Personal Narrative Essay - Original Writing

After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.

HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

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.

Hello Mr. Garcia this is Sasha Arcaya id number 0039478 i was in the dance magnet and was going to be a 10th grader First i would like to ask to please hear me out. Around august 21 i switched schools to Southwest Miami senior high school and i deeply deeply deeply regret it. i dont belong in a school like that i am a very classy lady I DON'T act like most girls their, leaving MAS was the worst decision i have ever made in my life! I made my mother cry she hated southwest she thought that i was going to become a bad person. I had all of my friends at MAS when i started southwest the first day i got bulled really badly in mas i was at home. i honestly don't know why i left, i left for the JROTC program in southwest but is that really worth it?

“5, 6, 7, and 8. Ok, see you tomorrow. Make sure to go over the steps and be ready,” the coach said. Walking to the side of the gym and picking up my bag, I looked to my left to see if my cousin was ready to go. As I get into the car, my cousin and I talk about how practicing for tryout went. You could hear the excitement in my voice as I tell about the moves we went over. How every step and every turn made the dance come together. Going home, I started my homework later than when I usually do because of practicing the moves over and over. The next couple of days went very smoothly for me. I still remembered the dance moves, finished all my work, and still was able to have a social life until the weekend came.

As a student, I have always handled the pressure of schoolwork and tests by preparing, organizing, and staying ahead of the game. I study for every single test and I practice for every piano, singing, orchestra, and ballet performance. I always plan ahead for the simplest things even in my personal life. I plan my Halloween costumes in August and my December birthday in September. Therefore, preparation gives me confidence and assurance that I will perform successfully. Little did I know that I cannot always control or prepare for every situation. In the December of 2012, someone threw me a lifeline and changed my attitude.

I was ten; it was my first year and first wilderness trip at Camp Birchwood in northern Minnesota. Four other kids, three counselors, and I had been canoeing for three days through the Boundary Waters, a vast network of lakes on the U.S. border with Canada. I’d been camping countless times with my parents and friends, and thought my fit at camp was perfect.

If you were in the store and you see some old lady gets her money taken.The boy starts running away would you speak up or stay silence? Well let me tell you the whole story. I woke up and turned on the news that there have been a lot more crimes in maryland the past few weeks I could not find any nice clothes to wear. I had to go to the store to find new clothes. So i called up Ethan to say I would be a little late because I had to find new clothes.Ethan said its ok because I need some to. I was driving with Ethan And we were talking about the cake,location, and decoration. We were hungry so we went to ihop. I had the original short stack buttermilk pancakes. Ethan got the Strawberry Banana Pancakes. We left ihop got in my car and went on

The world was so big to a boy who had lived in a small town called Waterfront for his whole life. It was a silly name for a place that had no water around for miles though. It was set on a plateau at least a mile from the ground and surrounded by desert. There were highways jutting out of either side of the town as if the plateau had lifted out of the ground causing the road to break apart. The rest of the road at the bottom went as far as the eye could see. No one had ever seen a vehicle on the roads. The only way up to the town was by plane or airlift, but no one had ever left, and no one ever came. Elijah was the only kid in Waterfront. His parents barely knew he existed and were always working in the only skyscraper in town.

I remember when I was four, my mother would sit with me on the tiled floor of our living room and she would teach me how to write my name. It was few days before my first day of school so she wants me to know the basics. She went on and continued to teach me how to count. “1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 5, 7…” I said and she stopped me. I don’t remember what happened or what she said after stopping me but I’m certain that is when my frustration with Math started. I thought I was stupid at it. It was horrible for a four-year old kid to be thinking that she’s stupid. But that’s why I worked hard. I did something about my weakness and got better; and even better when I started to love numbers.

As we swiftly hopped in the car I started to panic. In my mind there were unimaginable things. Is she going to die? Does she feel good? What was going to happen to her? As I glared at her she looked out the window with a melancholy look on her face. It felt like 100 years passed by when we finally reached the doctor’s office my aunt quickly explained to the doctor what was going on with her daughter my cousin. After a few minutes in the waiting room we were transferred to the back where they checked Cynthia’s weight, blood pressure, and her heart. The doctor then passed us to a room and she drew blood from Cynthia once the results were in the doctor said you have to leave now take her to the children’s hospital. My aunt stopped and it was

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.

After a fatal car accident involving my brother as the driver I spent the summer riding with my family to the hospital located in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I volunteered to spend a week with him.

To understand my personal narrative, you must understand it from the very beginning. In 2003, my grandma was talking to my mom about a job available for her. The reason why my mom was looking for a job was because she separated from my dad and she was looking for a job that paid decent money. The job available was to clean a house and to cook for lady named Mrs. Alba and her husband Lovere. The benefit of the job was my mom and I can live in the house that she was going to clean and it was decently paid. Obviously, my mom took the job offer and when I was 3 years old, I went from living in a apartment in Walnut to a 3-story mansion in Diamond Bar. Mrs. Alba and her husband Lovere were both millionaires. Lovere was an engineer for a big company or the Air Force. I am not really sure but I just knew he had a lot of money. On the other hand, Mrs. Alba came to the United States from Cuba when she was about 17 years old. Once she arrived in the United States, she got a job at a chocolate factory and with the money she received from the job, she took classes to learn english. After Mrs. Alba learned english, she attended a community college and transferred to USC and received her doctorate degree in education. In all honesty, until this day, I have no clue on what she did for a living but just like Lovere, she made a lot of money. As I was getting comfortable living with Mrs. Alba and Lovere, I became very close to Lovere. It is pretty funny because Lovere was not affectionate