Personal Narrative Essay : Talking To Strangers

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.

“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.

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.

I was thrown into the lion’s den at a young age. When placed in this type of situation, you really only have 3 options, futilely attempt to escape, kill the lions and live off their flesh or adapt to the lion lifestyle, none of them being an easy task. Since I was so young, I didn’t possess the power to combat the lions single-handedly like Hercules did against the Nemean Lion and escape was impossible for an undeveloped body and mind. For years I’ve grown accustomed to the lions but they are not the humans I was once familiar with. It’s been a battle to understand this alien lifestyle as well as a mystery to why I was thrown into this den in the first place. Maybe I haven’t been clear with my scenario so how about I

“You’re OVERWEIGHT” I have always been told. My mom was overweight most of her life as well and she wanted better for me. She never wanted to see me struggle as much as she did. My father was an alcoholic around the time I was born so mom raised me as a single parent for the first few years of my life until she meant her now current husband. She recently just emigrated from Haiti at the time, and she was trying to settle a life in America. I was looked up to my mom; she makes me realize that ambition is more than anything. Growing up, I always struggle with my body, my self-image. Every time I looked in the mirror, I have never liked what I have seen, how tall I am, how my arms looked, how my cheeks looked in comparison to my nose and my mouth, how my stomach fell from the

Last semester, strangers would just feel like they could come up to me and have a conversation with me because I seem like an approachable person. I would smile and held a friendly conversations even if I didn’t know them. Strangers viewed me as nice friendly and out going. I know this because those strangers are now some of my very close friends. The first semester

Facing the river, I could hear the hustle from the rows of bungalows crouched upon the long stairs behind me, along which mottled walls tumbled. I lived in an unusual part of this city; nearly abandoned after World War Ⅱ, it collected everybody from injured veterans to recently “re-educated” scholars, and recently, from pedlars to drug dealers.

1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the

I sat in that cold dark room, getting maybe 2 hours of sleep every now and then but i had no way to tell how long it had been. When i got hungry i would eat the smashed food off the floor. When i was thirsty i drank the water that dripped out of the pipes above me. Once i ran out of the remanence of the food i had nothing to eat. I sat there hoping he would bring me something, even if it was nothing more than a piece of bread of fruit. I got so hungry i began to ration the bars of soap and minty toothpaste. The taste was very unpleasant and it made me sick to my stomach but at least i wasn't starving. Any time i had to use the bathroom i would move as far right at the chain would let me go and i would go to the bathroom. Then i would go back as far left as possible and sit back down. There were no vents in the basement. Just one hole in the wall where some piping broke off. That the only way air got in and out so the smell in the

As this issue was printing, a couple of editors decided to express their very strong opinions concerning O'Brien and his actions.

It was one of those days that just felt like everything was going to be all right. I did what I regularly do when I wake up, brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and then go and play. I was just a few years old, and to me just running around was fun. Me and my brothers were outside just like most kids would be. There were birds chirping all around us and there were also different kinds of animals. We were outside for a very long time and we were having fun so the time just flew by, and it turned from birds chirping to the sound of crickets making noise.

Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.

When I was ten and I lived in Mesquite my mom asked me if I wanted to run five miles in Dallas, and I said "sure it sounds fun". The next morning I got up at eight o'clock and my mom said it was at eleven so we left at ten. If you watch the Dallas news and saw the big letters in the courtyard, that’s where it started. There was a total of 532 people at the place I can remember because everyone got a paper wristband and a number was put in on a computer for every person and it showed up on a big screen.It was around ten forty five at the time.When it turned eleven an anouncer said to start. The entire walk was five miles it was 2.5 to the end and back. My mom pushed my little brother for most of it he got out at the half way point.When we got

Heart pounding, hands sweating, almost on the verge of tears, my nine-year-old self-had forgotten her math homework again. “Where is your homework?” Ms. McDougall croaked comparable to a decrepit toad. Consequentially, my fellow pupils judging eyes pierced through my soul. I shrugged my shoulders, slammed my desk shut and huffed my way to sit outside. McDougall treated me as synonymous to a delinquent child. She spewed, “ You’re stupid and lazy, and the pictures you draw would not earn me you an A.” As if a nine-year-old knew the meaning of bribery? Granted, I was not this child she created in her mind. I just did not have the sort of intelligence in which she upheld on her version of the ' Iron Throne.’