Personal Narrative : Personal Essay

Final Refection Of the three essays I wrote this term my favorite was my personal narrative. I had never put much thought into my relationship with literacy. It was a topic I thoroughly enjoyed and I think it shows. That essay was the strongest paper I wrote. I think the strength came from writing about something I know so well, myself. The other essays I had trouble connecting with the topics and it made it difficult to come up with expanded thoughts and ideas write about. I think the biggest

I felt really connected to your experience after reading your personal narrative essay. I could relate to your essay because I suffered a lost in my family too. When I was really young, my grandma passed away suddenly and my time with her was cut short significantly. So, reading your personal narrative essay made me reminisce back to the day I found out she died. Similarly, just like you I went through a wave of emotions consisting of shock, grief, and acceptance. I'm sorry for your loss and I can't

Throughout my life the outdoors has always been prominent. I grew up in the White Mountains of New Hampshire where my family would spend weekends hiking through the The Great Gulf. My earliest memories are of being held snug within a backpack carrier exploring the trails. Trying to see as much around me as I could past my mothers head. That sense of exploration and adventure only grew larger within me as I became older. Weekends would continue to be spent up in the mountains or out by the coast of

STOP! DROP! ROLL! 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

It is often very difficult to get along with my brother, especially after a long day of school. We rarely agree and always seem to fight about everything. He always thinks he is the absolute best and this causes a major problem between us because we are so close in age. Every day seems to be a competition on who can outdo the other. One day we went over the limit and it all started with me apparently hitting him with my car, but I knew that I did not hit him. I often just tell people only my side

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. Believing that my knee was strong

“Do not withhold good from those who deserve it when it’s in your power to help them”, (Bible Proverbs 3:27 NIV). Even in the midst of your heartache, it is important to help others. To love is to be selfless in the presence of someone else’s troubles. I remember it was a Tuesday night in October of 2015 and everything seemed normal. There was not a soul in sight and neither one to be heard. The house felt empty after everyone had gone to sleep while I stayed up late working on homework. It was

Growing up, every time I stood in front of a crowd, my heart would start pounding, louder than a gong in a yoga class, and my leg would not stop shaking to the point where it would appear as it was having a seizure. “There’s nothing to be scared about”, my parents would assure me as I continued to search for my ice pick in case I froze up on stage. Despite endless deep breaths and attempting to imagine the crowd in their underwear, my mind and body could not fight the terror of potential public humiliation

When I was younger, my mom used to play old comedy tapes in the car when we would drive anywhere. Bill Engvall, Jeff Foxworthy, and Bill Cosby would fill the stereos with stories about their friends and family that would always have me crying in laughter. I usually didn’t understand most of the jokes, but their joyous voices would always make me smile, even when I didn’t want to. I first heard the word “comedian” during a visit with my father and my now ex-stepmother. I was playing with

The brain is 3.3 pounds, has 86 billion nerve cells, and makes up 2% of 100% of people. Though this organ belongs to all people, it is still unique to everyone. The decision made, emotions felt, and life that was lived can be held in the palms of a person's hand. Groggy headed and still slightly tired, my body was jerked awake by a breeze coming through the window. Only a quick cup of coffee and bagel later and a mountain was staring me down. As I ascended the roads towards the base lodge, the