Personal Narrative Essay : Today Is The Day Of The World

There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America.

Since moving to Orillia back last September, I have wanted to drive on my own to Barrie and just walk around the Georgian Mall just to prove my self that I can drive on the high way and I can go any where if I try. When this assignment came about I knew right away that I would choose the “Day of Nonconformity” because going to Barrie is something I want to do for myself and not for anyone else. I choose to go on a Friday because that was the best time for me to go because I have no classes that day and I also have school to be done so I though Friday would work for me. Also, one of my friends tagged along so that I was not alone on this trip. I got to walk all around and went into the stores I want to go into. I never actually ended up buying

Twenty-six years ago I a 17-year-old boy joined the United States Army. I served my country faithfully for 22 years, two months and four days; I served in the Transportation Corps. My time in the army was a special period in my life. I gain a lot of life experiences as well as professional ones; the military shaped and molded me into the husband, father son, and brother that I am today. During my service, I grew up and learned several life lessons that would serve me well in and out of the army. To get a real understand on how the military shaped me into the person, I am today; I must first give you some insight into the person I was before I left for basic training. I graduated high school in 1991 just four months’ shy of my 18th birthday;

It 's so cold today. I sit on a suitcase packed for me, Norah. I am from a small town in Ireland called Cobh, and I live there with my mother, father and little sister. Glenn is my older brother, three years older than me. Oh, and I 'm sixteen. I guess you could call this feeling anxiety, but it really is more than that. It feels like I 'll never come home, and I 'll never see mother and father again. Everyone says (well, if you can call the newspaper editor and his wife everyone) that America is "paved with gold" and that "endless opportunities" await anyone who goes. But the stories I

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

So, for the first sixteen years of my life, I’m seventeen by the way, I lived in England with my parents but about two years ago my aunt passed away. My aunt was the closest person to me since I was a little girl. Because of the tragedy for the past two years my Uncle has been wanting to move to America because that was my Aunt’s favorite vacation spot to go, and finally my uncle decides to move, but there’s one little problem...I have to go with him!

We arrived on a day where the sky was pale, and the people’s faces seemed very weary. I convinced myself that everything will be fine by repeating some positive thoughts in my head. The conflict in Iraq was pretty aroused most of the time, and even though my parents and I were Iraqis, people there still looked at us as foreigners, because we did not live in Iraq long enough. However, it was very hard to set an appointment for the passport process, so we waited about six days for it. It was not a pleasant waiting because there was no electricity, for we had to deal with the 120 Fahrenheit weather. My parents knew how difficult it was for me to stay there, even for a short period of time, but no solution they had. I have big dreams to achieve, I also have a big love for my family, and I was not ready to suffer if something would happen to them because of an explosion or a

My husband of 5 years, Larry, and I woke around 7 a.m. to finish packing our things into our prairie schooner, in which we bought supplies for and made ourselves. Our 3 year old daughter, Lucy, is still sleeping, so we pack her things too. We pack light, so that our oxen, Moses, Alfred, and Edward, will be able to pull the wagon. Once we leave, we will be leaving our home above Larry’s blacksmith shop in Knoxville, Tennessee. We are also leaving my parents and our closest friends. My husband’s parents are the main reason we're leaving, they both got very sick with tuberculosis and passed away, so we don’t want our child around those sicknesses. In Oregon, we will get free land since we have one man in our family. Except on the way, I know that it will be very hard. I know this because of all the talk inside the coffee shop just 5 minutes of a wagon ride from our home. We have been in there lately because we are buying coffee grounds to take with us on our trip.

It had been 8 weeks on the vessel when we had been informed that we would be nearing the New York harbor soon, that meant eight weeks without any pyzy or kopytka, my favorite foods. The vessel was fairly clean and was filled with people such as myself and my brother, Jacek, escaping the grasp of Nazi Germany in Poland or the equivalent of so in their countries. On the other hand, some are here seeking greater economic opportunity and religious freedom. My brother and I were the only ones out of my family brave enough to leave our lives behind and venture into America. It wasn’t easy for me to leave everything behind and start anew, I had many friends, family, and prized possessions that I left, not knowing if I would ever see them again. I

Dear diary, today I'm on my way to the new world and I'm carrying a compass and map that will come in handy. This ship is enormous, a carracks, and is captained by Christoper Columbus and it's called Santa Maria with two smaller ships called Pinta and Nina. There are about 50 people on the ship with me. Apparently they are handling the trip well, most of them are excited to discover new objects. So far there are no Problems , everyone is getting along with each other. the weather is pleasant the past days . right now I feel a bit depressed because I absolutely miss my family, other then that it's going

Life here is horrible and miserable. Sevan, you have been nothing but hell for me, I just wish you guys luck without me on this world. Lorand, thank you for all. I will have to sacrifice my life for whatever is best for me. I feel like this family has been too much for me and I need to go and experience life in the heavens. Life hasn’t been good to me ever. I sometimes think why was I born, I should’ve sacrificed my life for the other brother. The other brother should’ve lived instead of me. This is NOT living for me. As I grow older, I am more depressed and I have thoughts of somethings that nobody will ever know about. You guys will NEVER see me. You guys have taken advantage of me since DAY 1. I have been violated tremendously inside and outside. I WISHED I NEVER LIVED. DAD WHERE ARE YOU? I Feel like NOT LIVING

I was in second grade and we were at the library. I had some extra time because my sister was playing in the ship that I thought I was too good for. I wandering in the nonfiction section and I found the shelves filled with books about countries. I was excited and decided to check out thirteen. We were in the car driving to Vermont and I was reading one of them. I was “really bored” because I had accidentally checked out a book from the “wrong publisher.” (Now I realize it was probably just the different names for the same company over time.) I finished about an hour before we arrived and so I was excited that I could read something else.

I hate leaving my family from Greece, but the only way I get to see my husband. My husband George Kirkland was sent to America to work for a company he was working at. I made sure I picked everything, my 3 dresses, shoes, pots and pans, and my locket my great grandmother gave to me. My father and mother gave me money before I go, they said '' This is for Ellis Island, I will miss you so much Hazel Elizabeth''. '' I'll miss you to Pa and Ma, but I have to go live with my husband'' I said sadly. Tears running down my face as I left for the boat dock. As I was walking I could the most gorgeous sunset, I was surely going to miss this place. I grabbed my stuff, heading toward the ship, I got in a big line filled with different people, the rich, the second class, and the third class.

In the summer of 2015, I visited the homeland of my parents, and by association, my homeland, for the first time since I first left over ten years earlier. I stepped on the plane with no expectations and a bad attitude, assuming a month of summer spent at home would be a better use of my time; I stepped off with a migraine and a sense of resentment toward my native land.

Lying here I am waiting. Twenty minutes ago I was fighting the cold air from reaching her. Now I am lying here waiting for her to sweep the last crumb left behind from breakfast. In a quick motion I am picked up and swung around her shoulders. I am her place holder, when her family is just out of reach I am there. Which brings me to how our paths became intertwined, it was 2010, it seems so long ago. She went on a field trip and came back and plopped down beside me explaining how wonderful it was. I saw it then, I saw the determination in her eyes, the sparkle I saw so many other times before. The sparkle only showed up when her heart had consumed an idea and would not rest until it was accomplished. Everyday after that it was a routine to