Personal Narrative: A Day At The People Of Lake Ontario

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Red Lake Ontario a place that I’ve been But only in my dreams in the last year and ten It’s always been with the boys, mainly my son I invite you into my dreams because you’re my special one. The cabin on the hill faces north over the lake But as the sun set down theres not even a wake

It was a polluted, blazing hot morning and I felt like I had just been working out for the whole night. As I got ready to go to school, putting on my pollution mask, and taking my bike out, I was concerned not about the teachers and getting lost, but about fitting in. This wasn’t perfect Canada anymore, this was chaos filled, contaminated, messed up China! Everyone was so different from the people in Canada, they spoke quite rudely, they wore shaggy cloth, and their shelter was very traditional compared to the ‘modern style houses’ in Canada. You could say that my school was a giant playground with a playground mansion and an additional indoor playground. As I entered the humid environment of the Mansion, strange figures zoomed around

When I was little, my grandfather taught me how to swim. I remember the time we were

I have been in the now disturbing Quetico lake for the last 12 years of my life. I can’t take this. I have one way out, and that is to get someone in, trapped. I am captured in the deepest part of the Quetico lake, 300 feet below, I have gone mental. Around every month someone passes and I restrain myself from knocking, pleading for help. The only way I can get out is if I knock on a boat that passes and put them in my place. I never wanted too, for twelve years I haven’t. I know they will be trapped with a terrible way to escape. It will mess with their mind, but I could not take the pain of going insane. I was stuck...until now.

When a typical person considers taking a vacation, they do not immediately consider Windsor, but the city has plenty to offer such as the WFCU Centre, Canadian Historical Aircraft Museum, and Ojibway Nature Centre. The WFCU Centre hosts fantastic entertainment acts and it also feature sports, music, and comedy performances; some acts that have performed at the centre include: Jerry Seinfeld, Neil Young, and the Windsor Spitfires. Not only does the city provide wonderful entertainment, Windsor is home to the Canadian Historical Aircraft Museum. One of the projects the members of the museum are working on is the restoration of two airplanes: a vintage Lancaster Bomber and Mosquito. Furthermore, pilots fly other antique aircraft and there is

A few weeks ago I was sitting in my old dusty chair watching the news. I was just thinking about the day’s work ahead of me, and wondering if my body will make it through the day. I heard a car door slam. I imagined that it was my wife pulling in, but that would be impossible. I wondered who it could be. I do not get many visitors this time of year, not in the off-season. Could it be the fella that was on the news? They said a girl was murdered in Iowa and the suspect got away, and may be on his way to Canada. Then a loud knock on the door filled the empty room. I got out of my chair slowly, like a pregnant woman would, and made my way to the door. I could hear a creak with every step I took, and only God knows if it came from the floor, or these knobby knees.

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

It was a sunday in August, I woke up so happy . It would be my first time out of Michigan. I was going with my big sister, my best friend and two other friends. When I say I was happy I was happier then than a baby when you give it chocolate for the first time. I said my goodbyes to my mom and I was off. We were at the checkpoint so that we could get on the bus.It was crowed and it was hot because the sun was out. It did not make it any better because the line was as long , like a giraffe's neck. We finally got checked in and took our seats on the bus. Then we hit the highway. People were yelling and laughing .We heard HONK ,HONK, BEEP, BEEP, from the cars the next 4 hours. When we finally got off the bus it felt like we

I followed Cliff and his siblings to the safe zone. We arrived around nightfall. They checked our eyes to make sure we didn't have symptoms of Mentis Rabidus, then they gave us canned soup and bedrolls. After we ate, they told us the plan. We will follow a river and using the mountains as protection. The end point is about 1,500 miles away. It is near the Peace River in Canada. They told us it will be a lot of walking and everyone will need to help with chores. I'm not too happy about that. I would rather just look out for myself. But Canada is a lot safer than L.A., and to get there I need to help out.

The place I went to was called lake skinner it was beautiful hills where all around the ground was half dirt and half grass with a few trees hear and there the grass filled with bush's that had white,orange,and yellow flowers all around me and my friend went to the lake it was large it glistening when the sun rays hit the water.

I grew up Western New York State, in a rural community located on the south shore of Lake Ontario, roughly between the City of Buffalo and the City of Rochester. The area is known for its formidable weather, especially the snow storms in the winter due to the lake effect. The community has its roots in farming and raising livestock (mostly cows), which continues today though there are more housing developments dotting the landscape these days. My town is home to the world’s biggest apple pie, and is very much like stepping back in time in some respects. The views and practices of the community have changed very little in the past forty years and will be slow to do so given the conservative nature of the public’s opinion, now that I look from

So Yesterday morning I was sleeping in and then my Father came over to my apartment and asked me if I wanted to go to Lake Michigan and naturally I said yes or something similar I can't remember I was too tired but I got up and before you know it my Father and I headed to the beach we stopped to get a drink at speedway gas station I got extra a sweet tea and my Father got a Pepsi and we also stopped at Burger King on the way my Father got a whopper and I got a whopper with bacon and cheese anyway once we got to the beach I was quite surprised that their wasn't a lot of sand the water was really taking up a lot of space but we eventually found a place to put our stuff because even though their wasn't a lot of sand their were still a lot of people

Despite what some oldest or middle children might like to believe, being the youngest in a family of six complicated my childhood and often left me to feel extraneous in the shadows of my older brothers. After years of this belittlement, I grew into an independent, curious individual who wants nothing more than an opportunity to do something greater than what is expected of me, and Northwestern is the perfect place for me to achieve my dreams.