Personal Narrative Analysis

It's about 8:45 the October night air was cool. I was leaving my house to go trick-or-treating with Amie. We got in the car to drive near where we were trick-or-treating. My mom dropped us off at the gas station down the road so we could get drinks and snacks before we go. We have $20 to get the few things we can. We each got a bottle of Mt. Dew, a can of Surge, a Reese's ,a bag of gummy bears,a bag of chips, and Skittles.

From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.

As the second half started, I started to feel confident in myself. Leuzinger started attacking very quickly. They kept taking shot and crossing the ball, but I just kept blocking the shots, I felt unstoppable. They started getting more dangerous as the minutes goes by. We were defending most of the time in the second half and were not getting many opportunities to score. As the game is coming closer to an end, our defender cause a foul, so they were rewarded a free kick. I start to set up my wall with four of our players as they are protecting the right side of the goal. I go towards the middle as the referee allows the player to shoot the free kick. My heart was racing, I hear the crowd cheering all over the field, the coaches screaming at

Then, the next day passed and i woke up and walked to my great grandma's and my great grandpa’s house and brought everything that i brought. After that i went to the store down

It has been a while since we had last talked. How have you been? I have been fantastic, although school is substantially more stressful, when compared to seventh grade. I am still participating in and enjoying soccer. The last couple of holidays in which the family came together have been amazing.

Have you ever not been trick or treating on Halloween? Well I have. It all started October 31st 2015.

I decided before I went to college that I was going to experience new things. When you come from a small town where Walmart is the only place to have fun, you end up craving something different from the everyday drivel. Adventure is out there, and I shouldn’t have to drive three hours for something interesting. College should have brought about a variety of spice in life.

I had done the impossible. I was the first flying human being in all of mankind. What could I do with this tremendous ability, I had to ask myself. I could use this power for my own gain or to help others with their difficulties. There was one thing that changed my life. After I fell into that vat of snakes, my way of living changed drastically.

On December 19, 2012, on the way back home from soccer practice, my parents let the news out that we were to move for the second in two years. The year before had been an adventurous one. I was beginning “middle school” in Australian standards, and that was the year I found out that our family was to be moving back to the US, to the Windy City. Well…a little north from there to a small village named Glencoe. This move was welcome as for the first time I would receive an education in America. Upon moving there and getting settled in and starting school, I fell in love with the place and everybody who was associated with it as it was a small village with less than 2,000 people. I also did not expect to move anywhere. I though that this would

Elaborate on an issue of personal, local, national, or global concern that is of significant importance to you.

I am most definitely a digital native. Born in the mid 90’s my family has had a computer in the house for as long as I can remember. Despite the fact that computers and technology has been prevalent in my life I often look back and marvel at the progression of technology. It’s an incredible thing that “Generation X” and “Millennials” share, we grew along side this technology boom. Agreeing with the "Digital Natives and Digital Immigrants” article I can many of my personality traits to technology. I use the Internet to my full advantage searching things that I am curious about, finding new restaurants, and keeping up on current events. By developing these habits, my patience is shorter. I like for instructions and interactions to be concise,

Thursday morning came quickly for Samantha. She had lain awake until the early hours of the morning reliving her lesson from the previous night.

This was my earliest memory. I was four years old and it was around the time of Christmas. Me and my brother David were in the kitchen eating our snack at the brown breakfast table we always ate at before we went to preschool. My mom was putting up the the decorations on the christmas tree in the living room that was adjacent to our kitchen and just a step down. She always put up these tiny plastic houses, old shops and tiny churches - usually on the top above our television case - that were covered in snow and would light up when you plugged them into the wall and you could always see the little figures through the tiny windows. She always used fluffy white cotton fabric that she would place around the little houses to imitate snow. She also would always put up the scene of Jesus in the manger with the wise men and the barn animals which too would light up. These were always pleasing to look at and help set up. My dad was outside putting the yellow lights on the gutter of our white house - “white house” is how we always remembered our house back in Madison Wisconsin. We were not big into decorations when it came to holidays like halloween where we would just carve a few pumpkins, but when christmas came my parents seemed to enjoy decorating the most.

Only staying a little past lunch we would laugh, and play, and eat, and pick out our pumpkin. Then right before leaving we would stand in line for half an hour. Just to get a dozen fresh apple cider doughnuts. Even though they had the same doughnuts inside the main store with a shorter wait. On the way home we divided all the doughnuts up between us. I always ate mine the quickest, dad was usually second, and my mom and Noah, my brother, both only ever ate one of theirs and saved the rest for later. Which Noah always ended up giving me one of his extras anyway.

The date was October 30, 2006, a crisp but clear night in the streets of Waiuku. Our next door neighbours were having a Halloween gathering filled with drinks, an overload of food, and deafening music. Seeing as the neighbours were also my mum’s mum and her sister, a whole heap of my extended family were there. This included my cousins Grace and Mark, their parents, a few distant family members, and some I hadn’t even met before. Even though the house was overcrowded, I had a lot of fun.