Personal Narrative: My Homework Assignment

A blank page. All writing begins with a white sheet of unnamed possibilities. And yet with skills, knowledge, and ideas, a blank page can morph into something magical. Shakespeare did not simply stumble upon Romeo and Juliet. Instead, he had to use his heart, mind, and pen to produce his masterpieces. Throughout freshman English class, we have been developing the skills to fill that daunting blank page with meaningful words. Moreover, students have been exposed to esteemed authors and asked to synthesize their thoughts in individual writing assignments. Consequently, I have learned a variety of important and life-changing skills that have sculpted my English knowledge throughout my time as an English 9/10 student.

“Is this your best work?” he started. “The topics don’t flow; you need to utilize transitions, for starters. Is this a teen directed novel? If so, increase the vocabulary level. This is something I would have read in third grade!” and on the criticism went. In the back of her mind, Violet thought that it must be constructive criticism, but the overwhelming thought was failure. With every sentence, every comment on the document, every highlighted phrase, Violet sunk a little lower in her chair. When he was finished, Violet mumbled a thank you and sped out the

I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS TO COME OUT!!! For those who don't know this is one of my anticipated of the year (you can check out my list if you haven't already, I posted it in September). But since this is the last book of the series I don't feel the need to write a very long non-spoiler review. I won't write the reasons why I love this series so much in my Top Ten list if you would like to check that. The series starts out in this futuristic world where a young girl named Cinder catches the eye of Prince Kai, the future empire of the Common Wealth. The only problem is that she's a cyborg, part-human part-robot. For this book, I would give it about a 4/5 stars. I was definitely a great read but it wasn't my favorite book in the series, I honestly felt that Cress was the best book, then

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

She hadn’t imagined the charachters so vividly. She hadn’t realized just what she had written or how much she had overestimated the challenge of finishing it. All she had to do was exctly what she had already done - in just a few weeks - again. She had thought she was too young or too inexperienced to write somthing amazing or intricate or meaningful, but as she read over her novel she realized that she already had.

When I was first hired I was told I would have 30 days from the start day to sign up for benefits. The date by which I had to sign up by was 03/20/16 a Sunday; I tried to get on, on the 03/18/16, but it would not let me. I called the helpline to get my password reset to gain access to the online portal; whenever I received access it said there were no available sessions for enrollment. My manager informed me to come in on Saturday 03/19/16 and he would help me further, he was not able to locate it either. He then informed me to make a benefits appeal, because I had tried to get enrolled before the cutoff date. I have two pictures, to show the information that was displayed and the date. Thank you for your time and

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

I grew up in California where both of my parents were involved with gangs and drugs by the time they were in middle school. They grew up like this, getting involved with the wrong people, getting into fights for dumb reasons, even getting in trouble with the authorities. Of course, that was normal for them because they were surrounded by it through friends and family. They continued to live that life style even when they met each other at the ages of 18 and 23. They didn't like each other at first, but they eventually started dating. My mom ended up getting pregnant later that year and tried to take a break from all of it, but my dad didn't stop and that caused some tension and arguing between them.

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

I’d always enjoyed writing but I’d never been so vocal about it. For me, it happened quietly. My notebooks lie scattered over my bedroom floor; they had no place at the lunch table. And my writing survived on my acknowledgments alone, I couldn’t even imagine letting some else read it. This was due in part to my own self-doubt: I was embarrassed of my poems that never rhymed and my short action stories that never seemed to have any plot. But I

I have improved my tone, diction, and I’ve finally found a voice that I can now fully utilize in my day-to-day writing, be it typed or physically written. While I may have had many a setback thrown my way, they won’t stop my seemingly fruitless climb to the top of this hole I’ve dug. My goals are to bury the tragedy that is my mental state, and I will continue my efforts in ensuring that my recollections of life no longer interfere with my personal works (unless my personal opinion is deemed necessary). In summary, I believe I have improved vastly, and this exponential growth is indebted to both my renewed mental stimulation, as well as the great lengths my teacher has gone to in order to teach us our identities as authors. My goals are to bury the hatchet I’ve held since the day I put pen to paper, and I strive to become a writer whose works may be summed up in a more conclusive manner, rather than being drawn out. This year has been the cause of emotional turmoil that I’d never wish upon anyone, but only time can tell when I’ll decide to extract my

It has been a while since we last spoke in Boston. I hope all is well in America. I have just about had enough of China and am excited on coming home in a few weeks.

The photo album was an old one, and she turned the pages slowly, brooding over each one, trying to understand the girl she had been. Here she was, half turned away from the camera holding on to the brim of her hat, as if she thought the wind might snatch away. And here, walking hand in hand in with Alex in Brighton. Then, Alex and her in a restaurant, with a couple she didn’t recognise, and a series of snaps taken in Paris, during a weekend at the start of their relationship. In all the photographs, Alex was dominant, as if he had gathered all the light; she was a dim presence beside him. He looked straight at the camera, while she looked to the side, as if something in her peripheral vision had caught her attention. Her younger self embarrassed her. There was no record of later on in her relationship with Alex. If there had been, they would have shown the subtle shift in her character; living with Alex, hanging out with him and

The interesting part about this fellowship is that it allows new opportunities to learn. Because of the process of learning, exploration of discernment is employed that allows for each group to wrestle with what God may be calling us toward. The chance to enter into dialogue with other congregations strengthens the overall mission because it permits others to provide an objective and fresh perspective that might have otherwise been overlooked. I believe that an experience like this would give me more opportunities to meet other Lutheran congregations as well as them the opportunity to meet me. This is by no means a statement of arrogance, but I believe that I represent a people group that has been foreign to the SC Synod and it allows me