Personal Narrative: How It Was Today

It was finally the end of third period and everyone eagerly left class to go to lunch. I wasn't a big fan of lunch because I had no one to sit with witch made me stand out in a crowed making it easy for my tormentors to track me down. "Hey loser" someone snarls from behind me. I turn around to find myself facing Laurie, she's always picked in me for as long as I can remember no after awhile she someone found herself a boyfriend who started doing the same.

A Look Into The Past Throughout the semester I have noticed my writing grow significantly. Some of my work was a bit sketchy but that could be fixed by proofreading. I did not like writing all of my papers but I did enjoy the reading involved for the book reviews.

Who I’ve Become and Why Why I have become who I am today? This is a very simple question with a very complex answer. I am a result of biological, psychological and social-cultural influences. All three of these thing have shaped me into the person that I am today. My social location has also helped to shape me into the person I am today.

Doors slam shut, cabinets rattle, and voices shout, yet I hear none of it. I am a hundred miles away and travelled hundreds of years, but I haven’t moved an inch. I’m living in my own reality, my own tiny bubble. The rickety bus flies over a pothole, kids shout to their friends down the aisle, the radio blasts songs from that week’s top 40, and still I am immersed in a book. Most people cannot concentrate in chaos, but I am not like most people. The real world fades from existence the moment my eyes skimmed the page and began to construct a new one in my mind.

"She had a solid reputation as a crisp, vivid writer of short stories set in Louisiana, where she had lived for 14 years" ("A Look Back"). I wrote many of my stories about experiences in my life. I always loved to read and learn new things as a child. As I grew older, there were many hard times and that helped me to be the lady I was. Some of my stories were very well known, and others not so much. My rough childhood, mother, and family friends influenced me to write; the short stories and novels I wrote were influenced by my favorite authors which caused me to write about controversial topics.

There something very odd about today. I don’t know whether it’s to do with the heat, my bank balance, the future or working tomorrow, but there is something funny about today. It’s as if I should be still in bed or looking at the four walls in the living room waiting for gloom to appear like some genie from a bottle with heaps of bad news. Then I realize that it is Monday and for the past 5 weeks I have been working on a Monday and since that I ‘m not working today, that’s probably why today seems strange, empty and clammy.

You do realize not everyone in this world can or is willing to go vegan? And that just because it's what you believe, it's not something everyone believes in? What good has it ever done when someone has showed their beliefs down other's throats? I want an example, 'cause I honesly don't know one.

“We’re almost there two more blocks,” Tyler told Dylan. We rode down the street and when the sun shined off the object it was like looking at the sun! “Ouch,” I said. We pulled over to see what it was. You would never guess!

Was he dead or alive? Did the helicopter land safely? What happened to him? I knew that we left on really good terms, but will I truly get to say goodbye. Was this the day that he will leave me. I rushed to get ready to go, to the place

Today has been pretty strange. I saw this thing, well I actually didn’t see it, but it was there…

Angie again told Bev she could have as much fun as she wanted because word of anything she did at the resort wouldn’t get back to Dave from us. She then told Bev if she was going to have fun with the guys she was also going to join in

Turning the page and trying to be better each day can be a challenge. At times trying to make such transformations were difficult. As an only child, I did not have brothers and sisters to turn to so quickly for help. I relied on myself and sometimes that was not the best thing for me to do. Surrounding myself with people to help me was the first thing that I did. I watched other peers throughout my last years of high school like class representatives, teachers, counselors and their staff. Although I did receive some help from my parents, the majority of ideas that I began to input into my head came from others such as my peers. I felt like I could relate better with people who were my own age and held certain positions, whether it was

The Changing Dynamic “What!” I commented. “What do you mean you're getting married?” I said with my aching heart, after the words of “I’m marrying him.”

This week I competed three social histories. It seems like the more I do them, the easier it seems to be getting. I feel more comfortable with the residents. It also seems like coming up with questions is becoming easier for me. There is a general idea on what to ask, but she wants me to go beyond what is on the sheet. It actually has become fun. I have learned so much about the residents. They are so interesting and have some wonderful stories to share. Man, how things have changed through the years. I interviewed a 94-year-old man and I asked him how him and his wife met. He said that there was an all-girl school across the street from his house. He went over to talk to a girl he knew and he met another girl, and that girl was his now wife.

There were boxes all around me. My room had gone from being colourful with posters to a bare, white room with all of my belongings collected, packed and ready to be moved. Mum had told me that we were moving to a place called 'Victor Harbor', a place I had never heard about before. I began to imagine what this new place could look like. I first imagined a street like those stereotypical ones in movies; with houses on both sides and a straight road in between. There were beautiful, leafy green trees scattered along with an asphalt path along each side for pedestrians to walk along.