Personal Narrative Essay: Sweepstake Winner

The next morning, we were booked for an excursion to go kayaking. I couldn’t wait to show Derek, about how we would Kayak back then. While, kayaking we saw many fishes in the water, and we decided to go fishing after, and Derek enjoyed it. Kayaking was a tire activity, we went straight to the hotel right after, to go to sleep.

My story would begin in fifth grade when I won the Central Ohio Writing Contest. My winning piece was about my grandfather, who lost a lot of his hearing at a young age. In 2011, he received a Cochlear Implant, an extraordinary hearing device that returned some of his lost hearing, changing his life.Prior to this contest, I never did much writing, but I began to love it. I loved how happy my piece made him; I loved telling his story. After winning this competition, my mom told me about journalism and I knew from that moment that I would set my goals to pursuing a career in it! As I fast-forward to 2016, I still have this dream. As a junior in high school, I write and report for my school newspaper. My goal is to tell stories: those that

A voice echoed through the rather large house, snapping me out of the trance like affect that the long editing sessions seem to have on me.

At the football game at Rosary High on Friday night, Chris was hanging out with his friends Tyler and Jack by the bathrooms. When the game was about to start, they all went to use the bathroom. As they were about to leave, a group of students came in and saw Jack washing his hands. One of the guys in the group named Cameron started pushing Jack between his friends and asking him “Hey fag, aren’t you in the wrong bathroom?”

The short story, “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson is set on the morning of June 27th in a small village of three hundred people. The story begins with the gathering of families from the village getting together to participate in the lottery. The lottery is lead by Mr.Simmons, a well known man who often runs different events in the village. The rules of the lottery were that for each family named, the head of the family comes up and draws a piece of paper. At the end when everybody has their paper, it is discovered that Bill Hutchinson is the person who got the paper with an ink blot. Immediately his wife,Tessie defends him and asks for a redraw. Mr.Simmons agrees, however, this time the whole family has to draw. In the end, Tessie is the one

The color of the bright orange paper on my door captured my eyes as it waved in the wind. The eviction notice was scheduled for Monday, December 14th, 2008 two days before my ninth birthday. It wasn't my place to worry, so I handed it to my mother and continued on with my day. No one spoke about the notice for three days. On the afternoon of the 14th I got off the bus and saw our belongings outside the apartment.,It was at that moment I knew that the orange paper was something to have been worried about. We left eight years of memories behind in that apartment and built two months of new memories in a shelter.

“Hey boys! Let’s go pick up trash around the park!” During dog walks around our local park, my family and I had noticed an accumulating amount of trash scattered around the park, making it look like “No Man’s Land”. Cigarette butts littered the ground like bullet cartridges and broken bottles were strategically arranged like barbed wire. My dad thought we had a responsibility to help our neighborhood, so he drafted my brother and me to pick up trash, yet the responses he heard were not from patriotic soldiers but from ungrateful eighth graders:

All of our families had just finished eating breakfast and were going to get ready to go to the waterpark. I had told Austin that I would meet him in the waterpark by the

There is this feeling that has overcome me in the past few weeks, a feeling that I am clinging to something that does not exist anymore. That I am clinging to a feeling, to a time of freedom and innocence. I’m clinging to games played in the backyard, to the smell of grass as I tumble down a hill, to play dates, blanket forts and stamping in muddy puddles. I am clinging to childhood.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like being pushed everyday? I'm constantly being thrown down and punched. Whenever I get back up I just get knocked down again. My bullies are relentless they come every morning at 7:25 and leave every day at 2:25, they even disturb me at night too. I often just sit and wonder what it would be like to break free and never have to worry about my bullies ever again. People that I never even met before benefit from me occasionally. I don’t think they are bullying me, but they are definitely using me. The one thing that makes me madder than any of the bullying is being dirty. Why am I so sticky? People have the audacity to spill whatever they are drinking on me. Don’t even get me started about the crumbs! They eat

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

The time was currently 8:00 a.m. when I heard my alarm go off. I tried my best to ignore it about three times when I realized I must have something to do that's really important that I had to set up an alarm. I finally realized that my sister, Gabriela, and I had to go to the mall to purchase a dress for our cousin’s party. I got up, turned the alarm off, and went to her room.

Looking back on my childhood, it is clear to me that I was never a very feminine girl. I remember asking to pee outside; trying to be like my older brother when I was only just in diapers. I did wear dresses, and I had some skirts that I enjoyed wearing, but only to church. However, I can distinctly remember getting grass stains on my Easter dress from the time I left the front door to when I reached the car sitting in the driveway. I never really felt the pressure to look nice; this has been permanently documented in any pictures from before middle school in which I was wearing an outfit of my choice. My look until about seventh grade was a slicked back ponytail, a t-shirt, and basketball shorts that were handed down to me from my older brother.

Despite growing up in a family of musicians and having played music my entire life, I didn’t learn about my exceptional ear until quite recently. During a guitar lesson sophomore year, my instructor and I were watching a music video on YouTube. I’d never seen it before, so he was quite shocked when I told him the exact tuning the guitarist was in – all by ear.

Tyler and Sam grew up together as neighbors and have known each other since they were little kids. Tyler was older than Sam, but only by two months and twenty-nine days. Tyler and Sam did everything together, including riding bikes, homework, and even talked about what it would be like to be all grown up and married with kids of their own. They both made a pact to name their first born after one another. They did not know what would happen if the baby came out to be a girl because they were too young back then to know where babies came from.