Personal Narrative Analysis

Our tour guide made us take turns sitting on the edge of the boat with our wetsuits and snorkelling gear on in case there was a sighting. After all that she had said I thought that she was just trying to get our hopes up for something that wasn’t going to happen. It was joyless. Well, until she said “JUMP” that is. At the time, I had no clue what so ever what I was doing. The person next to me jumped so I just did to. That’s when I touched it. I had landed on the world’s biggest sea creature; the whale shark. The tour guide quickly jumped in and pulled out her camera; a Go-Pro and began filming me along-side the shark. Luckily I was the only one on the same side as the shark as her as I began posing and smiling for the camera. That’s the shark sped up and drifted out of distance. My heart was racing as this had been one of the most tremendous and overwhelming experiences of my young

We stepped onto the boat. No turning back. The boat started and out we went. Me and my friend Dawson were ready to have fun tubing. Unfortunately, we had to wait our turn. The minutes went past. We were sitting on the boat watching noobs fly off the tube. Finally, it was our turn.

After a while of swimming and being silly, the sea separated us. The waves grew bigger and violent. The riptide dragged me farther away from my cousins. For what seemed like forever I twirled around in the sea, having a few seconds where I was able to catch my breath and being pulled down under the salty water again. I felt like a sock inside a washing machine going full circle. At one time, the tide was so high and violent that when it plunged

Swaying only a bit back and forth while I push us forward with the paddles. The hollow inside of the canoe that's a chestnut-brown, allows me and her to fit comfortably within it, along with other devices. Slithering forward to reach to the scene I wish to desire, I begin to realize the wind creating a stronger force and the dripping of the water from the sky. Drifting back and not making my way forward, we both begin to paddle harder. The waves of the water begin to pick up, and the canoe begins to sway side by side. If it tips, I know we will both have to swim back. The waves hit the side of the canoe loudly, like a rock thrown at a window. My friend eventually thinks she is doing all the work, but then I stop paddling to prove her wrong. Splash, the canoe tips over and you both fall in, because we didn't have enough force to push against the wind and to stay steady. Right when we both reach the top of the water, I shouted, “I told you so,” and we both begin to laugh and swim back to

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change,” says Charles Darwin. This quote relates to me because throughout the junior year I tried my best to get the sharpest straight A’s so when I couldn’t get to those straight A’s I beat myself up over it. Making my depression, anxiety, and guilt even worse than ever before. I wasn’t the student I once was and that I am an ill repute. Because of these emotions, the only solution was to end my life to end my suffering so I tried but survived the attempt after being hospitalized. I came back my friends and my teachers still supported me with their best attempt and never gave up on me. Life was punishing this year I learned

At the point when the wave at long last drew near me, he let go of my hand and this made me to lose my balance and fall with the force of the wave. When this occurred I remembered my dad picking me up and saying,” See, it wasn’t that bad.” Right then and there I understood that when you fall you just have to get right back up. This made me defeat the trepidation of waves. So as I got up I went further into the sea than I would ever before while my father was standing right besides me. He then laid me on the water with his hands under my stomach so that I wouldn’t drown. He then taught me how to kick and stroke my arms properly. However, this took time to learn. So as a month passed, my parents took me to the shoreline.. However, this time it was unique in relation to the various ones.What made it totally distinctive was the way that I could swim and have the capacity to confront the waves without falling .With my father assisting me, I could swim independent, and not have a trepidation of water. My association with water had made an extremely exceptional association with my dad and how you can defeat

This past weekend, I was driving with my dad in his Range Rover, and as there was no one on the highway at all, we were the only car in sight, I asked him if we could track how fast that his car went from 0 to 60 miles per hour. Agreeing, we stopped and then he pushed onto the gas while I was timing him. In exactly four seconds, the car went to 60 miles per hour. Thinking about the car after the fact, I connected it to what we have learned recently in class about acceleration. Since acceleration is the change in velocity over the change in time, my dad went from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 4 seconds, so the acceleration of the car would be 15 miles per hour, per second. Examining how I was able to find the acceleration of the car, this helped

“I’m going to win this time,” I declared proudly, ignoring my sister’s snickering. With our balmy hands interlocked, my sister stared intensely into my eyes until the sudden moment when our arm wrestling competition began. I pushed with all my might, believing that I could achieve the impossible victory. However, not three seconds after we started, my sister slammed my hand against the table. Forced to accept defeat once again, I wondered if I should ever expect differently fighting against an older sibling.

