Personal Narrative Essay : My First Day In My Life

The first piece of writing in this section is my creative writing. I wrote this piece during my freshman year. The purpose for this piece was to grow my skills in story writing and my enhance my grammar skills. When I wrote this paper I wasn’t good at writing. Looking at this piece, I can see my thoughts didn’t flow well and I was all over the place. I wasn’t very excited to write so I didn’t do well on this paper.

Getting out of mom’s Ford Ranger, I close the door a bit too heavy handed. When it slams forcefully, I cringe as I move toward the house. I am extra tired tonight after pulling double shift at the Inferno Recycling Center. It’s getting old that I always seem to be the one covering Chelsea’s shifts. This is the third time she has called in sick this week. There being virtually no other jobs in town, I have no choice then to suck it up. I was going to College to become a Special Effects Make-Up Artist. Since momma became sick three months ago, the only option I had was to drop out. There is no one else who can care for her except me. My beloved brother Eli died in a motorcycle accident nine years ago. He was twenty at the time. It was my eighth birthday the

"My Schedule is currently full for next week. Can you hold the meeting back until the 8th of April?" I asked sternly. I looked up from all the paperwork I had piled on my desk.

Pulling into the cemetery on a Sunday morning always has a gloomy feeling to it. Especially when it’s deserted and you’re driving quietly through with your grandma in the driver's seat, who's sitting more stiff than usual. As she pulls up to my grandpa’s grave and parks, is when I don't know what to do, and where she has so much she can do. She starts off by going to the back seat to collect the bouquet of flowers she goes out and gets every week for him. Slowly approaching his grave, she places the flowers and gently caresses his tomb, then proceeds to take a few steps back. After a few moments of silence, we start to say a prayer together, yet it doesn't take long until it's over and tears start streaming down her face. Barely remembering him, I didn't have the same emotions to share, I couldn't even understand why she was crying, I wanted to tell her she doesn't have to, but I simply didn't understand, so I'd stay quiet. As she gets herself together, we both return to the car, where she sits down,

My house wasn’t far from the bus stop I got off at; however with the biting cold, I’d wished I had taken my dad up on the offer to pick me up. I heard my mom shout a muffled greeting from the kitchen as my dad, tall and stocky (the complete opposite of me), greeted me at the door with a hug and welcoming smile. My mom, with her petit and frail frame I inherited from her, came rushing into the room as she dried her hands on a paper towel. “Sweetheart, you’re back! How’s school going? How were your exams?” How was I going to tell them?

Looking back at my first journal entry, I am practically the same. Same house, same family, same school. Thankfully nothing unfortunate has come my way since my first journal entry and no new opportunities that are life changing. I’m quite happy about that because I am in my happiest state. My love for the new knowledge school brings and the experiences from travel are still in tact, even though I don't travel much often because of my dedication to the school. Thankfully I achieved my goal of finishing the semester with all A’s and I strive to be successful in that goal once again this semester. I still enjoy learning new things from others and striving for my best in whatever I put my mind into so I can get the best from it. Whether I can learn a new life lesson or be able to hold on to a good memory, I still cherish the events on my path to my goal.

Mom picked us up early from school one day, and I saw a look of fear on her face as she uncharacteristically sped away. "Mom, where are we going?" I asked. "Your dad is in the hospital, he's very sick. We are going to see him," she replied, choking on her words speaking to her two young children. "WHAT'S WRONG!?" my brother and I exclaimed. "Your dad broke his leg really bad, and he could have a blood clot that could go to his heart." I couldn't control myself. I cried all the way to the

For my first out of class activity, I scheduled a meeting with my Chemistry 163 instructor, Professor Burke. Due to the scheduled times of the Supplemental Instruction (SI) for my Chemistry 163 section, I am unable to make those SI sessions. Professor Burke and I met on January 18, 2018 at 12:00 pm in 3758 Gilman Hall. I scheduled a meeting with Professor Burke during her office hours to go over homework problems that I didn't quite understand how to do. I also asked her questions about the upcoming exam. As we worked through the homework and answered my questions she taught me tips to remember the various vocabulary terms that I have to know for the exam.

One beautiful day i was feeding my horses and chickens, suddenly i spot something moving in the woods, i hear mom call for breakfast but i wanted to see what was moving out in the woods. I called back to mom “be right there”, and i headed toward it, i was near it, a moment later it was gone. I walked 1 step in the woods to make sure ,and i heard mom call “come on”

My eyes were red and my visions were blurry. I woke up from a sudden bang outside of my house. It was probably just the raccoon digging for trash. I took a quick glimpse of the clock. It was 5:00 A.M. I went back to sleep, after that disturbance. I woke up and found out that it was 7:50 A.M, and school started at 8:00 A.M. I was late on the first day of school! I brushed my teeth and took a quick snack from my snack bag. As I hurry outside my house, I climbed onto my electrical bike. I rushed down the streets at full speed like a hurricane combined with a tornado and REALIZED my brake wasn't working! As I crossed the street, a red car came out of nowhere to a yellow light at a speed of 55 mph. BOOM it crashes into me. I flinged into the air and my face was about to land on some hard asphalt cement. Then in a sudden the red car was beeping at me like it was like an alarm clock. I knew it wasn't normal for people who just crashed a young teenager and starts beeping randomly instead of helping. Hmm wait...beeping like an alarm clock...Then I woke up and realized that I was dreaming. It was 6:45 A.M. Oh yeah, I was to tired too mention that I had a lot of crazy dreams these past weeks. Hey, at least you were motivated enough to read this far into the narrative story.

