Personal Narrative: Start Of Something New

Day One: Where to start? No one reading this diary is going to believe me. I still wish I lived in Oak City. Everything felt different when I woke up, I really thought it was going to be a normal day; you know, going to work, coming home, watching T.V.-just normal. It wasn’t until I looked outside…and… everyone was dead.

Something Out of Nothing…. I always thought that something was missing in my life, especially in my youth. However, I would never take the time to find out what it was. I guess you could say that I was distracted by outside opinions which I allowed to root inside me. As a child, my self-esteem was basically none existent and I stuttered badly. I can remember being laughed at in class when being called on to read and even seeing the teacher holding back her laughter. The thing that hurt the most was when the teacher told me that I wasn’t going to amount to much when I grow up. Not knowing at that time how to use to those words as fuel to push me to prove her wrong, instead I allowed it to hinder me and to fester in my mind. I was enrolled in remedial classes

Right now, I think I have a pretty solid web series pilot idea. The only thing I am having trouble with is actually coming up with future episodes. I am currently taking FEA 409 the episodic writing class, and I need to write a pilot, I have an idea I love, but writing something that continue on is really difficult. I find myself having the same struggles in my episodic class as well in this one. I am so used to just writing a short script and then moving on to the next thing. I know I have a relatable idea, but putting it into words is what is giving me a hard time. I thought my first draft of my pilot was okay, I think my pilot needs a lot of improvement, especially the dialogue, but I think I got a decent story to play around with. I am

One day when at the Sabre meeting, I was told there was a diving meet and volunteered to go. I came to the meet on Friday the 15 to the pool late at night when I assumed I would get busy. But I wasn’t. Though there were about 6 schools at the meet, it was only the dive teams from those schools. And since there was only one diving board at our pool, things took a while. Instead of leaving and coming back later when I was needed to take photos of our one FUMA diver, I stayed to watch the sport, as I have never spectated a dive meet before. As I continued to watch the sport over a long period of time, I realized the intensity of the sport. The way the sport works is that you will be asked to perform a certain dive

Waking up, knowing the day was going to be the same, Elizabeth or Liz for short, was ready to go to school. Doing the same routines every day of school: waking up at 8:15, take a 10 minute shower, get dressed up, brush her teeth, do her hair, eat breakfast, walk out of her apartment, drive to school, and hang out with her friends until the bell rang at 9:15. Liz started the second semester in 11th grade, but now she has been in school for 2 months.

At times, I can be very composed. Other times I can be the fool that I am. When I entered the airport from the plane ride from London, I started freaking out! I was in Africa, but still surrounded by White people and I could not understand their English! Luckily, Elders Reese and Spillane met us at the airport and calmed me down. They told me that the language that those people spoke was Afrikaans. Initially it sounded to me like English that I did not understand, but as I heard it more I became used to it. The thing that I wanted to do most was use the French I know to speak to someone about the gospel and I got the chance! I saw this Black guy who spoke French, who helped load our kombi or van with luggage. I testified

I have experienced failure many times in my life, but the one that sticks out the most to me is when I took my first ACT. Going in to the test, I knew I wanted to get a 27 or higher. That was the score a lot of colleges use as their honors score, and I thought that was a reasonable starting point. I had taken an ACT preparation course before, but that was the only studying I chose to do. Test day arrived and I was very nervous, like most people before the ACT, and I had to drive an hour to get to the test site. Four hours later, I finished my test and thought that I did pretty well and that I should have no problem reaching my goal. A couple weeks later, the test results came back and I had received a 26 on my ACT. I felt horrible. I was so

I seem to have the same connections with these writer, I also started writing at an extremely young age and most of the time it was because of societys outlook on the more curvacious woman, I wanted them to see that we also fit into the heroine role, we too look good on the arms of the hot guys in the book, that we are not just something to turn their noses up at.

Like layers of an oil painting, the more layers and revisions in a piece of writing, the more a piece glows from within. Thus, the practice of effectively revising drafts was the primary focus for my English class this semester. Though I have always incorporated drafts into my essays, it wasn't until my college English 1101 class did my papers begin to shine as a result of them. Our professor showed us that, more often than not, the strongest pieces always included revisions that were much lengthier than the actual writing, not because the first drafts were “bad”, but because writing can always be improved upon. Because she placed so much emphasis on revision, our professor gave us two weeks for multiple drafts before we turned in our final

Everyone in this world has been affected by at least one person, event, and group which makes them who they are today. Throughout the fifteen years I've been on this earth I've constantly have been undergoing constant change. To this day I'm still changing in someway and I will always be changing physically and mentally. One phase in my life I remember a whole lot was when I was around twelve or thirteen years ago not quite long ago actually. During that time I had serious anger issues and I was very unstable every little thing would bug me and I would freak out violently. My mom seeked for help and this is where I met my therapist who help me change my life for the better without her I would probably be one of the rudest people that someone

Waking up at five in the morning is not enjoyable for most fourteen-year-olds, but for seven months, I gladly rose to the squabble of chickens who wanted their morning meal. I grew up as the youngest, with two older sisters whom I idolized. Because of my siblings, I was automatically deemed childish and had little responsibility given to me. Arriving as a surprise christmas gift, thirteen two-day-old chicks left me speechless when they appeared at my house. I was thrown head first into guardianship and had real responsibility for the first time in my life as I became the sole caretaker of thirteen chicks.

Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.

I’m sure I am the “ole guy” in the group at the age of 57 years old. I can hear what you are thinking, this guy is older than my parents. I first started college in 1977. It was fairly short lived and un-eventful, my priorities were not in place and as a result I dropped out. Contrary to what you have just read, I have always been a positive, goal oriented person, college just wasn’t that goal at the time.

Any person that is new to a school or place can easily tell you that it comes with its problems. Everything you know and find comfort in is ripped away, removed, and then replaced with something new and unfamiliar. Okay yes, that was a tad on the extreme side. I myself recently relocated to Bainbridge Island after having lived my whole life in a beach town called Pacifica right under San Francisco. When I moved here I had to deal with many challenges. Some of most difficult things I had to overcome this school year were stepping outside of my comfort zone and meet new people, being placed in a spanish class a little out of my league, and switching living conditions.

The air was frosty and cold as I was holding on for dear life on my snowmobile as I went flying over a hill too fast. As I was in the air i was thinking “ohh shoot” because I was falling off it. But as it came to the ground I crashed on it. After it happened I looked up from the snow and I was kind of laughing in my head and our friends were yelling “what are you doing” and he hopped on his snowmobile and was coming by me. As he came he was like “what are you doing”? (while laughing) and respond with “I don’t know” (also while laughing). As he was looking at it I noticed I snapped the gas handle and it broke. This is just one of my memories.