Personal Narrative Analysis

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say

I ran upstairs crying filled with terror. I come to the top of my steps and turn to see my dad holding my 7 year old sister Alli crying in his arms. It looked like my dad had just seen a ghost, because he was so scared. Considering we were all extremely scared we all slept in our parent’s room. Next thing you know my dad got a text from our neighbors Stacey and Tyler saying our tree was on

The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

I sitting up there in my room and I hear a plate fall and so I walked down the stairs and I saw my grandmother sitting in her chair not talking with her plate in the floor and her food as well. So I called my dad and told him to get home fast and he said wants wrong and I said grandma isn't talking and her plate and her food is in the floor sitting in her chair. So he got home and called the police and then they took her to the hospital and we weren't allowed to go to the hospital with her. So as hours pass by it was 3 in the morning when my dad got a call they said there taking her to a different hospital. As days pass by we got a call from the hospital saying that she past away so we drove 3 hours away to go see her and we got there we walked into the room and we

I have talked about goals before, but today I want to talk about a very special goal of mine. To begin with, driving scares me! Especially my mom's vehicle, which is like driving a mechanical monster; or a behemoth as I call it! For a long time I have had friends and family on my back to get my license. I have had other options; people willing to give me rides, bus. I become quite inventive in finding ways to side step my fear. That was until my mother started having medical problems, and I wasn't able to help her as much as I wanted. (I also began to realize that as much as I wanted my parents to be around forever to look out for me, reality has a different plan.) So I decided it was time to face one of my demons!

On my first year of the second semester in Valencia College at building five in the middle of a Monday night during the cold winter. As I was waiting for my ride sitting there at my usual spot nearby the door nothing, but silence in this building where the bookstore and cafeteria was closed after I was done with my night classes. No one was around nothing, but silence only my music blasting out loud through my headphones. Suddenly a girl is walking towards to the building that I am in. As she got in the building she was wearing a black leather jacket, red cloth beanie, red scarf around her neck tied up like a knot and warm boots. She was on the phone which I did not try to make a conversation with her because that would be rude. Even though

It's the beginning of summer, and Marilyn was really excited. Her plans were to go to the beach and have some fun out of the city but something was going happened to her plans. Her aunt Rosie was coming to visit and when she comes to visit all plans go down hill but Marilyn wasn't going to let that happen this year. Marilyn was going to do everything she could do to not let her vacations plans get ruined especially because her aunt was coming over.First thing she wanted to do is to try to convince her parents to go to the beach and include her aunt.

I was writing the following post and came to a deep understanding. My mind corrected itself and instantly I feel better. I’m amazed by how much I’ve progressed in the last four months. I thought it might be helpful to read my thoughts and how I changed them from being negative.

It was a late October day in 2002 and it was cold. Colder than usual during the fall. i was so hungry. I didn’t eat for days and the thought of food made my mouth water. i was sitting outside with my big brother Dillon. The sensory of my surroundings was not good. Trash filled our yard and the stench from the trash made it hard the breath. Everything was filled with neglect.

This tiny, new addition to my family has definitely given me a lot of water to drink. I surely love and do not regret letting her in our lives. I am speaking of a kitten that made her way into my life in the most unexpected way. Taking care of her needs, opening myself to her demands, and joggling my time, have proven me that anything can become a challenge.

It all started when I hurt my wrist on my brothers little bike going of a homemade bike jump. I went inside to tell my parents that my wrist really hurt. All they said was you probably twisted it. After awhile it started to feel better so I went over to my friends house to have a sleepover. Once I got there we decided to play with the bike pump my friend pulled it under from me and I landed on my wrist once again. I thought it was no big deal and went on with my day. After a little while we decided to ride our little brothers bikes up and down the hill. But that was not the best idea. The bike slipped from under me and I landed on my wrists again. I wa sin so much pain that I had no words and even know it felt like I was going to start balling

Many people ask me if the experience affected me in a negative way, I immediately said yes. Other people asked me if I would change this experience at all, I said no. This made me a stronger, wiser, more hardworking, more motivated, and a more independent person. I learned to never turn my back because people would stab it right away. I learned to keep my head up and strive to be a better person every single day. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyways”. That is exactly what I did.

My mother would always feel the balmy summer air everywhere she went. In order to balance the heat she would drop the temperature low enough to see our breaths. I reached over for my wool blanket and made my way to the living room. My school supplies that I would take notes and read questions off of where waiting patiently with my step-dad. As I hear the creaky wood floor under the carpet I notice my step-dad sitting on the couch. I would be too if I was trying to get everything finalized to move into a new house. He examined the room like he 's never sat in there and rubbed his palms like he was nervous to be there. He sat there in the dark and I realized I can 't write with that lighting. I sat next to him only to hear my