I remember the day perfectly; my first day at this new, hot and sweaty school. I was sitting in photography class, the only class that I was excited about, because I appreciate the art of photographing so much. I love the thought of capturing a moment and keeping it frozen forever, all in this little eight by five piece of glossy paper. I walked in, looked across the room and there she was, this beautiful and breathtaking girl who was right in front of me.When I glanced up at her I could not look away, her appearance captivated me. I remember exactly what she looked like; she had on a red hoodie, a pair of skinny jeans, and black Vans. Her physical appearance was more desirable, she had beautiful, long brown hair that reminded me of a nice, warm cup of coffee. Her eyes were the color of the ocean,beautiful and light blue. Finally, what I feel like is the most important feature of her is her smile, the smile that drew me in from the moment I caught a peek of it. I knew from the minute I saw her that she was going to be the one person in this entire world that would actually treat me like I mattered. I knew that she would not belittle me for who I loved or what I decided to wear, this girl was indeed the one person who would turn my entire world upside down.

My freshman year in high school was the rough compared to the normal high school things. On August 12, 2013, I almost lost my best friend; he had smoked for twenty some years when he had a devastating heart attack. I remember the fear and the thoughts of death that made my skin shiver. It was the second week of school on Tuesday when I got a pass at the beginning of my World History class when I got a pass with immediately circled three or four times. The pass made me very confused considering I didn’t know of any appointments I had, and I didn’t ask my mom if I could go home early. Leaving the class and entering the empty hall, thinking about what’s going on as my footsteps echoing through the halls. What’s going on? Why would I be leaving this close to the end of school? As I walked past the office to my locker, I saw my mom with red eyes and purple bags under her eyes. At that moment, my stomach flipped and knotted up, because it’s at that moment when I realized something very wrong has happened. My pace quickened to the point of almost running; shoving my French one book and Algebra one in my backpack before sprinting to my mom. She met me by the big glass doors in the lobby of the office; laying a hand on my shoulder she told me my dad had a major heart attack. I had felt my body instinctively lunged toward the door, but my mom held my shoulder tight. As we walked to the car, my sister was in the front seat with her hair all messy in a bun and in her pajamas. She

It was a cold, rainy Thursday, with the rain pelting the window. It was freezing, even though it was the end of summer’s blazing days. My tiny, uneducated brain was ready for my first day of elementary. Little did I know, this would be a very disgusting day. I joyfully woke up to my mom’s calming voice and hopped out of bed without any hesitation. My crazy hair needed to be controlled so my mom willingly sprayed her rat poison in my hair in the small bathroom. I remember seeing her and my sisters face peering through the wide mirror. My mom had surprisingly a look of worry on her face while my sister looked excited. After escaping the tiny bathroom, my little self set off like a rocket to my room to throw on my clothes made at Kohls. I dug into my drawers and found all the clothes my mom ordered me to find. I fit into brown cargo shorts, a white collared shirt, and really high socks. I looked proudly at myself in my closet mirror that definitely needed to be washed. As I grabbed my heavy bag that felt like it was full of weights and swung the door, I laid my eyes upon my dog. She was curious why I was leaving today. I remembered that I wouldn’t see her until the day was over. The fear now hit me. Worry started to flow through my veins as I hopped in my mom’s black Ford SUV.

One hot and sunny day my parents, little brother, and I wanted to get out of the house. So we decided to got to the park and play on the playground. It was so hot outside that we were sweating just from standing but it was a great day. Not only was it was a great day but it was also a great day because it was the day I was going to ask my parents if we could get a dog. I was so excited to ask that I was getting goosebumps. I began to walk towards my parents and when I reached them I asked the question.” Can we get a dog please?” Both my mama and dad looked at each other and said one day we will be able to. It wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no, so I knew that there was a chance that I could get one.

One of my maids had come in to see if I would come out of bed today but I was not feeling like it. She frowned at me and said “It been two weeks since the funeral Amelia you cannot stay in here forever.” The maid had left me looking frustrated at my choices. My mother funeral was beautiful. So many of her friends came to see her and said so many beautiful things. I could barely get the words out with bursting into a million tears. I just kept thinking about how young and beautiful she is. If only she was still here she would tell me something to make me feel better. I decided to curl up even tighter in my sheet grasping them and never wanting to let go. I heard a knock at my door. The maid shouted at me, “Emmett’s here do you want me to let him in?” I looked at myself in the mirror a shell of what used to be a full girl. My hair was knotted up and I haven’t showered in at least a couple days. I really could care less so I retreated to my bed and told her to invite him in. Emmett brought me my favorite comedy movie and some snacks. Unlike the maid he did not try to force me out but instead he made me more confortable where I am. He went over to the blinds and opened them up giving me view of the garden. It was filled with roses they had finally bloomed. I had been so busy the last couple of month I never even noticed. The he opened the doors leading out to my balcony and step outside talking a breath of fresh air. He looked over at me and said jokingly “Now it will smell