Personal Narrative-Morphology

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

I have never really went to a school that had activities and a lot to do on their campus… until I went to Penn State. I have never went to a cafeteria that had a live performance like I have on Thursday April 6th. My teammates and I went into the cafeteria, and it was my frist time ever being in there, and we ordered our food, sat down a listened to the popular songs sung by Caryn Dixon. She sounded exactly like Tori Kelly, who sings Should’ve Been Us, and Hollow which Caryn Dixon sung also. It was honestly like we were sitting in The Fillmore in Philadelphia – so surreal.

“Mamusia! Can you come help me with this?” I yell boldly for my mom. “What is that

After reading further, I have noticed the use of onomatopoeia, which are words that sound like what they signify. As a five-year-old you often are learning a lot about the world still and he is using a lot of different noises like “I drum on the table and Ma goes knock knock on the leg of the bed, then flomf flomf on the pillows, we use a fork and spoon on door ding ding and our toes go bam on the stove, but my favorite is stomping on the pedal of trash because that pops his lid open with a bang.“ (pg.16) The author uses this I believe, to relate back to the boy's mind which uses his senses to create a new understanding of the world. I have also noticed the use of analogies. An analogy is an extended comparison between two things, typically

I was panicking, my heart was beating so fast it felt like it had jumped out of me. Then the rush, the air flying at me so fast. Finally after what seemed like forever, it ended.

I returned from one of the groups I attended to the main recreational building where people wait after meetings. There were not too many people back from groups, and I did not see anyone that I met before. I attempted to talk to a few people; however, they did not wish to talk to me as they refused to answer my conversation initiations or responded briefly and walked away. Finally, I sat down close to this younger female. She looked up and told me that she loved my shirt and that green was her favorite color. I responded that it was mine too, and I moved closer to her seat to be able to talk to her. She told me that she used to live in another state with her mom and grandparents. Her mother met a man, and moved to Chattanooga to be with him. She went with her mother, and then she

As the doors opened I saw the white ceramic floor, the red and grey lockers, and the alphabetically arranged hallways. I was in an American High school. At this moment a jolt of energy gushed through me and made me feel on top of the world, however as the day progressed, my head started to observe the ceramic floor more than the diverse group of people in this school. I felt like I was an “inbetweener” and I am not even bi-racial. This feeling of being an outcast made me homesick. A few months into the school year my English Two teacher gave me a book called “The Gifted Hands.” It was after reading this book, about Ben Carson, I realized I am not the only kid in high school that is feeling out of place. I learned that although our experiences might differ, we were all students trying to skip these few years and become a senior.

In spring of 2014, my spunky, very charismatic friend, Freddy invited me to a party. Since he knew I’d never turn down a groovy shindig, I agreed to join him. As I arrived that afternoon, I observed around to see a room of mostly unfamiliar faces; which was not a problem since I am an incredibly sociable person. I quickly found my friends, Alexis, Freddy’s younger sister, and Sarah and eagerly joined them. I noticed standing with them was an extremely pretty girl with the great brown eyes and a brilliant smile that made anyone compelled to smile right back. Extending out my hand, I began to introduce myself to the stranger. She simply shook my hand, nodded and smiled politely. However, when she didn’t proceed to introduce herself, it confused me. I looked back at Freddy then back at her, waiting, when she did something I was not

On April 14, 2017, I was reminded to never take life for granted. When you’re seventeen, you think you have all the time in the world. However, on this day, time came rushing in. I had just put on my bathing suit and gone to the beach barely even making a dent in the sand. My cell phone buzzed continuously like the nagging of a dog whining for food at the foot of the dinner table. The type of noise you drown out constantly. After settling into a soft sandy spot, I decided to take a quick peep at the missed calls. My sister had called multiple times which is rare. A little curious, I called her back. She answered in a panic with the muttering of alarming words “Mom’s been run over, and we have to go home now! Come get me.”

I know this is kind of a drag, but its become a real problem and I just don't know what else to do besides send out a memo, so here goes. The refrigerators nasty. It really is. We all have to share that space, its common courtesy. I mean, come on guys, don't you think you could do a little better cleaning out your old food? Doesn't it kind of make sense, you know, if you don't eat something for two weeks to throw it out so it doesn't get all moldy?

I can see how a language can die over time. My parents are from Puerto Rico and moved to the States because my Father enlisted into the National Guard. While growing up, in Wichita, Kansas, with Puerto Rican parents they wanted to make sure that me and my brothers were fluent in English. According to my parents they wanted to make sure that we grew up knowing English without an accent. My mother learned English by watching day time television so her whole life is drama now. When I started to go to high school is when I had to take Spanish class. Lucky for me I learned enough to pass the class can carry myself in a conversation in Spanish when I have too. If it wasn't for me wanting to learn, I would just be fluent in English. Good thing that

I stayed at home coughing and coughing. I ended up with a cold that gave me a sore throat. I gargled salt water and tried to keep it in my mouth for longer than 1 second. The salt water smelled so disgusting. It looked foggy, felt weird, and had no sound. I was kind of hoping that the salt water would sound like the ocean, but it didn't. I still have a really bad cough too.

I really wouldn't want to share a brain with anyone. I think it would be extremely frustrating to not ever be alone physically, but also you would never even be alone in your thoughts.

After I logged in I noticed Matt was already setting up, thinking nothing out of the ordinary I went back to finding a long, but not tedious quest that hopefully would take us most of the night. I thought a language quest might be the key, one with lots of puzzles and wordplay for Matt and then some foreign language and classic English for me.

5…4…3…2… slap, I heard a deep voice yelling. Where did it come from? Who was it? What was going on? It was an early November morning and I was sitting at the edge of my bed looking out the window when I heard the screaming and commotion. I couldn’t distinguish what was going on, but whatever it was it wasn’t good. The morning sunlight was so bright that all I could see outside of my window were shadows moving back-and-forth quickly. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat frozen on my bed until it calmed down.