Personal Narrative: Becoming A Wolf

The Wolf Once you’ve seen me, There’s no turning back. You’re steps away from a wolf attack.

A few years ago, in first grade, I was in what my friends and whoever else was in the class with us call the first grade war. I know it sounds odd, but this happened. In the middle of first grade year almost every girl in first grade was crushing on Dylan.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I was cold, tired, hungry, and my left forepaw was twisted. It might have even been sprained. The cold rain made me shiver, and I hugged my six tails closer for warmth. Suddenly, a bright light enveloped me. I let out a yelp, and quickly hid behind a cluster of pipes.

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

I believe in my dog. I believe that she is way more than just a standard classified pet. How could she just be some domesticated dog? There’s no way; Bella is too understanding to be categorized as a pet or even a domesticated dog.

Unfortunately, due to my relatively short life-span, growing up a mile away from the nearest people, and having a mother who has social anxiety among other mental ailments, I’ve had very limited interactions with people. Fortunately, my mother loves animals as much as I do, and was never shy to take one into our home. I have seen lots of dogs, nervous and thin or healthy and misbehaved, but the one that sticks out the most was Monster. He was one of our shortest fosters, just there for a few hours, and I know very little about what has become of him, but I know that we helped him. Monster was named so because he had been in a car accident which cause his eyes to bulge a little from his head, and he spent most of his life in a crate not nearly

Prompt 6: My favorite academic subject by far is psychology. I’ve always been intrigued by why people do what they do and once I started watching the TV show criminal minds, my interest sparked in psychology. The way they profile people and really give an understanding of human actions makes my brain wander off. So that inspired me to take regular psychology last year and take AP-Psychology this year. My first year in psychology really caught my eye because the material was relatable and the work was challenging. We wrote essays, had class discussions, and worked on public speaking. Participating in all of these helpful assignments has made me realize I love a good challenge and that public speaking is easy for me. So far in AP-Psychology,

Just about two summers ago, I went ziplining with my family. When we arrived we immediately got geared up

There was once a Goddess who dwelt on the moon. She was as fair as the stars and bright like the sun. On a frigid winter night, the moon goddess gazed upon Arctic of the earth. What she saw broke her heart for in the Arctic was a vast inanition. The Moon Goddess descended to earth and walked the lifeless plain of white. As she continued to df the endless void, the Moon Goddess said to herself, “I must add to this nothingness.” After hours of aimless walking, the Moon Goddess knelt down in the snow and gathered handful of pure, soft snow. With this delicate material, the Goddess commenced to constructing a sphere. She placed the sphere delicately on the ground and when she stepped back, something amazing happened. The sphere began to grow.

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

More importantly, the narrative of movies affects the public perception of, and response towards crimes. The narrative of The Wolf is taken from the criminal’s point of view that results in putting the audience in a position to relate to the criminal, as opposed to victims. For example, the motivation of a character may be used to set the narrative in motion (Hayward 2013, 256). In the film, Belfort’s motivation to achieve financial gains was made aware to the audience in his statement “I always wanted to be rich…so what do I do? I go to the one place on earth that befit my high-minded ambitions” (The Wolf of Wall Street 2013). This narrative structure focuses on the financial attainment of the offender, as opposed to his flawed method of attaining

Hi I am Connie the kinda friendly monster. It all started when my papa Fisher lost his daughter to a tornado hitting her school I meant to get them all back. I as made from ¾ human and ¼ killer monster. The genetics where strange. He told everyone “I will make a monster that will kill all your dreams” for many it was their children. The monster was me. He told his sisters and she just told him “I know you miss her it's ok we will get through the this together.” Said Tilly “But, what if doesn't I want everyone to feel the pain I did when they called and told me my daughter was the one out of five hundred kids that got killed by the tornado.” Said Fisher. “ Why would you

When I was still a young child and full of life, I followed a daily routine. First, I had the struggle of waking up in time to catch the bus before school. After, what always seemed to be a long day filled with irrelevant work for my life ahead, my brother and I would ride the bus home. Only after finishing our homework were we allowed to go outside and play our favorite game, “Wolf”, with our white lab Coco. Coco was chained behind the house on a fully grown tree filled with branches. We would unchain coco so we could begin our daily game of “Wolf” by first having Ethan distract her while I went to the tree to unhook the chain. If Ethan would not distract her, she would jump on me. Since at the time she weighed just as much, or maybe more

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to