Personal Narrative Essay 'The Star'

It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach

In my first “Who I am as a Writer” paper I stated how one of the areas that I needed to improve was writing. I went into more depth talking about how my writing is not descriptive enough and how I cannot grab the reader's attention. Even though I still need to continue making improvements, I have gotten better in both of these aspects. Compared to my papers in high school my introduction paragraphs have improved.

Considering that I demonstrated proper usage of quotes, and wrote a decent hook that could grab an audience’s attention. Also, I connected every paragraph, so that the paragraphs could be cohesive and understand by the reader. Not only that, I have finally written a thesis statement that was backed up with the quotes. Although, I did notice that my grammar and punctuation were a bit off, and I forgot to describe the fear that females displayed and how it’s seen today in modern society. Which wasn’t too bad; nonetheless, I felt that I needed to improve these two aspects, if I wished to succeed in English

After the first draft, one of the most important areas that I needed to improve was the analysis and finding better evidences for my point that I have made in my essay. The reason I had to go through struggle finding evidences in my first draft was because my thesis was not clear which made it hard to show my point in it. After the first draft, I was able to find some convenient sources that are related to my topic which helped me to support my point and made me have a better analysis on those points. However, I believe my analysis is somewhat effective as it should be according to the rubric after my final draft has been done, but there are still some places in the essay where I feel like it can still be improved. I tried my best to improve it as best as I can to make it clear to the audience by expanding more on it by giving more detailed about the points that I have made in the essay. However, I definitely learned how making my analysis more specific helped me a lot to make my essay clearer than being vague and general. After reviewing my Rhetorical Analysis, I definitely learned how doing a better research on my topic makes my argument

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

1. My writing has grown tremendously since my first essay of the semester. The first essay I struggled with organization and sentence structure. Considering my last essay, I have been able to organize information to make it much more pleasing to read. Likewise, in my second essay I had some trouble with the MLA format. However, in my last essay I managed to cite and source all information more favorably. Furthermore, in my third essay I had trouble with adding detail in my body paragraphs. In my last essay, I was able to demonstrate a full understanding of the assignment by providing great detail. Overall, throughout this course, I have been able to form my own unique style of writing

This year I think I have improved a lot of my writing skills. In my persuasive essay on digital

I was in 8th grade, but I walked out that high school gym with my shoulders back and head high like I was the big man on campus. My confidence went through the roof. In one day I had gone from extreme anger with my parents. Then I experienced terror as my parents drove me to the high school. Surprisingly this turned around to confidence and pure excitement for the years to come.

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

“Sweetheart, can you pass me the butter off the kitchen counter?” I say to my daughter, who was supposed to be helping me cook. Sorry to say, she decided against it at the last minute.

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.

As we swiftly hopped in the car I started to panic. In my mind there were unimaginable things. Is she going to die? Does she feel good? What was going to happen to her? As I glared at her she looked out the window with a melancholy look on her face. It felt like 100 years passed by when we finally reached the doctor’s office my aunt quickly explained to the doctor what was going on with her daughter my cousin. After a few minutes in the waiting room we were transferred to the back where they checked Cynthia’s weight, blood pressure, and her heart. The doctor then passed us to a room and she drew blood from Cynthia once the results were in the doctor said you have to leave now take her to the children’s hospital. My aunt stopped and it was

In this beginning of this semester, we looked at different authors and their perspective. Looking at the authors perspective I form my own opinions. Now by looking at my writing I have done so far, I have made some improvement. In my first paper I had trouble presenting my thesis statement clear, but then in my next paper move from a not passing paper to a B minus paper. I have stated an argument without using absolute claims like always, never, and all.

I reviewed my feedback for my essay on perseverance. I noticed that I had some strengths and some weaknesses. One strength that I had was providing a good thesis statement. The thesis statement is crucial in creating a paper that is explicit as well as understandable. A weak argument can create a poor paper whereas a strong thesis creates a sturdy paper. I write a rough draft and then write several different variations to improve my argument.

I gently closed my father’s car door and walked alone as best I could to the cool stone etched with the two words that mean so much to me, Elizabeth Jane, my mother’s name. I know my father is watching me. He couldn’t bring himself to the place where his wife’s dead body lies and I respect that, but I could, I needed to or else I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from believing that she isn’t gone. My father agreed to bring me here, but I know him, therefore I know to watch my actions until I can fully convince him that visiting my mother is healthy in my personal journey of grieving. My father is worried for me, that much is obvious. I knelt beside her grave and my thin legs brushed the vibrant green grass. It is spring. Spring bursts with life,