Personal Narrative Essay : Personal Experience In My Life

Half the class nodded off to sleep as our calculus teacher reviewed that night’s homework before the bell dismissed the class. Rumors about a junior and senior class assembly loomed through the halls, but the rumors lacked specific details. Of course we would have an assembly on the one and only day my best friend, Isabelle, was absent. It seemed odd, though. Just the night before she told me she would be tired at school the next day due to her family’s recent move. I assured myself that she stayed home that day, but I could not shake the eerie feeling.

The air was cold, bone chilling cold. A day like any other, or so we thought. We had just moved from Sedona, a small town in Arizona that was known for its beauty in the nature. We left because my dad got a new job as an electrical engineer at some big company based out of Ohio.

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

Walking on the street on a cloudy day I decided to go to a coffee shop. I was talking to a friend and noticed someone awfully familiar. When I tried to identify, him he walked out and I rubbed it off as not important. Then I noticed he left his wallet on his table. I dashed out the door to look for him, he was nowhere to be found. I started to wonder will I ever be able to give his wallet back?

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 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

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.. My eyes shot open. Today was the day. Today was the day I would finally get the promotion I deserved. My presentation was flawless, nothing could go wrong! Lets just hope my overly annoying boss and his peculiar little assistent thought so too! I reached over and hit the button to turn the surround sound off on my alarm. Nothing happened. I hit it again. The stupid clock changed from beeps to smooth jazz!!! Great! I just love hearing the mind numbing sounds of jazz to the tune of never ending boredom! I hopped out of bed and the motion activated lights hummed on, growing slowly as not to startle me. Then, BAMB! The bright lights burston nearly blinding me! What is happening today? Do I need to call the smarthome

It was a misty morning right above the ocean’s surface. My brother’s head, along with seven others, was bobbing in the waves and obscured by the morning haze. The sun had just broken the horizon and emitted its luminous rays of scarlet red, orange, and pink underneath the clouds. Beyond the clouds was the sky, an endless pool of blue. I felt like I had jumped into a picture of a brochure. Subsequently, reality came back to me and I no longer felt pleasant emotions from the scenery.

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.

The heavy sky, swollen with unspent rain, sagged toward the earth. It was a raining day. I didn’t think I have ever been so serious before. “..When did my mom lose her voice?” I asked my grandma with a heavy tone.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

After we had went downstairs to eat breakfast me and my little brother Aien (aye-en) got in the shower etc, and got ready to go shopping. We leave the hotel and go to this mall, and my mother left her wallet in the room. We drove all the way back to the hotel and the wallet was nowhere to be found. The WHOLE TIME, her wallet was in her car. Anyways we get back to the mall, and it was this guy who played this instrument really well(I forgot what it was called). But Aien was fascinated, and he went and stood beside the man. The man asked Aien “do you wanna play” of course Aien said yes. He put his hand on the keys, and the man said “you press and i’ll blow.” It was really cool, so I gave him a tip. That we went into the nike store and spent more than intentioned. After that we went to a pretzel stand. I got a pretzel with pepperoni on it, and Aien got a regular one. By that time my mom was exhausted!

“Next month we're are going to move to Los Altos and this house will go for rent,” my Dad said five months ago at dinner. I was shocked and quickly answered

Anger. I was only eleven, but the sight of my one year old sister filled me with rage. Everyone had remarked on the successful prognosis ahead of her second surgery within a year. “It is going to be better”, “the previous surgeon was incompetent” and “this new doctor is an expert”. These were the words thrown around the house prior to the surgery. They were all wrong. My sister had been born with a cleft palate, and after a few months, was scheduled for surgery. The first surgery was a disaster; the surgeon made several mistakes, and compounded the original issue. In the months that followed, I watched my family break apart, and come back together as we raised money for a second surgery. Alas, the second surgery was only slightly more successful than the first. Faced with depleted financial resources, we knew that was it, and she would have to live with misshapen lips, an uneven nose, and a scar. The exhaustion of this whirlwind experience was soon followed by a deep-seated mistrust, and hatred for medical professionals. I could not understand how such callousness was possible and I wondered why doctors were held in high esteem. Every day, I cared for my sister, and every day, this rage consumed me.

One day after baseball practice me and a couple of friends were messing around, messing around as in: throwing balls around, swinging our bats, throwing are gloves at each other and what not. Just doing things teenagers would do. And then one of my friends from the team was walking over, minding his own business and trying to get through all of us and to his truck, then out of nowhere a bat someone swung came in from out of nowhere and then BAM! It hit my friend right in the mouth!