The tip of my plastic paddle plunged into the dirty water below me in a furious down and back motion. Sprays and mists of water lashed onto my face as a form of payback for disrupting the river’s fluid movement. My eyelids blinked rapidly in an effort to remove the water from my eyes, for I could not risk letting go of the paddle. The river carried our raft in a rapid up, down, and side to side roller coaster motion. All of a sudden a mammoth wave sprung up before our eyes, tempting us to stay on the thin edges of the raft. The six of us ducked into the shallow bed of the raft and screamed in a combination of both excitement and fear. After it had passed, we quickly popped our heavily saturated selves back up and continued to obey the shouting commands of our guide. His expertise of the voyage gave me the reassurance I needed to become comfortable. A natural routine developed, and a smile played across my lips. A bit of laughter rolled off of my tongue, for I was conquering my

As the morning light seeks to fill all darkness my eyes are pried open with the intensity of a crowbar striking concrete. As I roll over only to find myself falling over what seems to be the Niagra Falls hitting the ground with a loud thud. As the first breath is taken in I sense the all too familiar salt and sea water mist. While the call of nature falls upon me forcing a quick dash and a desperate attempt to reach a side of the boat in time, for out of the corner of my eye I see my Uncle standing at the helm smirking, but at last I became aware of the reason for the smirk, nor have I forgotten the importance of that windward leeward

The air up there felt fantastic! All three of them loved the feeling of the air rushing in their faces. Bo and Fin had started to swim back down, but Mino stayed up for a while longer. After Bo and Fin dove down, they realized a boat was coming, recklessly fast too. Bo and Fin tried to scream Mino’s name and to acquire his attention, but he couldn’t hear them, for he still had his head poking out of the water. The boat was getting closer and closer, but there was nothing Fin and Bo could do but watch as the boat came flying by almost like it was coming in slow motion. Mino turned to start swimming back, as he turned he noticed the boat coming and his life flashed before his

When our event was called at last, all the boats in our event got in a line for a staggered start. Joey and I gave one last motivational talk to one another, and we slowly inched our way to the starting line. As soon as I saw the flag drop, we dug our oars into the murky water and pulled with all our might. With each stroke, our morale grew. We were moving with high intensity, gliding across the water. It was not far into the race, when we began to pass a boat. My arms and legs were beginning to tingle a little, but I pushed through and pulled even harder. We passed that boat, and not long after, another boat began to come

It was late winter, but the waters of the River Thames felt as though they were boiling. The shock cleared my head just enough that I realized what I had done. I opened my eyes and squinted up at the passing shapes of rubbish and fish. I swam furiously, but never drew nearer to the surface. I was a half-starved

Our oceans are such immense and mysterious places. They have connected and separated us as a human race since the beginning of time. The waves can be seen as obstacles we are always overcoming. Sometimes I leap into the waves before they come crashing down over my head. I fight the swirling, briny froth. Other days I just let the current take me; I relax my body as the waves undulate over me and sweep my feet off the soft ocean floor before replacing them again. And, there are the times when a wave will catch me off guard and come crashing over my head as I’m pulled into a washing machine of powerful crashing whitewater.

As usual, there was no one else at the boat ramp and now all to do was wait for Jacko to arrive. After five minutes, sure enough he rocks up eager to get the day started. Jacko jumped in the boat and I slowly reversed the trailer into the water. Jack hopped onto the front and unclipped the winch. The 7m long PowerCat gently slid off the trailer and into the water, barely making a ripple. Jacko pulls up next the ramp so I can step on board and take over the wheel. While slowly leaving the boat ramp, we decide to head out to our favourite spot, the ledge. The weather conditions were excellent. The tide was rising all day, the wind north-east and the swell was low. We couldn’t wait to drop a line in the water.