Personal Narrative: My Writing In The Heritage Newspaper

Joining the newspaper discourse community was one of the greatest achievements in my high school career and that was only possible by gaining intellect about the community, securing my place on the team by proving myself, and by continuing to learn from my experiences.

At the beginning of English Composition, intimidated by the expanse of knowledge that my teacher had. I was worried about if my papers would ever be good enough because in my earlier years, writing was not a thing I was good at. However, as the semester progressed, I learned that I my writing skills were up to par with college writing. In the end, I realized that my introductions and conclusions had improved compared to high school and that I needed to work on my grammar, development of my ideas, and making sure my main points are developed and clear. Furthermore, I plan to correct my errors by using various writing strategies and resources.

“I joined UIL Journalism my junior year and that was just to do something,” Mendoza says, “I did UIL Journalism and ended up liking it. Then, I did newspaper here.”

I began to represent the student body, not just a measly boy struggling to find his own path to success. The dominoes toppled as my trail to leadership was set in stone, actions and prospects never popping into my mind had it not been for the initial wobbly awkward signing of a paper to join a certain activity. I began to discover the importance of expression over external perception, as through writing and public speaking the words from my heart were heard rather than my appearance being ridiculed. My own ability to analyze the environment around me surfaced as my talents as an author became emphasized as my fingers fluttered across a

My writing has improved greatly over the years. Now, I am able to write much longer papers, my writing is more detailed, my writing is straight, I am able to write in different styles, and my letters aren't shaped weirdly anymore. All and all, my writing has improved a good amount. I still do not enjoy writing that much. I am really enjoying math and science right now. The writing that I do like, is writing about a subject that I choose with no guidelines. My past writing pieces that I have done, have been the personal narrative (in 6th grade), and the researched based writing project (also in 6th grade). Both of those projects I did not enjoy that much, because we worked on those two projects for a long time. Even thought I do not enjoy writing

My grandmother Lynne Murphy is who I chose to interview for my heritage project. This summer at a family birthday party I was speaking short phrases in Spanish while joking around with my dad. My grandmother, sitting beside us, joined in the conversation and starting speaking fluent Spanish. I had no idea she could speak Spanish, so I asked her, “How can you speak Spanish?” Before answering my question she laughed. She went on to tell me that she lived in South America for many years as a teenager. I didn’t have the chance to learn anymore about her childhood until this project was assigned. When I learned we were to focus on a family member’s experience growing up, I immediately thought about my grandmother and the interesting life she seemed

Al, Alde, de, shon, deshon, and Al’Deshon my name takes on many forms. Kind of like my writing in a sense. I have never been a strong writing also being the reason, I took this class first semester I think. If I get it out of the way maybe I’ll have an easier chance of reaching the finish line happening to be graduation.

I have never looked up information about the day I was born, but The Day newspaper and my family supplied plenty of interesting information. I was born on December 24, 1997, in Phoenix, Arizona. I moved to Kentucky in 2000; therefore, I was too young to remember living there. Some people think that being a Christmas Eve baby is cool. Except they don’t understand what it’s like when your family members combine your birthday and Christmas presents together.

As I am riding in my husbands 2008 chevy cobalt I realize, this is exactly how I envisioned the perfect day. A soft gentle breeze wafting the sweet scent of jasmine over me, the sun radiating against my skin. The sky is clear as cleaned crystal and bubblegum blue. I settle back on the warm leather seat of the car and embrace the feeling. I am totally immersed.

Brian recalled one of his first feature writing assignments at the newspaper was following a cadet at the Wentworth Academy in Lexington, Missouri. He said although the assignment was off to a rocky start as he locked his keys in his car, this was an overall memorable and positive experience for him as he really learned how to put together a feature story with the help from his instructor. Not only did he grasp different ways to construct a lede within journalism, Brian discovered his love for story telling, which led him to his love for small-town journalism.

For most of my life growing up, I was extremely culturally unaware of even my own heritage. In recent years however, my life experiences have instructed me to gain a fonder appreciation of my own family’s culture and others around it. Specifically, the acknowledgement of my own cultural background and time spent as an emergency medical technician in the Rio Grande Valley (RGV) have given me unique viewpoints to appreciate human culture on a grander scale.

My reading and writing history began recently.Since i raised in different country, i studied simple English grammar in intermediate and high school not like what students in U.S do. Our teachers didn’t consider it as significant as our native language because all people in the country speak the same native language. Anyway, my english history began after I had moved to U.S for three years ago. I started with non credit ESL classes thereafter I took Reading 71 , Reading 81 , and English 91 at Highline community college. At South Seattle Community College, I took English 96 last winter, and now I’m taking English 99/101. In all of those classes, I enjoyed writing essays and doing peer editing.I was always eager to learn new writing

I am Colton Jones and I am the interviewer. The person I am interviewing for my oral history project is my grandmother on my mother’s side of the family. Her name is Deborah Newman. She is not the individual who was an immigrant, but it was her grandfather who was. I chose her because I knew of no one else in my immediate network that I could interview. I went to her house in Galloway, New Jersey to interview her on February 12th 2017. I went around the middle of the day, roughly noon, and the interview took about a half hour. A lot of the questions went smoothly, although there was a significant amount of information she couldn’t provide because all the information she knew was stories passed on from her parents. Her grandfather, my great-great grandfather, immigrated from Scotland around the time of World War I. So, the year was a little before 1914 because he was enlisted in the military for a few years. My main goal of the interview is to discover more about my own past and where I came from. I find this information very interesting knowing where my family originates from, and the personal stories of my ancestors. My grandmother loves to talk about older stories like this because they are so pleasant for her, that is one of the main reasons I chose to

My cultural identity and heritage is something I cherish and admire dearly. I find the history and traditions sacred and I work to the best of my ability to preserve it. Unfortunately though, the Chickasaw culture and tradition are slowly disintergrating. Along with many other who are desperately fighting to defend centuries of traditions, I pledged to learn how to fluently speak my Native Chickasaw language.

“Whoa…” muttered my friend, as she looked at the bright neon-pink soup before her. Šaltibarščiai, a traditional Lithuanian beet soup and one of the country's most recognizable dishes, is unique, to say the least. My friend continued to stare at the soup in awe, contemplating whether or not to discover its innermost flavors. I nervously watched her, believing that her pending approval was representative of a cultural acceptance for myself. Being pre-adolescent, I wanted nothing more than to fit in with my peers. Little did I know, my Lithuanian and American cultures would not only coexist, but would commingle by combining qualities from each line of heritage.