Personal Narrative Essay

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

Middle to Late childhood I continued to remain small. At eight years only I was only 48 inches tall and not even 50 lbs. I continued to be advanced academically. I had to start attending speech therapy as I was unable to clearly say R’s. They thought this may have been due to me being born prematurely. With many years of speech therapy I was able to say words with R’s appropriately. Physically I was involved in softball, tennis and spent a lot of my free time swimming at the pool. I was the girl who was always picked first to be on a team and often times was picked before many of the boys. I had no problem playing rough and taking hard knocks. I had a group of close girlfriends that I spent almost every day with starting from kindergarten.

One cold winter day sitting at home waiting for my kids to get home from school. It was almost 3:00pm and they get off the bus at 3:05pm and all the sudden my phone rings and it’s the kids’ school. All I heard was “We have Diego; we need to come to school right now.” My heart dropped, and that was the longest ride ever and we only lived 3 minutes from the school. I got to the office and I had no idea what to expect my son sitting in the chair in the Dean of Students office, he spots me and just starts crying. I asked “What’s going on with my son?” When the effects of bullying have been brought into your life, the effect it has on your family as a whole was hard, but we did overcome the problem that faced us as a team.

For most of my childhood, my whole world was comprised of people that shared the same ethnicity, culture, and living style as I did. But after leaving El Salvador at the young age of seven and undertaking the most difficult journey of my life, my world was split shattered. In school, I had to assimilate to a culture where I was surrounded by kids who had been born speaking English and teachers who taught with voluminous books instead of dirty chalk boards. Meanwhile, at home I had to meet my mom’s expectations while also serving as her intermediary between our old world and the US. Aside from school and home, I also had to struggle making friends, having difficulty creating and maintaining relationships with the people of my age group. Having

I can't wait for the cotton ball trees and the snow days of the cold winter.

The clock is ticking. I have no time left to spare. The clock reads 3:00 am, and I have yet to sleep. My laptop is in front of me, a cup of coffee rests in one hand, and an anxious younger sister sits beside me as I continue to check and correct her homework.

All was peaceful in the train packed full of passengers en route to Amsterdam. Everything was going smoothly until a man loaded down with an assault weapon with nine magazines of ammunition, an automatic pistol with extra ammo, and a box cutter entered the scene. This seems as if it is the beginning of a horror story, as if it ends with the train passengers being massacred by the deranged assailant, but it doesn’t end that way. Seeing the obvious danger in this situation, three American men made a decision. These brave, compassionate men decided that they would stand for what it is right; they decided to take down the assailant. They did take down the assailant and they saved all the lives aboard the train as they did so. Reading this story

The young woman jumped, hitting several keys on her keyboard. She looked around her dark room and then to the clock on the computer screen. 7:00 AM.

I had turned off the WiFi capability on my smart phone and laptop, and completely disconnect from any and all forms of virtual communities and social media within 36 hours during the long weekend. I chose to hanged out with friends to pass through the times without WiFi, so I don’t think it is a challenge for me for the first few hours because I can do shopping, keep eating, have a chill chat with friends, and these activities are able to possess much times. However, there are a bit different between my thought and the reality. When I was doing shopping, my brain was all about sales but most of the stores were not having sales, so I planned to do online shopping after get back home as there are always have online sales via my long-term shopping

I came back home to pack my belongings in order to be hospitalized. I did not know whether I would ever be able to come back to my place with sound body. I sincerely regretted my drinking and smoking habit. Those bad habits may have triggered or helped development of the cancer. However, nothing much I could do at that moment. The only one I can rely on was God. I prayed and tried to stay strong and be focus on a miraculous recovery. However my situation did not get better. The flow of urine got weaker, and it took longer to empty my bladder. I had to go to the toilet frequently, because a little drop of urine kept trickle out and it stained underpants right after my toilet usage. I did not feel complete emptiness of my bladder. Yet I prayed

I lied in my bed one night, my heart pounding, rapid breathing, and racing thoughts. I was having a panic attack. Life’s a journey and just a few are easy, clear paths. Majority have obstacles that they must overcome to continuing living the life they want. One obstacle and journey that I have dealt with in my life is my anxiety. I have had anxiety for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would worry about everything, but was constantly told that it was normal to worry about things. Anxiety was just the norm for me. Even though I have had anxiety all my life there was one point when my anxiety was at its worst. I would have multiple panic attacks almost every day. A significant journey that has shaped me into the person I am today is the

Have you ever wondered what it was like to live in a place where it rains everyday? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live on a totally different planet from earth? This is the story of a girl named Margot, who had lived on Earth and has moved to the planet Venus a couple years ago. Venus is a planet where it rains everyday, and once around every seven years the sun comes out for an hour or two. These kids are at school waiting for the sun that the scientists had predicted to come out today.

I would look in every room that had its door open, trying to see if my mom was in one of them. Then we finally found the room she was in. The moment i’ve been waiting for was here. Next to my mom was a crib. I looked inside the crib and I saw my

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and