Personal Narrative : My Cat Jumper

Everyone on the planet has a goal set in life, but only a handful attempt to improve to obtain their goal by studying the subject their goal is in. In my English class, English 101 this quarter I was astonished by how much I had progressed as a writer sharpening my writing skills and also learned a lot about writing that I hadn’t learned before. In my writing portfolio for this quarter I had to write an autobiography essay, a research essay, and this reflection essay to develop my writing skills better. The writing assignments were fun to do because it challenged me to work on essays of different styles that were new to me. The essay assignments helped me grow as a better writer that gave me the self-confidence and skills to take on the world on my own.

Prior to my development of routine introspection and, consequently, maturation, I wrote not to encapsulate my ever-growing discomfort towards life, but rather to gain praise and acknowledgement for my efforts in writing. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I sat on the floor of my kindergarten classroom criss-cross applesauce-style as my teacher, Mrs. Glickman, asked the class to write a short story and to provide an illustration to accompany it. With smudged and disorderly speckles of graphite sprawled across my paper, I managed to write a story in my signature chicken-scratch handwriting. The story was relatively simple, about a girl who had thought she was a hideous monster until she looked into a river reflection and realized she was beautiful. I even drew (or attempted to draw) a beautiful girl for the second part of the assignment. At the next school assembly, Mrs. Glickman granted me a sky-colored paper, reading “Award of Recognition: Kiana Lucin, for her creative writing and exemplary drawing skills.” From this point on, I prided myself in writing, and excelled

Reflecting on my life as a means of deciding on a topic, one time period struck me as particularly important in terms of writing itself: my second year of second grade. Moving to Poway in 2007, the first class I was in was Mrs. Ramin’s 2-3 combo at Painted Rock. I had purple wire-rim glasses, a brown Hello Kitty tracksuit, two friends, and a hatred of writing. This was particularly unfortunate for young Analise, since Mrs. Ramin’s main focus was writing. She encouraged her students to write daily, setting aside 20-60 minutes each day for it. Although I hated it at first, my passion for creative writing grew as I turned my love for my sister and for Webkinz into tales of adventure and peril parallel to my then favorite series, Magic Tree House. I wrote, drew, and colored whatever my seven-year-old imagination spun for me. After that spark, the fire of writing died down to a smolder until eighth grade, when I wrote my first successful essay, “Flowers for Algernon: A Comparative Essay On How Two Versions of the Story are like

My life is centered around church, sports, and family. I am a hardworking, motivating, caring person. While at Forbush I attend FCA (fellowship of Christian athletes) twice a week, am an active member of HOSA(health occupation students of America), and play or manage many sports. I kept on the A/B honor roll all through middle and high school. I have been the HOSA historian my junior and senior year. My junior and senior year I was one of two head student athletic trainer for football, soccer, wrestling, and basketball. I love being involved in the community and helping out whenever I can. After high school, I plan to attend Catawba College and major in athletic training. To help with this, I went to athletic training camp two years at Greensboro

Probably the main reason i wrote this is because this was the first essay i ever made.

The writing of my college essay was quite a process. Normally for me writing comes rather easy, I do not struggle putting my ideas on paper. At first I thought that this essay would be simple to do and not be very stressful. It turned out to be quite the opposite in fact, just brainstorming was a struggle for me. It was difficult for me to think about my life and how it is special. To me, the events that have shaped me do not seem that relevant, at 18 I had never really payed much attention to how certain things affected me, I just lived my life. eventually , with the help of Mary, I came to the realization that having my summer taken away from me due to a broken foot had really changed my life philosophy, it truly changed who I was and my outlook on life.

Over the course of this semester, the three essays that I wrote were the exploratory essay, “A Cute Condition” (12 pages), the personal narrative, “Lost and Found” (11 pages), and the profile essay, “Not for the Faint of Heart” (12 pages). After rereading my twelve-page exploratory essay, “A Cute Condition,” I was surprised by how I differently I felt about the essay at this point in the semester compared to when I first turned it in. This was an essay about cuteness and the baby schema effect. It was inspired by Joshua Slice’s animations about Lucas the Spider. Before I read this essay again, I wanted to say that this first essay was the one that I was most proud of because of the effort that I put into finding the sources and linking them

This essay is about my biggest challenge that I faced in my life. It all started when I was a little boy about seven years old. One day I woke up in pain so my mom was worried and she took me to the hospital. After I was there for hours doing different types of test, then the doctor came to my room and what he said changed my life. I just remembered looking at my mom and she looked back at me and started to cry I had no idea what was going on I began to get worried. The doctor said that I have a blood clot in my right shoulder and I need to get on medication right away. By dealing with this struggle it made me a stronger person because I didn’t give up even though I was feeling down about myself.

