Personal Narrative-Chirping Bees

In the coming months, I began spending more time alone in the library and grassland thinking the “abstract”. It coincided with the start of high school. So, I had no one whom I would call “friend” at that time. When my peers used to talk about sports, girls and Facebook memes, I lacked any interest. I found it not only difficult to socialize, but to some degree unnecessary. Teenage conversations can be so much lame, juvenile and intellectually bereft. I hated small talks and discussions about people or events. In short, I did not fit there.

In school I always had great group of friends we all keep one another in line. But it was my senior year and I had so many great plans of how it will turn out. So the beginning my school year was great until a week before thanksgiving I went on a trip to Disney World with my

I believed it was going to be difficult to make new friends. I was not sure how they reacted to new people or how their personalities were. I also was not sure how to approach them. When I began to talk with my new classmates, I realized we have many common interests. Making new friends became easier for me overtime by simply finding common interests and being kind to others.

The Secret Life of Bees is a novel written to display the unfairness and inequality between races. To portray the true injustice of events that occurred the novel needs to be historically accurate. In order for the readers to believe what is happening in the book was a real event that occurred the author had to develop the characters around a specific event. In the book the text states “‘ I’m going to vote that's what.”... There was Rosaleen grabbed and thrashing side to side”(Kidd32). Here the author portrays the struggle colored people went through to vote. In order to get the readers to fully understand the situation colored people were put in she shows a character going through a like occurrence. In this case she shows Rosaleen in vivid

As sung in Good Riddance this year was “another turning point, a fork stuck in the road” for me as far as friendship. I met a lot of new people who made this year particularly special and created many memories, inside and outside of school. Not only did I make new friends with students, but teachers too. Teachers are the ones who brought many of us students together. An example would be in Creative Writing this year. In this class Mr. Fouts taught me most about the value of friendship and how important it is to be there for one another. I like my time alone doing things I enjoy, but I dislike feeling lonely just

My parents and i were on vacation in gorgeous New Mexico. We were going for a walk in a dehydrated desert area. We had decided to go and investigate a wasp nest . I looked closer at the nest and i realized it wasn't just a regular wasp nest , it was a Tarantula Hawk wasp nest! As i was walking over to the wasp nest I was so enthusiastic because I have been learning about them history class . It would be fantastic to be able to see one in real life and take pictures! I saw an breathtaking Tarantula Hawk wasp on the nest. I wanted to get a better look so as i was walking closer to the nest i accidentally stepped on one of the wasps! I picked it up and it was not moving at all i felt so heartbroken that i hurt the wasp and i didn’t know what to do. Suddenly i felt a very sharp sting in my hand at first i was very speechless that the wasp was alive but delighted that i didn’t damaged it.

Back then it seemed like every day I received death threats. Eloquently worded and anthrax sprinkled letters that consisted of only one completely capitalized word scribbled over and over again, "HONK, HONK, HONK, HONK," and occasionally pipe bombs delivered to my doorstep inside of whipped cream pies. It was easy to avoid getting blown up by clowns when their bombs were hidden so stereotypically.

The secret life of Bees, is about a fourteen year old girl named Lily who is White. She lives with her father T. Ray who is a peach farmer in Sylvan, South Carolina. In the first chapter Lily is waiting for the bees that live in the walls of her bedroom, as they do every night. T. Ray does not believe her story about the bees, so she decides to collect the bees in a jar to prove him wrong. Rosaleen her nanny and housekeeper is the one who looks after Lily.

My grandmother, Beverly Stokes, is truly one of a kind. Lucky or unlucky, the rarest situation will happen to her. The Lockhart Family has no idea why she always ends up in these circumstances, but we get a huge laugh out of them. One of the funniest stories that has happened recently, is the bee story.

Bumblebees. Rather peculiar little things. Rounded, hairy little beasties that somehow attain the ability to fly. The first time I laid eyes upon one was roughly two hours after I was born. Yes, there it was, the little thing dancing around within bounds of early morning sunlight, in the window of the maternity ward in Chesterfield Hospital. My eyes gazed upon it in wonder, simply following, observing its great gesticulations with such great curiosity.

“Guys, guys, there is a huge bird over there. Look, up there!” My sister, Lika, and our neighbor, Selena turn their heads simultaneously. I see the fierce beast perched upon the brick roof of another house. The bird stretches its wings, claims the sky as its domain, and demands that its presence be felt. At the sight of bird, we all become silent, observing all of the bird’s features. I believe it is a peregrine falcon. This prediction came directly from watching that majestic, world’s fastest bird in my favorite show, Wild Kratts, and unfortunately, I was wrong. Afterwards, Selena confidently points out the bird’s radiant, amber beak and therefore, believes it is an eagle. I have no rebuttal.

One hot, HOT day I was comming out for recese. I was steping on crunchy leaves. I then steped on something sticky, "SQUISH".I picked up my shoe, Isteped in "HONEY"! Then under a tree I saw a HIVE.

I’ve been in school for 13 years of my life ,i grew up with most of the same kids; We were a huge family almost, everyone always looked out for eachother.  I was participating in a lot  activities. Since the beginning of freshman year, I participated 3 years of color guard, i met new people with the same interest as me. Almost every friday we had a football game and Saturday's was our competition days; we all bonded as a section when we all got ready and did each others makeup. Then,

Every year something new, something exciting comes up, but you never know what it is. Anything could be hit or miss and it’s all based on the decisions you make. My first decision was to talk to the new kid at our table. He seemed lonely or like he didn’t wanna be there; I really couldn’t tell. I wouldn’t like being in a new school, after all, that was me a couple years back.

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,