proud of my mother for going back to school to get her diploma. In my eyes this made her a hero because of the obstacle that she had to overcome as an adult. To illustrate this point she got pregnant during her senior year and had dropped out. However, being the strong determine person that she was, she went back to school when he baby was six months old and earned her GED.

One cold sunny weekend in February of 2014 in Madison, MS the Saint Stanislaus boys just arrived to the hotel where they would stay for the night before the big game. All was good the night before we ate and later went to sleep. We all woke up around eight in the morning and had breakfast. We left for the fields around twelve because the game was at two in the evening.

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

It is unexpected but soft and the feeling of his lips lingers when he pulls back to see your reaction. He stands up after he senses you can't look him in the eye. Your arm automatically jerks and grabs his pants' leg. Instead of putting his shoes back on, he takes his jacket off. He sits on the bed and simply begins to lay kisses from your forehead to your lips. The mind that was racing all day seems to be on pause. He hesitates to kiss your neck at first but ends up leaving hickeys.

For as far back as I can remember all the females in my family have

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

You hear the whispered shuffling of nearly silent footsteps across shag carpeting. Soft hands surround you, shrouding you in darkness and leaving only overbearing cherry lotion scents to give you a sense of where you are. A nauseating feeling comes in as you feel yourself rising, the air ever so slightly vocalizing a hushed whoosh on every side of you. A flood of warm ochre light blinds you for a moment, bringing you back to awareness. The hands that startled you before now carefully tear the plastic that once coated your body off, and you can feel their warmth much stronger than when they first held you. An air bubble pops quietly and you quickly find that a rubbing motion is spreading parts of you over rough lips that exhale a wind

Next, the unthinkable occurred as Viktor’s finger pushed inward to Joey’s virgin asshole. This apparently one hundred percent, married Italian stud started wailing for more, uncontrollable.

I want to so bad, I want to push. My thumbs ache with tension, and anticipation. They know what is to come, they want it to come. My chest is heaving now, like a mad man’s. Am I mad? I am pushing now. Pushing my dirt clustered thumbs into the sockets of her eyes. She is awake now. The pain she must be feeling is unfathomable. The juices of her eyes are watering out now, dripping ever so closer to the rust dusted floor. I push deeper, harder, with more purpose now. I know what I am doing, but never have I done it before. The outcries of her’s are masked by the deep, monotone, grunting of my own. I haven’t stopped screaming since I began, and I fear now that I never will. I can see the tendons in my thumbs, flexed, and alert. My long uncut

I’m typing this on my phone right now as were pulling out of our block and headed into the unknown. I decided to put this recent series of events up on Reddit because of the lately strange behavior of my friend, Matt. Matt and I have been roommates since college, and although many roommates try to avoid each other (like my introverted self did), I grew close to Matt because of one interesting aspect of his personality. He was absolutely delirious about finding this secluded tunnel in the Nevadan Mountains that led to a land no one, not even the US government had been to.

The day I learned to swim was a normal day, one month after I started.

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.

Today is my mother’s birthday. November 17th. I am not sure how old she is turning. This time last year I was in the process of moving and the year before that I was in the process of staying afloat so forgive me, Mother, if I age you up a bit in my mind. Your bubbly child still loves you despite never getting you a real gift other than the hand turkeys from 3rd grade. But, maybe that’s where this started. Maybe my third grade was the grade when I realized hand turkeys can’t conjure up love out of everyone.