My essay is about the time I tried football. My mom's friend wanted me to do football because her son was. I declined her offer many times, but I finally said yes. My mom said I could try it once and see if I liked and if I did not I could quit. She ended up lying to me! I got over it tho.

My experience reading the autobiographical narratives could not be any more different. First of all, while reading “No Cats in America” I felt that a plethora of people, including me, would find the plot and overall narrative very relatable and interesting. The whole story shows the cold and candid reality every immigrant faces once they reach a new destination. The author gave us a truly deep insight of how he really felt during those difficult times at school and how he was not adjusting very well to the environment around him. He was suffering so much that he went as far as rejecting his own ethnicity and culture. Even if the reader cannot relate to the story, the writer was able to grasp the attention and take us throughout the whole

The biggest choice I believe I have ever made actually happened today. The challenge I was faced whether or not I should hope for the better or go forth and take action. Generally I am the type of person who enjoys taking action right away. I’m not one who will sit back and watch something bad happen if I can prevent it. Although, my dear cat Pooters has been out of sorts lately. She wouldn’t drink, nor would she eat and I had no way of making her do so. I simply thought she was going to do. I practically begged my father to take her to the vet, he did not want to spend hundreds of dollars on a cat that appears to be dying. Therefore I was the one who had to take this dear cats’ life into my own hands. What do I do? By far the hardest question

The first essay I read was Special Delivery. This essay was particularly funny to me because I could see my husband saying everything this new father was writing. When my husband and I had our first son I could see the panic in his eyes. Then my husband, like Brian, was scared to be in the delivery room. He also toughed it out and surprisingly became very supportive and excited. When we talk about the delivery, he describes it the same as Brian, they felt it was gross. When I was in recovery my husband stayed with our son and he also described a feeling that his whole world changed because of the little, wrinkly boy he was holding in his arms.

This essay about me is how I learned to do flips on a trampoline, and how doing these flips gave me excitement in my life. Doing these flips also gave me confidence in my life. I used to be super shy and no none but now I can talk easily without being scared. Doing flips gave me a reason to wake up. It all started when I had gone to my friends house one day and how I learned a flip at get air.

All throughout my years of schooling, I’ve had just about, one paper that was about one page long, due every year. My papers never had to be more than one page in length. Therefore, I did not have to do much writing or do many essays. Surely not enough to remember any of the assignments. Writing has never been something I enjoyed doing, so I never bothered to many any memories of my writing experiences. I did not think it was necessary to remember any of them since I only had to do them to get a grade. The only writing experience I remember was the first assignment I had in this English 100 class about a writing experience. All week long, I sat there thinking about what to write about, but nothing came to mind as a topic. Then, one thing came to mind, but it was so very vague, I could not write the length that was needed for the assignment. I could only think of a few sentences to write for it. After sitting for a few moments longer, I thought, how about I write about how difficult it was for me to write this essay before it was due.

Throughout this paper I will be writing about my life, starting from my very first memory and ending with my life as it is now. Since I was brought into this world I had an older sister who is two and a half years older than I am. My parents said right away that my sister was so excited to have me in her life that she did not care that she was no longer the center of my parent’s attention. She acted as if I was her baby. When I was just starting out, as a toddler was the time that I started to develop my first memories, which are not all good. Lets start from the beginning, my first memory that I have of myself would be from when I was almost two years old. In this memory I was attending my papas funeral. I remember that there was the colour red everywhere, all over the walls and even on the seats. It was his favourite colour according to what my parents tell me. From this memory I also remember my parents walking me up to him during his wake and allowing my older sister and I to put a photo of us into his shirt pocket so we would always be with him. After this memory, my next one occurs when I am around the age of two as well. I remember being in my families first home sitting in our kitchen with my mom, on her lap wrapped in my little mermaid blanket, drinking a little bit of tea with her while we watched my older sister catch the bus to go to school. This is still one of my favourite memories because I truly fell that this helped shaped the person I am today. I also