Personal Narrative Essay

“For the next two days, Audrey lay in bed, trying to catch up on her sleep and stressing over taking sick days for the first time in her two and a half years of highschool.” (177)

They will not happen again, I assure you.” --- “You came home earlier than I expected,” the woman hollered from the kitchen. “I assumed that you’d be at work late tonight going over the new research study that I so nicely acquired for you.” There was a tone of anger in the woman’s voice. Dr. Morgan could tell

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

Dr. Rosenberg nodded. “Correct,” he told her, “And Halfrida or Harold was intended to be the key, something that Emily Ryan herself was not fully unaware of.”

“Is this your best work?” he started. “The topics don’t flow; you need to utilize transitions, for starters. Is this a teen directed novel? If so, increase the vocabulary level. This is something I would have read in third grade!” and on the criticism went. In the back of her mind, Violet thought that it must be constructive criticism, but the overwhelming thought was failure. With every sentence, every comment on the document, every highlighted phrase, Violet sunk a little lower in her chair. When he was finished, Violet mumbled a thank you and sped out the

“That’s good,” Swan responded while sharing a look with Eckhart. “Reading really helps to keep the mind active,” she then said. “I wish I found more time to read.”

Stomach fluttering with nerves about meeting his granddaughter,Richard mainly felt positive that he had so much love to offer her. He had already felt love developing just hearing about her. Rachel had told him last night how gentle, loving and accepting Melanie had been. “Melanie had spent the afternoon asking questions about what happened on the day her mother left, as well as questions about Katherine’s childhood. So far she has been dealing with all the answers with a calm maturity.”

Emily knows that the two teens are going to abuse her gift in a humane ways. She casually approach Edward. "Hey, I overhead a lot about your bet. Ermmm...I can give you a slight edge in winning. Don't worry, it's going between the two of us. I won't tell a soul." She winks.

Write a two (or more) page essay in which you will tell a personal narrative (story) in the first person. You are encouraged to share a memory or story that you would be comfortable sharing with myself and the entire class. Remember, your audience is your fellow students or peers. Although no topic is off-limits and no censorship is required, please do not share a story that would make you uncomfortable to share.

The Ponyville weather team struggled with weather patrol duties when Rainbow Dash took an outstanding vacation from work. Although they cleared most of the rain clouds from the morning’s rainfall, a few scattered clouds hung over Ponyville, but the sun remained dominate with its sunlight shinning on the land. Despite Rainbow being on her well-deserved vacation—considering that she would often be left with most of the work load through insurmountable excuses of either sickness or lateness from her co-workers—she had the heart to quickly assist her team; after all, she was their captain.

Autumn nodded once and settled down behind her desk, still exuding a whimsical and joyful feeling. Eli stared at her, attempting to figure out what had made her so happy, when she glanced up and caught him staring. Her eyes were shimmering brown and they held such a beautiful light in them, that you couldn’t help but smile at. Cheery and free as they were, they held an intensity to them, that contained a little sadness and pain. Those eyes seemed to have seen the heights and depths of the world, its most somber and euphoric moments, its wisdom. They were Emily’s eyes. They called to him in a way he couldn’t

The first week of school was finally coming to an end and she had a wonderful idea. Each day after work she had come up with one excuse after another to put off his request to stop by her home to study. At least, that’s what she had believed. With his help, homework had become less time consuming than a thought. It was completed within minutes shortly after they had arrived at the mall for their part-time job and an overall subject review during each break. Each exam they had taken that day was so simple that she was shocked that it seemed as if they had not prepared for any of the test at all.

At 6:55 p.m., Emma arrived at David and Mary Margaret’s house right on time for dinner. Sighing, Emma turned off her car after her 45-minute drive and got out of the car. The Nolans lived pretty far away from her, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Emma had driven back home after work that evening to get some much-needed rest. Her work was also 30 minutes away from her apartment. After spending at least an hour in a car, who wouldn’t be tired?

“So...Emme…,” his voice came out faltering and weak, cracking like when he went through puberty. The man hesitated before starting again; he could feel Emme smiling in amusement even without looking. “Why did you do what you did?” He dared look up her when he asked her this, and instantly regretted it. Her crazed smile opened wider than humanly possible and laughed a

I gave her a weak smile, my eyes just barely open. “It’s fine.” I stepped out of the line and found a seat next to the windows. I stifled a yawn, covering my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie, and took out my laptop. I leaned against the window, and closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting the fatigue take over me. The past few hours were a series of last-minute study sessions and failed attempts to understand anything at all. My head felt filled to the brim with equations and terms, and I couldn’t wait to relax again.