Personal Narrative Essay : Personal Experiences

There are two types of people in this world: those who take risks and those who think about it but do not. The people who take risks are the ones who make a difference in the world. The people who remain sedentary want to but they do not act. They tell themselves that they will do it tomorrow and they think they have time “for a hundred indecisions” (Prufrock). But humans are not immortal and it is time that fact is realized. People should live life to the fullest by taking risks because that is how life is measured.

I had been at it since 7 o’clock in the morning, my body aching for rest. My father paid for the Ballet Lessons to teach me more discipline,

Starting anything can be extremely difficult. Whether it be starting a new job, school, or even a family everyone has or will start something. In most cases, individuals learn best by experience. One cannot experience unless he or she starts. Because I love to start things that are generally chanllenging to others, I decided to start an online accessory company: The Purple Collar LLC (limited liability company). I have been told on several occasions that I am an old soul. I decided to take these words and utilize them to do something that I was interested in. I have wanted to be a CEO since I was in the 4th grade. I asked myself, “Why wait until you are old to be mature and do appropriate grown up things?”

The water was green and murky, with no telling which area was safe to jump into. The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.

War. It is what destroyed earth as we knew it. Mostly everyone in the USA was told to go to war against Canada in 2186. Children were left as orphans. I was one of those children. I never knew my parents. Never will know who they were.

On a cool and crisp Saturday fall morning, I tiredly moved out of my bed and stumbled to my feet. Barely able to open my eyes, my dad comes barging into my room with a job in mind for me to do. “Today I want you to vacuum, mow the lawn, and clean up your room before you go out with your friends,” stated my dad. I knew from that point on that my day went just went from being potentially really good to really bad. In my mind, I knew that I didn’t want to do my chores, but I knew that by doing them was the only way that I would be able to go out with my friends. I knew that Friday during school I had made plans to go to Six Flags with my friends which we have wanted to do for what feels like forever. I then felt motivated to start my day from there on forth.

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

You know that friend that you try to ignore whenever they wave at you in the hallway? At first they were okay but now it’s embarrassing to be around them in public. The friendship sort of just happened and you don’t know how to let them down easy. Playing an instrument is a similar feeling, at least in my opinion. There’s a reason why I’m not as willing to let people know I’m in the band and play the clarinet. The clarinet isn’t even that bad and I’ve had some good memories in band but people don’t need to know that. They should know the struggle it’s been ever since the beginning.

My friend introduced my family to The Center for Talented Youth (CTY). “It’s a 3 week summer program where you choose from a variety of courses and learn, but it’s not that boring. You’ll have fun.” I didn’t believe that last part; it sounded like a non-stop learning and unappealing camp. I worked hard all school year and finished with high marks, so I wanted to stay home and play games. However, my parents were hooked on the idea of an educational summer and there was no way I could change their mindset. Soon enough, filled with dread, I packed my bags and headed to the Carlisle site to spend 3 weeks at the program.

My sister Julia, at the age of twelve, went to school on a Tuesday. Though on this particular day, she chose to wear her brand new short overalls she had gotten as a birthday present. The shorts, which she wore with pride, were denim and accented with lace. When she wore them, her face exuded confidence.

The best hour of my summer happened to occur during my family vacation to Laval, Quebec. It was the morning of our second day at Le St-Martin Hôtel. My family and I were on our way to the continental breakfast that was to be provided by the hotel, as informed by the lady at the front desk during check-in. Prior to our entrance, my expectations for this breakfast were not anything more than they were for the complimentary breakfasts I had eaten in the past. However, what I was about to realize was that this was no ordinary continental breakfast, but more an authentic French feast! As my eyes skimmed the grand banquet room, I was captivated by the numerous breakfast items on the tables displayed throughout the room. The dining tables were located near a large, polished balcony, of which the doors were opened. The elegant decor and classy chandeliers were also a divine touch to the ambience.

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.

A bright Sunday afternoon when the average teen who works, will stay at home and study. One particular teen, by the name of Phoenix Lowell, is finishing up his Calculus homework. He is occupied by the job of a part-time librarian. As people know: That libraries are closed on Sunday afternoons, leaving employees to do as they wish. Now in the brilliant city of San Francisco, CA, there are thousands of things to keep you occupied. Now all that and Phoenix chooses to study! Now that is no way to spend your free time for a 17-year old. Phoenix squinted his eyes trying to see if the symbol behind the number on his calculus homework was a factorial or an x. His dirty-blonde hair drooped down, blocking his focus. “Why does calculus

Emma! Pay attention!” “Stay on task!” “Stay focused” We are in a first-grade classroom. A small dreamy girl with blonde curly ringlets sits in the front row, directly facing the teacher. The teacher signals the girl in an effort to pull her back into the class but her efforts are fruitless. The girl’s mind has already flooded with anxiety, she retreats far back into her imagination, out of the reach of her teacher. A white envelope interrupts her thoughts. Her hands, heavy with the weight of what she knew she was holding, she stuffs her mediocre report card into her backpack along with a math test she might have failed, but she doesn't know because she can’t read either.

Tears streamed down my face as I watched my older brothers drag my beloved dolls behind their bikes. My four year old body was full of hate, and I thought to myself, I will never forgive them. Don’t get me wrong, family is the most important thing in my life. All my earliest memories revolve around my siblings, cousins, and all other family members. Being the youngest in my family, I looked up to my older siblings. Literally.