Personal Narrative: Count Olaf And Count

That storm was it, we had been suffering for weeks. There was dust all over our house, most of our things were broken. Our crops were dying because of the gruesome drought we had gotten, so that meant that my father was not making any money from our crops and we were barely getting anything to eat. Although our life those past few weeks has been tough, I didn’t want to leave. We moved there from New Hampshire a good four years before and since then I had grown so much, I had so many friends and I was doing so well in the school there, but it was time for us to move and live in sunny California.

" The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams."- Oprah Winfrey. This quote meant a lot to a 13 year old youngster named Jared, who lived in the most impoverished town within Cambodia. To be quite specific, Jared resided in an old, rusty village, during the year of 2001, that he'd been living in since birth. His greatest aspiration in life was to become a geneticist. However, he did have a few roadblocks, such as poverty, and zero education. Whenever unoccupied, he strived to pay his Grandma Seda a visit at her senior citizen home, which was funded through the Cambodian government. Speaking of her, Grandma Seda was 96 year old lady and happened to be the grandmother of Jared. She was located at a senior citizen home 20 miles away from Jared's home. Six months ago she was diagnosed with leukemia and slow organ failure. Since her diagnosing, her health has been deteriorating rapidly.

I live in place that is a replica of the Disney animated movie The Princess and the Frog. N’awlins, Lusiana. Walking down the streets of the French Quarters, because the only thing in N’awlins is the French Quarters, of course) there is always a brass band playing, and there’s always zydeco music playing as well. People in N’awlins; natives, and tourist are always dancing, and singing marching down to Jackson Square to have a festival, because Jackson Square is the only thing that is in the French Quarters. Being from N’awlins, my daily food consumption only contains, Gumbo for Breakfast, Crawfish for Lunch, More Gumbo, and more crawfish for dinner, and of Course Beignets for desert. My daily mode of transportation is the Street car, because

That beach house brought great time but it also brought the worst times of my life. Next door was an extremely large mansion, although there lived a very rich and pretty lady named Mariana. The beach house belonged to the pretty lady, but was sold to my father by a very close friend of

My grandpa, Fred was an interesting man. I first met him when me and my family had moved into his home after helping him with his hoarding problem. He was a big man with white hair and a white beard. I quickly learned that he was very wise, who had done many things and knew many things. He would show me his favorite books as a kid, and fueled my love for reading. He showed me old fossils he had collected over the years and had created my interest for science. He would tell me stories of his past, of the many places he would travel to. I’ve always wanted to travel since then.

If you’re a fan of medieval times, you probably know the answer to this question or at least partially so. If not, please continue reading, and I'll give a basic explanation.

In his evaluation of Little Red Riding Hood, Bill Delaney states, “In analyzing a story . . . it is often the most incongruous element that can be the most revealing.” To Delaney, the most revealing element in Little Red Riding Hood is the protagonist’s scarlet cloak. Delaney wonders how a peasant girl could own such a luxurious item. First, he speculates that a “Lady Bountiful” gave her the cloak, which had belonged to her daughter. Later, however, Delaney suggests that the cloak is merely symbolic, perhaps representing a fantasy world in which she lives.

Our house on Orangeburg was not what we expected we all figured it would be like the one near Sherwood with a warm cheerful comforting fireplace and open armed trees gathered around in the front.The house on Orangeburg was crumbled like old ugly bread.Time had managed to make this house look irreversible the house was little more than a glorified shed.At least we don’t

One particularly bright, sunny day, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and squirrels chattering. It was New Year’s Eve and I was going to have a party with my family and friends. I looked at the list of foods I was going to prepare for the party. This year, we all agreed to have a Mexican-themed food party. I checked off the foods I made and the last necessity was guacamole. I looked up the recipe online and the one that caught my eye was the famous Chipotle Hand Mashed-Erpiece Guacamole. Two ripe Hass avocados, one teaspoon of lime juice, two tablespoons of chopped cilantro, one-fourth cup of finely chopped red onion. One-half of finely jalapeño, and one-fourth teaspoon of kosher salt. Simple, right? That’s what I thought until I made the recipe for a disaster. I took out two avocados, lime juice, cilantro, and a few jalapeños from the refrigerator. Then, I pulled out a red onion and a glass container full of a white substance in them. I also pulled out a medium-sized bowl and wore an apron. I felt ready. I cut both of the avocados in half and removed the

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

It was a house renting a room for me held together by unanswered suicide letters and two-way mirrors,

Everything from music, to movies, and fairytales has been influenced by society. More specifically, society has influenced the Grimm Brothers fairy tales. The Grimm Brothers fairy tales would be considered dark and gruesome by today’s standards. Parents would not allow their own children near the stories, which caused society to give the tales a more PG feeling. The tales changed and became what we know them as today. Disney has played a major role in creating the innocent versions that today’s early generations have experienced. While they rarely admit it, societies, such as Disney, caused the original works of the Grimm Brothers to be overshadowed by their infantile adaptations.

There are numerous genre’s in literature, but the level of importance and influence on an individual will differ. Exposure to books and stories is especially important for children because it their chance to acclimate themselves to written language and in turn create their own visuals for the toneless words. “Why Fairy Tales Matter: The Performative and the Transformative”, by Maria Tatar contains an ample amount of textual evidence from author’s research into fairytales, as well as writer’s personal experiences with fairytales. Although Tatar supports her claims with evidence, her resources are not concrete, and seems excessive at times. Also, her assertions are weakened by her failure to defend her conclusion against competing beliefs.

I was always fascinated by Slavic mythology as it contains plenty of interesting stories about unique to the culture creatures. Moreover, most of the fairy tales my grandmother read to me when I was a child, revolved around it, and the whole nation grew up on this folklore.

There were many things about the house that I absolutely hated. First, the roses painted on the ceiling that my sister and I shared. At night, in the dark the flowers glowed looking like tiny eyes always watching us. We wanted to paint over the flowers, get rid of them, but we didn’t live there all that long so we never got the chance. The last thing about the house that we hated was that behind the house there was an old radio tower. My siblings and I thought that the radio building was haunted by a ghost, or some sort of evil witch. Once we walked up the hill that was home to the tower, as we neared the top the metal door on the building swung open. We were so scared, we ran down the hill to our house. We told our parents what happened but they didn't believe us. The next day we went back to the tower and the door was closed again, after that we never went up to the tower again. We were terrified and believed that it was haunted and afraid that the ghost who lived there would attack us.