Personal Narrative Research Paper

“I don’t like it when George asks you to meet with him alone at dark!” cried Mary. My friend George told me there was something big that he thought I would be interested in. My wife Mary doesn’t like George that much because he always seems to get me in trouble.

downtown Manhattan.” (The Harvard Crimson) Liz went to high school, and blossomed. She was a “straight A” student and at the top of her class. However, things weren’t so perfect at

My summer is all about hanging out with friends and going swimming. Last summer, I hung out with a lot of friends, I went on the river, went camping, went to the pool, and just chilled in the hot sun. I like getting tan over the summer so I can come back to school being really tan. I got some good tans this summer because I did a lot of traveling. Like all the way across the country. I can admit the long drive was totally worth it.

My first paper was a descriptive paper where I had to describe a person close to me I chose my mother. The way I described my mother from the way she looked to the way other people look at her, works for my whole paper and you can’t see it all through the paper. My paper does fall short because my font size and grammar made my essay bad. I didn’t fully spell out words and used a lot of slang words instead of proper grammar. When me and my mother were at the beach and we watched the sunset, I made the reader really feel like they were there watching the sunset. “The sunset change into 3 different colors, tangy orange, fiery red and mellow yellow.” If I didn’t write the paper and I had to read the paper I would’ve imagined I was there at the

He sat on the back porch, reminiscing, he smiled, remembering Mary Jenkins was a terrific lady even in her late nineties with snow-white hair, she dressed as if she was a model and looked innocent as an angel. She loved and cared for animals and always had a cat lying on her lap while sitting on the front porch waving to everyone who passed by her house. When Mrs. Jenkins saw him, she smiled, “nice seeing you." He thought she did it because she was old and alone. Later, he discovered another reason for her kindness.

“Before I end this I want to say there was one person in my life who never expected a thing from me in return for their friendship. I just can’t forget my neighbor, Sally. That girl was always there when I needed her, but never meddlesome or tried to kiss up to me in any way, although she knew about my wealth. She’ll receive two million dollars to do with as she pleases and ask her personally to assist the shelter and hospital in any way possible,” Mary said.

At the beginning of the year I knew that we would need to create an 8th grade project. I already knew what I wanted to accomplish and thought that it was going to be super effortless. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. I realized that we must include the community with our project. Since I choose photography I couldn’t come up with one concept to create. So, I asked my Uncle if he would be my mentor because his company employs the marginalized to work and produce products for cameras. They are employed there for about a year or until they feel confident to look for other jobs they are interested in. When we first met I did not fully realize what I wanted to achieve, so he gave me some ideas on how I could go see his company. I could then see what

I ignored her again my head leanign forward and digging into my knees again. “I’ll share with you” she said nudging me, I ignored her again. I felt her head slide down the wall and lean against me. She was so innocent and I couldn’t even protect her. It rang through my mind of why I was so weka, so helpless.

We where working on a fifth grade “group” project. In a crowd of about four other peers, we worked well together, until we were almost done. I didn’t really select the group, they just chose me in theirs. One day they were in the hall to finish other school work while it was time to work on the project. I decided there wasn’t much left to be done on it. The paragraphs and pictures were neatly printed out and pasted on the poster board, the lettering was drawn on it, and all there was left to do was to color it. So I did. When they came back, they crowded around the project and yelled at me. They took the poster and tore the pictures and paragraphs off. I couldn’t do anything but watch. They were so willing to have me in there group, but not

I turned to face the girl and got a good look at her for the first time. She was extremely pretty, probably even more than I was and I was credited for being extremely pretty. Her hair was midnight black and straight. Like the uncooked noodles in the boxes that I buy from the supermarket. Her face was smooth, there were no irregularities in it, no sign of any acne, and her eyes were bright and full of life.

New York City is a giant beautiful place with lots of tall skyscrapers and many interesting people and activities. NYC is one of the busiest compact places in the world and has been nicknamed the city that never sleeps. It has a rich history of people from all different cultures and backgrounds. My family decided to go on a vacation to see the amazing city. We decided that we were going to go and go and see landmarks, eat new foods, and watch a play on Broadway. This memoir is about my trip to the big apple.

“Sure! Just let me get my stuff, and we’ll head over to the cafeteria.”, Lucy replied enthusiastically. Lunch was her least and favorite period at the same time. It was mostly her favored period because she saw Julia, Jackie, and him, but then there were the whispers they usually didn’t get to her, but when they did he would be there to help Lucy ignore the talking that was about her. That he was George, he was the only person other than Jackie and Julia that was nice and friends with her. Lucy wanted to confess to him that she had liked him for a while now, but her friends were in the way. They had also adored George, and she understood if he liked one of them back they were gorgeous compared to her. I mean Jackie and her straight black hair almost like obsidian, Julia had flame-like hair to match her crystal blue eyes, and Lucy was another average girl with blond hair and brown eyes. She had to

Mary had begun Piano lessons in order to help her talent of singing to come out well. She had made new friends and was excited at the new possibilities that lay ahead of her. One of the people that caught her fancy was Mrs. Robinson. She was in her Eighties but had so much passion for music. She put everyone through on some of the songs that were considered Classics. Mary could not believe that a woman who was this old could have this great passion for life. This led her to draw close to Mrs. Robinson. She shared very interesting tales with Mary. Their friendship blossomed into a Mother and Daughter type of relationship.

sweet elderly voice, I began to calm down. You could not be angry when talking to Miss Ava; she was a woman in her late thirties with beautiful golden brown ringlets that sat on her naturally tanned shoulders, she was one of those women -who appear fifteen years younger than their natural age ...but you could see the age in her stone brown eyes that showed she’d seen more than her fair share of the world already, whether good or bad she would never let on. I respected her, even cared for her as if she was an older cousin with whom I’d lost contact with only to reunite with after years with an even stronger bond. I looked at her and felt the tears swells in my eyes...Just another person I’d have to leave behind. “Oh goodness, darling I’ve talked to the principal. Don’t worry my dear you're in no trouble at all, we both know todays much different than you're used to and we understand you may be

The week and a half I had to mull my decision over, led into a much lighter conversation with Mary. That day I made sure to be a good 15 minutes early. Waves of ease went through my body as I walked back into our claustrophobic break room. I called her over to talk. Squeaking of her computer chair echoed through the room. She stood and walked over to me, promptly pulling out a seat for herself. “What did you want to talk about Elizabeth?” she inquired.