Personal Narrative: My Summer

Have you ever wanted to go to the mountains for the summer? Have you ever told yourself, I need a vacation!? Well, I’m about to take you on a vacation. It will be so much fun and better than a real vacation you’ll forget that you are only reading this. Oh, and you might want to get a snack first because once you start reading you won’t be able to stop. This is gonna be one heck of an adventure.

“I sat down next to my brother, Dan, on the couch and got on my laptop. He started to look at my laptop and asked what I was doing with a smirk on his face. It was obvious that he knew what I was doing so I ignored him. My homework was to type a 5 paragraph essay on what we did over the summer. As I began to write, my laptop started to glitch. It kept happening over and over as I continued to type.

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.

The three things I learned this summer was that I just have to read every once In a while and I understand stuff. Reading this summer has improved a lot in my opinion. I can follow along with the professional reader when he reads and I can follow along with my pen when Mcgee reads, so that has improved since the school year. Also that our teacher can talk about things and actually make you think a little bit. Just when he does the little kindergarten impressions, he makes a really good point. He makes you think in depth which I think is a good thing.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

I first worked for Summer at Saints last year, as a volunteer unsure of what this experience would entail. Between the first drop-off and the final pick-up, I was quickly impressed, and to some extent intimidated, by its ability to transform. The timid became unafraid, the wild became calm and the rancorous became kind. The experiences of being a volunteer, and seeing these children mature, even in the smallest ways, has been the most rewarding experience at Summer at Saints.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

August 15th was so memorable for me because it was the day I gave my daughter up for adoption. It was one long and hard process for me to go through, but I knew it was for the best. I needed someone who could give my child the stability and maturity that I knew I couldn't provide at the time. It took me a few weeks, but out of the 5 couples I interviewed, I finally decided to go with a couple named Glen and Lisa to be the proud parents of my baby girl. They had been trying to concieve for the last 8 and a half years, but none of the available treatments seemed to work for them. I chose Glen and Lisa because they had this upbeat energy about them. They were always smiling and being positive, even when the worse situations occured. They were also very well respected throughout their community, and didn't hesitate to help out at shelters, donate anything and everything they could get their hands on, and even volunteer at the community center after school to help kids with their studies. They are inspirational people if

When I was first notified that I had to attend the Summer Transition Program, I was upset. I thought that it was a complete waste of my summer. Now, I don’t want to imagine what would have happen to me if I wasn’t part of the program. Deep down  I was afraid of moving all the way to Virginia. I knew no one and was all alone. Thanks to the Transition Program,  I made life long friendships and acquaintances, got acclimated to living in virginia and have some of the best experience of my life.

I am Summer Salyer I have you 7th period. You are my favorite teacher because I am not that good at math, but you explain it so well and you help people that still do not understand it. SOME teachers just give you a paper and say do it or they don’t explain it well and so I can’t do the paper. My favorite thing I have done in your class was the store coupon list we had to do on the computer. I also like your class because you are fair to people and you don't choose favorites and you are very funny in class and always have a sense of humor.I hope you have a good day.

A summer of 1974.My friend Randy and I were playing hide and seek in the woods,then I heard a strange noise it sounded like a saw chopping something.Later that night we left to the cabin so I told Randy about the noise I heard he told me ‘’Let’s go explore the noise you heard.’’Ok’’I said.When we were walking we saw a light in the distance.

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

Hey guys Artisy here how are all of you doing? I hope well. So I know this chapter is late, but I needed some time for family issues that are going, on, for me and my EOG is next week, so I've been really busy, but dont worry summer is coming soon, so more chapters yay, and hopeful I'll be able to finish one of my books during the summer because I have, so many story ideas, and ones that are in progress, but enough about that let's get onto the story, and please comment what you think about what happens in the chapter.

I am being transported in a chinook chopper as a rescue team for the survivors of operation redwing. All of the sudden I see a taliban soldier holding an RPG looks right at my helicopter and fires. The rocket zooms across the mountain and hits the helicopter. A blast of heat knocked me backward and out of the helicopter. I land into the mountain side as I see my helicopter crash into the mountain side. Soon enough I am rolling down the hill until I strike a rock. I am sitting on top of a cave and I hear coughing inside the cave. In fear of my life I thought it was the taliban, but when I come around the corner I see one of the soldiers I came to rescue. I sigh with relief and lean against the wall of the cave. But I did not have too much of a break from the action. I heard foot steps of two people on top of the cave. Me and marcus have our rifles pointed at the entrance of the cave. Four black beady eyes see us in the cave and we put 3 rounds in each of their heads.

Who am I? What makes me unique? What makes me special? As simple as these questions are, why are they so impossible to answer? Am I the star pitcher on the varsity baseball team? Or am I valedictorian at a prestigious school where competition levels are at an all time high? Or am I the high school dropout who couldn’t care less where I end up? I am none of these things. I am myself. I am me. My anthology is me.