Personal Narrative: My Essay

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.

Hello Mr. Garcia this is Sasha Arcaya id number 0039478 i was in the dance magnet and was going to be a 10th grader First i would like to ask to please hear me out. Around august 21 i switched schools to Southwest Miami senior high school and i deeply deeply deeply regret it. i dont belong in a school like that i am a very classy lady I DON'T act like most girls their, leaving MAS was the worst decision i have ever made in my life! I made my mother cry she hated southwest she thought that i was going to become a bad person. I had all of my friends at MAS when i started southwest the first day i got bulled really badly in mas i was at home. i honestly don't know why i left, i left for the JROTC program in southwest but is that really worth it?

Growing up, I had a lot of amazing people to look up to, including my father. He was my hero and was always encouraging me to push myself and try new things. My father was in the military for many years and was a drill sergeant, so he was very good at persuading people to do things, my six year old self included. He taught me many lessons in life and has helped me grow as a person.

On Thursday December 8th 2016, my friends and I were in Leah Zara Myers room who invited Andrew to join us. At approximately 23:30, my friends left the room for a short time leaving me and Andrew by ourselves. He made an inappropriate comment to me saying, “You don't realize how attractive you are to men, I just look at you and find you very attractive. I realize I'm making you uncomfortable, but I thought I'd tell you.” I thought this comment was bizarre, but just decided not to reply. At about 00:30, I went to bed and met my two friends in my room. As I left Leah's room, Andrew touched my elbow and asked me if I wanted him to walk me to my room. I said no and left the room. When I arrived back in my room, I told my one friend the strange

In high school how I approached essays is different from how I write essays now that I’m in college. I was a lot more carefree about essays when I was in high school, and I never gave them much thought. I give a lot more thought about essays that I write now that I am in college. Since I changed how I write essays, I am able to write better-developed essays, in my opinion. How I write essays changed, from when I was in high school from now that I’m in college, in more ways than one.

When asked to write a personal essay I pondered the many things that I could write about and nothing seemed quite right but one of the events that I truly believe changed my life. That is why I chose to write about basic and what I have learned from being in the army. Everyone has their own stories so no one will have a story that is similar to mine because everyone's life is different. That’s what makes mine stand out, I can guarantee that my reader will be able to experience something that they themselves have not even if they have been to basic themselves. My hook in the beginning is actually how I wanted my whole essay to be, but the more that I wrote the more my essay changed to a more inner thought sort of essay. This change hurt me later on though when I changed from past tense to present tense and back again without catching it. This was an easy fix however and some of my other minor errors were brought to my attention by Alex in my writing group when we switched documents with each other.

You can fold anything into me and it’ll blend. I can write research papers and do group projects, not that I like either of them, but I can do them, without complaining. I can go watch Angus’s band play; I can play pick up ball with Dekalb. I can go to Target on Friday night with Brandy. I can live in Oak Prairie: I can live in the city. I can live here with you, Dad, in this wreck of a house, and I can live with Mom in her mansion that feels like a hotel. I can be your only son, and I can be a big brother. I can be with Angus; I can be with Brandy.

I have built strong relationships with friends, and met many new ones, that I could only have achieved by spending hours running through the woods. There is a beautiful camaraderie that only teammates can have, I have learned that if you want to go fast, go alone, and if you want to go far, go together; this mindset has made me realize that in order to achieve things you must surround yourself with a strong team that builds each other up. Furthermore, that all parts are important, no matter how small and that cheering for everyone, regardless of speed, builds morale and encourages everyone to perform better.

Heart pounding, hands sweating, almost on the verge of tears, my nine-year-old self-had forgotten her math homework again. “Where is your homework?” Ms. McDougall croaked comparable to a decrepit toad. Consequentially, my fellow pupils judging eyes pierced through my soul. I shrugged my shoulders, slammed my desk shut and huffed my way to sit outside. McDougall treated me as synonymous to a delinquent child. She spewed, “ You’re stupid and lazy, and the pictures you draw would not earn me you an A.” As if a nine-year-old knew the meaning of bribery? Granted, I was not this child she created in her mind. I just did not have the sort of intelligence in which she upheld on her version of the ' Iron Throne.’

Here is my final story before we end the show right here tonight. And please, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, try this at home or on a freeway. Ok, here we go. So I get into my black Mercedes after I visited some restaurants the in Los Angeles area with some cute and funny girls that wore red dresses, black high tops, and their hair in buns. We were playing Super Mario 64 for the Nintendo 64 in the restaurant bar. You know, the old Nintendo 64 that was made back in the 90’s. I wanted one for Christmas in the 90’s but mom didn’t get it for me because she said I was too old for that gaming system. I may be older but I am still young at heart. Anyways, I was driving on the empty freeway I noticed that there were bright, yellow lights, lots of trash

My autobiographical essay resembled the training needed before an enduring run. Just like a runner’s endurance needs improvement after a prolonged time of not running, my writing needed some work after not having written for a long period of time.

I exhibit untainted modesty and decorum at all times. To modify that statement so it sits in casual terms, I prefer to be well aware of the required principles and stay atop them; I am not one to waver ways away from what is expected.

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.