Personal Narrative Essay's Night: A Very Good Book

Night is a very good book because it actually shows someone’s experience in the Holocaust unlike school history books. Because of this book, we know have a better understanding of what happened in the camps. We know more about the process of the evacuations and how they actually treated them. We don’t know just by remains and clues now.

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

Time flew by fast and before I knew it the season was almost over and it was senior night. All of the seniors went to school wearing our matching shooting jerseys and ready for the big night. We got to come to the game late because the underclassmen were setting up the game for us and decorating. Each senior had their own poster hanging on the stands for everyone to see. When I first walked in my name was on the ground in calk with my number and it said, “we love our goalie.”

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

15 hospitalizations in the last 5 days have been reported in a tourist booming city along the coast of California. Many enter the hospital with swollen feet, coughing, fever, vomitting, uncontrolable muscle contractions, bruissing, and some even have their skin splitting open in random areas on their arms and legs.. Many autopsy results have shown a rare venom that is a trait to only one animal in the world throughout each of the patient’s blood.

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

There are two types of people in this world: those who take risks and those who think about it but do not. The people who take risks are the ones who make a difference in the world. The people who remain sedentary want to but they do not act. They tell themselves that they will do it tomorrow and they think they have time “for a hundred indecisions” (Prufrock). But humans are not immortal and it is time that fact is realized. People should live life to the fullest by taking risks because that is how life is measured.

Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story has always stuck with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”.

It was a bright sunny morning, I thought that it was little too sunny just because well now I can't go back to sleep. When I do go back to sleep I wake up again after I hear my parents fighting like usual. Eventually I do wake up and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I grabbed a banana and walked to my school even though it's almost a whole kilometre away but i did not seem to mind because I always loved school even though i am not that smart but I still got accepted into AK School i had to take a 4 page test and I passed first I was in shock because my aunt made me take the test i did not want to take the test for a couple of reason the biggest reason was that none of my friends were going to AK School. They were all going to Jackie Rack

Loss: the fact or process of losing something or someone. Loss goes far more than death. One can lose themselves, lose another person, or just plain lose money. Loss is inevitable and I believe losing yourself is something we will all go through at some point in our lives.

The tiger quickly climbed the nearest tree and then totally ignored me.” It all started when our uber driver geek, Randy Jackson, woke up in a imaginary desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling abnormally angered, Randy Jackson stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely excited, he saw that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Dee Jackson. Randy Jackson had known Dee Jackson for 200 years, the most of which were crazy ones. Dee Jackson was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Randy Jackson called for her, for the situation was important.

The sweet, potent aroma of cinnamon scented broom sticks fills the room as a toffee colored chihuahua barks it’s larynx off--that’s how I know I’m at my mema’s house. My mema resides in a small cottage two hours away from my house, but her house feels like more of a home than mine ever has.

Elene exited the car and followed her father to Mr. Yu’s home. To piano lessons: 3:00 pm. Arrived and opened the gate: 2:45 pm. She entered the house: 2:50 pm. Her father led her over to the bench as she waited for her turn. Ten minutes from now. Just like clockwork.

I heard a big crash when I was on an island, and I noticed that the boat started sinking. Right then all I had was my backpack and I was on an island. Have you ever been stranded on a island? In my backpack I had gear for camping. I had a tent, firestarter, knife, and a water purifier. Everything else that I had brought was on the boat when it started sinking, and I couldn't get it. I had most of the main items to survive on the island. I was on the island with only 4 island, and I used those items to survive.

It was a warm summer night in my neighborhood. The neighbor kids, my brothers, and I were riding our bikes around the court. Then out of nowhere my bike flips over my body and lands with my leg between the bars. My father being the loving man he was said, "Get up and rub some dirt on it." It took fifteen minutes and my older brother yelling at my dad to finally come and get me. They came up, pulled the bike, and realized that my knee was touching the back of my foot, which lead to my father saying, "I don't think that’s supposed to look like that." My father brought me back into the house and called my mom to come get me. I took three hours of x-rays, nurses, and doctors running in and out of my room to establish I just had a freak accident of a break. One nurse even came in and said, "She needs to be medevacked to Children's Hospital," therefore my mother lit into him for saying that to a ten-year-old. My biggest fear out of all of this wasn't that I was going to be in a thigh high cast for many months, but that I was going to die. I was so freaked out about this whole situation that I feared the worst, which was death. My fears got the best of me in many ways throughout my life. Unfortunately, I have missed out on great opportunities from my fear that also brings its heavy baggage anxiety. Therefore, I constantly question, will I overcome my fears?