Personal Narrative : My Dream Story

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

While growing up, there are innumerable decisions to be made and paths to take. As I am approaching the ending point of my high school career, I have finally found the correct one for me. I have known from a surprisingly young age that I wish to pursue a job in the medical field, and have taken a number of steps to help achieve this dream. I show tremendous passion for both my educational and career goals, and how to reach them. My future is incredibly important to me because through doing my job, I will also be achieving my biggest goal: saving lives.

“I will allow you to go to over Mackenzie’s sleepover as long as you promise to watch PG-13 or younger”, my mom yell up the base of the stairs from the kitchen.

“Like superheroes? Is that what I’m hearing right now?” Anarosa laughs humorlessly, “I’m a superhero? That’s both mildly entertaining yet also terrifying.”

Growing up my main focus was surviving it wasn’t until about the 3rd grade until I really learned how to read. When I was young I switched schools, went through foster care, and was homeless on a few occasions. After months and months of going from Grandpas to Moms to Grandmas. Getting lost in Foster care and getting taken away from my Mom finally something steady happened. 3rd grade came around and my Aunt and Uncle received custody of my younger brother and I. Finally I could build a focus towards school my two all time favorite books as a child were The Giving Tree and my Spiderman comic book. The Giving Tree became one of my favorites only because it was one of the only books I had. My God parents two granddaughters and

“Well I can do many types of sorcery. I can do more things than you think an average magician can do.” With that, I looked out my

As a whole, I think my memoir is very truthful. Even though it happened almost a decade ago, I remember it very well because it was a turning point in my life. Everything as I knew it was going to change in an instant; my parents are separated, I’d only see my dad every other week, I’d have two of everything (birthdays, Christmas, etc), and other mental and emotional changes. From beginning to end, my memory is spot-on with this scenario. I wouldn’t have any reason to change it or believe it differently. It made me who I am today. I wouldn’t say I was exaggerating either. I definitely took this better than my brothers did and I have the strongest relationship with my father between my brothers and I. I wrote in first person because I feel like writing in third person doesn’t have the

Jason stared up at Tyler's eyes; deranged, dilated, discolored. Tyler wore a smile on his face, his usual smirk twice as wide and displaying too many teeth. He held a silver and black pistol in his hand.

was driving home from physical therapy for my knee. It had been aching for the past few days. I had never felt a pain like it before, so I played it off as nothing. As soon as I hit the highway, I went underneath the Lowry Hill tunnel. I lost reception on my radio and I soon realized that it wasn’t just the tunnel that was making me lose my reception. A massive storm had loomed over my head. The sky was green and looked like it was turning sideways. Rain splattered against my windshield. Not just droplets of rain, but the ones that look like they had been shot out of a paintball gun. I immediately felt the wind blow my car to the right. I had to swerve hard to the left to avoid clipping a jeep that was next to me. Boy, were they in trouble. The jeep had it’s

As I sit in the chair at my desk, I listen to the music from library. I have many thoughts in my head, and I decide I want to draw something. As I get ideas, I pick up a utensil, and then I start to create shapes. It takes multiple tries to get it to the way I want it to look, so I keep trying. But then I compare both drawings, which one looks better? Should I choose this one?

I’ve always thought of myself as a decent writer until I got prompts like this. I usually do well on writing assignments when I’m tasked to analyze two varying texts or record the development of some fictional character, but when it came to analyzing my life I’ve always had a difficult time. It's like everything becomes cluttered in my mind and I feel that I have so much that I need to say, yet so much that I shouldn’t. I remember just last year we had a memoir project with a rubric that stated that "the goal of a memoir is to describe the subject’s personal experiences, not to make the reader feel bad for the subject". I found that project especially difficult due to me always thinking that some of the best memoirs had to invoke some powerful

Since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to go into the medical field. Through watching movies, going to the doctor’s office, and the pharmacy I had made up my mind that I wanted a job which involved helping people. This became my goal — to pursue a career that would allow me to save lives. I vacillated

Like layers of an oil painting, the more layers and revisions in a piece of writing, the more a piece glows from within. Thus, the practice of effectively revising drafts was the primary focus for my English class this semester. Though I have always incorporated drafts into my essays, it wasn't until my college English 1101 class did my papers begin to shine as a result of them. Our professor showed us that, more often than not, the strongest pieces always included revisions that were much lengthier than the actual writing, not because the first drafts were “bad”, but because writing can always be improved upon. Because she placed so much emphasis on revision, our professor gave us two weeks for multiple drafts before we turned in our final

Have you ever heard a song that has brought you back to a special moment in your life? Music, which holds such a huge part of mine, constantly reminds of the memories that I have retained over the years. There are many songs that allow me to reminisce on those important times and experiences; from my first love, to summer days at the pool and late night sleepovers with my friends. Out of my long list, I think that a few songs in particular best represent my own personal “soundtrack” to my life.

One day there was a group of friends that always get along with each other, there was no fight, no detestation between each other. They were in high school additionally the princess Victoria peregrinated to school, she didn't like being treated different from others she wanted to be the same as other people. Everything was going fine, and then Victoria met a trustworthy girl denominated Maria and they were so close friends. But Maria was just utilizing Victoria and to know all her questions and, to make fun of her later on behind her back without knowing. They all wanted to have fun so they went down to frozen dihydrogen skating rink, but Noe didn't know how to skate, so Victoria tough him and Maria wanted to verbally express something which she did she verbalized “he knows how to skate but, he just wants your avail Victoria” and she laughed to herself. She knew Victoria’s powers and she didn’t tell anyone about it so she wanted her weakness and to hurt her, so all her people visually perceive what her family been obnubilating. Everyone loved Victoria she was the amicable person you ever know and avails you with your problems, and Maria takes her and just used Victoria just for her powers because she know’s what she can do.