Personal Narrative Essay

Walking into the auditorium for my first audition in high school, my mind raced with fears and anxieties. I auditioned with a group of friends for the production of In the Heights. Immediately, I realized the high school’s drama program differed greatly from the middle school’s. The directors expected the students to prepare their song ahead of the time. My group had little to no preparation; It was the definition of “winging it.” When returning home, I began brainstorming other after school activities I could join because of the poor performance my group and I put on. Shockingly, I made the show and every show since. That moment changed my life for the better. Freshman year I was a shy, insecure student afraid of socializing with the others. Today, in my senior year, I am no longer that person. I am a confident young

Day1: Today was my orientation day, I was given a green t-shirt with the champions logo on it to wear every sunday I volunteered for. I was expected to be there at 10:45. My hours were 10:45-12:30, 12;45 the latest depending on how long the service carried on for. When I come in I ought to watch over all the kids as they arrived one after the other. I had forms I had to take home and bring back in as well as a teacher handbook to complete.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as the crowd readies itself for the main event.I prepared myself for the final match through boxing,dodging swings,running laps, inhaling when I hold back a punch and exhaling when I release the force of my punch.Without a doubt Gabriel has trained just as hard as I have and I still cannot beat him,until now.I felt more confident than ever as I walked out into the waiting eyes of the audience.I have climbed over many obstacles to get to the grand finale and I plan on seeing this fight to the end.

Growing up, I had a lot of amazing people to look up to, including my father. He was my hero and was always encouraging me to push myself and try new things. My father was in the military for many years and was a drill sergeant, so he was very good at persuading people to do things, my six year old self included. He taught me many lessons in life and has helped me grow as a person.

Sometimes, I think to myself, that one action can affect a single person, a small group of people, or a large group of people. My granddaughter walks up to me with a cup of coffee in one hand, and she has something else that I cannot identify in the other. As she hands me the coffee, I ask her, “What do you have in your hand there.” She hands me a couple of pictures; they are of an old friend and I. She asks me “Who is that man in that picture?” and, at that moment, it reminds me of how the actions that I had with that man have affected people in all the ways I can think about. I told her, “I think it is time for me to tell you about The Great War, who Sean was, and how he has affected my whole life.” I take a sip of my coffee and I begin to reminisce in the

I sat in that cold dark room, getting maybe 2 hours of sleep every now and then but i had no way to tell how long it had been. When i got hungry i would eat the smashed food off the floor. When i was thirsty i drank the water that dripped out of the pipes above me. Once i ran out of the remanence of the food i had nothing to eat. I sat there hoping he would bring me something, even if it was nothing more than a piece of bread of fruit. I got so hungry i began to ration the bars of soap and minty toothpaste. The taste was very unpleasant and it made me sick to my stomach but at least i wasn't starving. Any time i had to use the bathroom i would move as far right at the chain would let me go and i would go to the bathroom. Then i would go back as far left as possible and sit back down. There were no vents in the basement. Just one hole in the wall where some piping broke off. That the only way air got in and out so the smell in the

My entire childhood I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandpa drove a truck and was only home on weekends, while my grandma stayed home with me. I had the same rotating schedule for visiting my mom, I stayed the entire month of June, a week in october, a week in January, and if it was an odd year I went to stay on all major holidays. My life was fairly predictable until the day my grandparents decided to divorce.

Gasping, fresh air fills my lungs. Bitter cold, I open my eyes, a blinding white room occupies my vision. Again.

Ally’s family is very wealthy but, their money couldn’t help her father’s sickness, he died in 1947. Her mother remarried to a rich man that had a daughter of his own. Ally was sure that her stepsister Ally hated her guts she just didn’t know why. Ally hated that her mom had to choose a man with so much money because it felt like he was trying to buy their love.

I think the best way to use my time more efficiently is to plan out what I need to do for the day. Creating a to-do list in advance makes it easier to decide on which tasks are the most important. I usually base their importance on due date or amount of time required to finish it. I also realized that I have to plan a certain time of each day to study for my exams, instead of just focusing on homework. The biggest obstacle for me is spending too much time with my friends. For example, one time my friends wanted to go bowling, but I had a lot of homework to do and a paper to write. However, I realized that to improve, I have to also understand that I do not have to spend every waking moment with them. In other words, just because I miss something,

I was genuinely surprised I didn’t have to wake up earlier. My flight left from Los Angeles at 10am, and I was to arrive in Scotland in the afternoon of the next day due to time zone differences. My Uber driver was asking me tons of questions on the way to the airport, and personally, I like to play a game whenever I’m in an Uber; it’s called “Who Am I?” That day, I was a college student going back to St Andrews University, I had previously researched it when I considered majoring in English, so I had all answers at my disposal. I arrive at the airport and there are practically no lines for TSA, leaving me to wander around the airport for an hour before my flight is called. No matter what time of day, airports have always been surreal to me. It feels like time doesn’t exist, and there is an overwhelming

I used to be a shy, little freshman. I never raised my hand in class, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t participate in activities, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t try to change the world, because I didn’t think I would make a difference.

The water was green and murky, with no telling which area was safe to jump into. The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.

My superhero helps people who gets bullied. It all started at Timber Creek Academy when there was this girl named Maddie.One day at Timber Creek Academy she was walking in the hallway looking at her book,and then this girl named Jennifer said “how would you like to be my friend”.Then Maddie said “are you sure” and then of course Jennifer said”why not you seem so interesting”.She went along with it,but then Jennifer texted Maddie and said “do you want to come to my house and hang out” then Maddie replayed “let me ask…..” .She said “yes, where do you live” then replayed “5698 Poetry Lane” then she said “ok see you soon”.

brain scrambles for a reasonable explanation for the voice that wasn’t mine. The voice had been deep and scratchy, like the owner had swallowed a dozen razor blades and coughed them up again. It definitely does not belong to anyone I know so this can’t be a prank.