Personal Narrative Essay : The Summer Night In The Last Summer

“I sat down next to my brother, Dan, on the couch and got on my laptop. He started to look at my laptop and asked what I was doing with a smirk on his face. It was obvious that he knew what I was doing so I ignored him. My homework was to type a 5 paragraph essay on what we did over the summer. As I began to write, my laptop started to glitch. It kept happening over and over as I continued to type.

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

I trip over the curb, spilling a few drops of iced coffee over the brim of my cup, as I attempt to keep my dog-eared notebook from slipping out of my grip. I twist and shove my way through the narrow street, apologizing to the owners of the stray feet I step on. I walk onto a larger street and let out a breath; the suffocating heat of an Italian summer is enough to cope with, without the sweaty skin of a hundred others pressing against me. I can’t say I didn’t want this—the air is thick with both moisture and stories. I sit down in a nook by a rusty water fountain and take out a pen.

On June 27, 2017, my summer camp had started it’s adventure. I went to a City called Oxnard, 2 hours away from Los Angeles and 30 minutes past Malibu beach. As we arrived. I had went with all my friends growing up. Monika, Silvia, Rachel, Julie, Mya, Cathy, and Mary.It was around 9:15 pm and we decided to head down and eat at Panda Express. The teachers decided we couldn’t have any meat since this was a church trip and it was fasting time. But since everyone was hungry we decided to go behind the teachers backs and then my friend, Monika, came up with a brilliant idea.

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

Hey guys Artisy here how are all of you doing? I hope well. So I know this chapter is late, but I needed some time for family issues that are going, on, for me and my EOG is next week, so I've been really busy, but dont worry summer is coming soon, so more chapters yay, and hopeful I'll be able to finish one of my books during the summer because I have, so many story ideas, and ones that are in progress, but enough about that let's get onto the story, and please comment what you think about what happens in the chapter.

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

There was a young girl named Summer, and a young boy named Kyle located in Atlanta, Georgia. Kyle was a handsome brown skin country boy right out of Mississippi. He dressed well, had fantastic grades and had a nappy boy fade. Summer was a brown skin suburban girl. She dressed to the nine, was an A-B student, and always smelled like strawberries and mangos, and her hair was always different. Kyle was so in love with Summer before Summer even knew he existed. One day, Summer was introduced to Kyle by her younger cousin and automatically caught feelings, but she didn't show it of course. They started off slow. They facetimed every single night for hours. After long nights of laughing, flirting, and falling asleep on the phone the two lovebirds

I never saw it coming, everyone but me knows it doesn’t just form overnight. They can be perceived at least a few days in advance, but how was I supposed to know, I’m no storm expert. To me the days prior had an uncanny tranquility floating about, not even a moonlight in sight and then it changed like a spark in a fire. Everything had altered almost instantaneously above my head, transforming into a ferocious beast that would take over the town on the murky July day.

This summer changed the way I perceived the world in two profound manners, Firstly, I embarked on a new journey that included a full-time job, thesis research, and constant battles with my friends and hair. Secondly, I reentered the dating, which altered my perspective of relationships and love.

“I need to figure some stuff out, and I don’t think we’re going to be able to spend as much time together.”

“When are you leaving town? Today would probably be a good idea. Don’t think I don’t see that look in your eye. You need to get away from here- for your sake.”

My summer of 2015 was pretty amazing. I mostly played baseball, went to Helen, the beach, and a whole lot more ! This was one of the best summers I ever had .

June 20th was the first day of summer and the longest day of the year, and as we all know it can be hectic, happy, hearty, and HOT! We outdoor types know we will encounter the best and the worst during the high-summer months, but we also know we can reach niches inaccessible any other time of year. We see vistas that are only available for a matter of weeks, we enjoy camping out and enjoying the long days and warm nights, but we also know that we may experience crowded camp grounds, trampled trails and trashed lake shores. We California Explorer readers are always aware of our environment, the responsibilities that go with it, and that makes us a welcome visitor.

He opened the door with more zest than necessary. “Don’t you have anything better to do besides bother us?”