Personal Narrative Essay: The Awakening

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

I was searching through a room when my flashlight started flickering before it turned off. I heard footsteps, at first believing they were mine until I stood still and the footsteps continued. It was dark, the windows were boarded, blocking out any light from outside. Somebody else was in there with me and I know it wasn't Joel because I heard his calls for his brother echoing through the hall. The door slammed shut and I felt a cool breeze run through me.

As soon as my other cousins get off the raft, my uncle asks “Who’s next?” Joe, Ethan, and I responded by shouting “Me!” Before getting on the tube, I saw a design that looked like a face on the raft. It seemed to be laughing at me, and I couldn’t figure out why.

He stopped in the middle of the woods, panting. As he looked up, the sky was getting brighter by the minute. He continued to run, but as he did he changed. His eyes were a piercing red like the blood he hungered for. His agility grew and soon all you could see was a blur. His usual thick-set build became unbelievably ripped, but as improvements came the part of that everyone knew and loved faded. The need for self-preservation kicked in. The loving, caring part became a detached, lonely, and hungry soul just in one long howl.

     The novel, The Awakening by Kate Chopin, was written in the late nineteenth century in St. Louis after her husband Oscar died of a severe illness. Her book appeared in 1899, after she was idolized by many novels written by Darwin and Sarah Orne Jewett. Her first attempts at writing were just brief sketches for a local newspaper that was only short descriptions of her life in Louisiana. However, Chopin’s interests had always run along more risky lines, as reflected in her diaries, letters, and fictions. Her most common subject was female subjugation and freedom. When The Awakening appeared, Chopin was severely criticized for depicting a sexualized and independent-thinking woman who questioned

I sat and thought about this particular essay prompt for quite a while before I conjured up a viable answer - how does transferring schools help me achieve my objectives? After two remarkable semesters of midterms and finals, the Common App transfer prompt successfully stumped me. It encouraged me to sit back and reflect upon what I had experienced as a freshman, and what I learned in those two short semesters. In the simplest sense, transferring is a revolution of sorts; it's a major revisit of a critical decision you once made as a senior in high school. Even so, it was difficult for me to come to terms with the fact that my school of choice was not the perfect fit. I've learned so many valuable lessons that have helped me

She was quite good at reading lips, and she had to be in order to speak. Her mother and father taught her well when she was allowed to live with them, and they did so because they did not want her to be gassed or starved. Both of those punishments were also an option, if The Yellers hated you enough.

First, when I was four years old, me and my older brother started asking our parents if we could have a baby brother. After that, my parents started to laugh and told us that probably not because they were good with only two kids. Me and my brother were disappointed and decided to convince our parents no matter what. After a while, my parents got tire of hearing us complain about getting a baby brother and they told us that we were not getting one. Then, the next month my mother started getting a little fat. My Mom told me that she had to go to the hospital because she was sick. A few months went by and my Mom was getting fatter every month. I started to worry about my mom, so I started asking her if she was going to get better. After I asked her, she told me to go get my older brother because she had to tell us something really important. When I got him and came back with my Mom, I got really scared because I thought she was going to tell us that she was really sick. A few moments later she told us “Listen, remember when you asked me if you guys could have a baby brother, well, we you’re not going to get one but two twin brothers!” After that I thought she was lying and I started to get mad until she told me that she was actually saying the truth and that’s when I got shocked and I thought myhead was going to explode. That was one of the best days of my life.

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that

I, Grace, Queen of the Moon, Empress of the Night, have nothing to wear. I woke up about an hour ago and in that time I've ate breakfast, taken a shower, and have stood in front of my closet, failing to find suitable formal wear. I am now in the shop downtown being fitted for a black floor length silk dress, 'cause the king of France just can't have a pool party and make everything easier. The lady measuring me was poking and prodding all over, and I was tempted to get her fired, right then and there, but seeing as I had lived inside the moon all of my life, I probably needed to get used to the humans and their culture, and this is a fine time to do it. "OK ma'am, I'll have it done in a couple hours." she said putting in the last pins needed. "Thank you!" I responded distractedly. I took the dress off as soon as she left, and put on my jeans and dark blue blouse. Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked OK. I fixed my dark grayish blue hair, and walked out of the dressing room. As I walked out the door I handed her the dress and said "I'll be

Warm, salty sweat was dripping down my drained face. Snatching the towel which was placed delicately around my neck, I used the towel by daintily wiping the sweat gathered up on my forehead. Shutting my eyes unanticipatedly, I lifted the heavy dumbbells once more before setting it back on the large metal rack. Locating my throbbing body on the poorly painted wooden bench, I picked up the cold water bottle and initiated to drink all the remaining water to fill my thirst. Exhaling vociferously, I planted my chin on my moist palm. My bulky, muscular arms started to pulsate causing my whole entire body to stiffen up. I sat on the bench for several moments, too overwhelmed to move.

Click! In the morning, my ears always wake me up first. Then the light from the hall slowly creeps through my eyelids. Slowly, I sit up in bed trying to get my brain to wake up. Moving like a slug, I start to get off my bed, and then walk to my closet. I grab my shirt, pants, and socks. As fast as a speeding NASCAR race car, I quickly put my clothes on. I then grab my baseball gear from my pile and then carry them down stairs. Then the smell of breakfast drags me down stairs. I sit down to a steaming hot breakfast. On my plate, there is 2 eggs, cinnamon toast, and spinach. To the top left of my plate there is a glass of milk next to my vitamins. Then on the top right there is steaming cup of bone broth. I eagerly gulp down my breakfast in

The young woman jumped, hitting several keys on her keyboard. She looked around her dark room and then to the clock on the computer screen. 7:00 AM.

I had turned off the WiFi capability on my smart phone and laptop, and completely disconnect from any and all forms of virtual communities and social media within 36 hours during the long weekend. I chose to hanged out with friends to pass through the times without WiFi, so I don’t think it is a challenge for me for the first few hours because I can do shopping, keep eating, have a chill chat with friends, and these activities are able to possess much times. However, there are a bit different between my thought and the reality. When I was doing shopping, my brain was all about sales but most of the stores were not having sales, so I planned to do online shopping after get back home as there are always have online sales via my long-term shopping

My own spiritual awakening began a year ago and I had resisted all my life. My Spiritual Awakening process was catalyzed by a heart break. These catalysts have a purpose: to open your heart and prompt you to seek. A spiritual awakening is a process of considerable inner change. I have become more aware of myself on a much deeper level. I am more aware of my life experiences and the lesson I have learnt from these experiences and the reason why. I am more accepting of myself and everything and everyone around me. To fully live a spiritual life one must let go of all their hurt, anger and negative feelings that they had towards their life and the people in their life. When one has a true spiritual awakening they will gradually go through the