Personal Narrative-Summary And Analysis

Throughout my childhood I could never say I had the most exciting life, even now I can still say that about my daily routine. Although my family put effort into nurturing me into a well-rounded member of society since youth, I never felt any change or progress personally; it was more as if I simply adapted to whatever expectations my elders had of me. I know this feeling did not apply to me only, in fact, I was once in a classroom full of fifty-two people who accommodated to whatever came their way.

On a cold December morning snow blanketed the ground while a frozen mist masked the trees. Only the very tops could be seen. I stepped outside and inhaled the clean, crisp Texas air. Still half asleep, I walked to the truck feeling the soft powder compact beneath my boots and the snowflakes melt as they hit my skin. It was the time of year that I had been longing for.

The lake glistened before me as my mom and I pulled into Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp just outside Twin Lakes Michigan. I had been accepted into the International Youth Symphony Orchestra program where after spending a week at the camp the entire orchestra would be heading off on a six week European Tour to share our musical talents and American culture with another part of the world. I knew traveling to a different continent would give me further insight as to who I was a person, but did not imagine the people I would meet would impact me as much as they did.

“Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get” (Gump, Forest) sounds familiar huh? When I ponder on the idea of an electrifying episode in my life, I think about the unexpected things that have happened. However something out of the ordinary “tickled my fancy”. After all my years of thinking it was impossible, the improvable became reality. Now just for a second I want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy my journey of becoming Student Body President.

Writing has been something that we have always had to do in school. My writing process and techniques have changed drastically since I have entered Writing 1310. When I first set foot into the classroom, I was a good writer, but I didn’t know format too well. As I went through the class, I improved on my writing skill, process, and format. In this paper, I am going to discuss my improvements in skill and my writing process, as well as the changes I have made throughout this course.

Something that interests me is volleyball! I love volleyball and I play volleyball for my school and I play club volleyball for the NKJV club! I play with all of my friends and we have so much making cheers and nicknames!Were all getting ready for the game! We are getting dressed, doing our hair, putting our knee pads on and our gym shoes! When we're done we start stretching. We are running, and stretching our legs and arms. Then we practice serving, passing, hitting (spiking), and setting! We are all stretched and ready for the game to start! In the corner of my eye I see a blue ugly jersey with the name Blessed Sacrament on it! “Oh no!” I shout. The ref raises his voice and says,”C’mon everyone, let's start the game.” “Ok” my coaches exclaim.

“Well, dammit all to hell and Goldview, Texas, anyway,” Brandon Masters whispered under his breath. Not that there was anyone around to hear him, even if he’d shouted to the high heavens. He looked up and down the lonely stretch of highway. So close and yet so far, with nothing but his dead cell phone to keep him company. The way he saw the situation…he could suck it up and walk to town—or, he could wait around for the carrion feeders to discover his dried up, shriveled carcass at the side of the road. Ick.

Go to school, come home, take care of animals, Homework. That was my regular stupid schedule. Looking back now I remember how much I miss that but hated it. That one day I went to school and there was that man with a knife pointing at me. I shake my head getting that thought out. Then going back to think. My friend was absent from a week when that " flu " went around I never thought much about it since she was always getting sick. Every person in school talked about that flu I never listened since they were always passing rumors. I remember being at home and my dad came home and looked sick. We all noticed that and when he finally looked up he was covering his mouth. My dad built buildings before this happened. So he was always out and about.

I had two choices; run or fight? At first i decided to run plus have some fun, but then the fun ended and then i decided to fight. Now this was an experience like no other! A life challenge that i started on my own, to better my life plus it was time to start acting like & becoming a adult. I had my fun and i experienced the wild life. The wild life doesn't get you to a good future. So i could be a wild child, drop out, or like everyone else in my family but i don't wanna be! I wanna make a good name for myself, and if i'm going to do that i'm going to do it right! I know where i've been, I know where i am, I know where i'm going, and i'm going to fight my hardest to get there! I'm also going to do it my way!!! “I am one of a kind”. Ill help anyone even if its just talking them through a problem. The only thing is i'll also put my foot down and fight. I've

When we were asked to interview one of our peers I didn’t realized how much I can learn about a person in a short time. My selected partner was a beautiful, elegant young lady with flaxen blond straight hair, bright white teeth, wearing casual but at the same time stylish jersey draped top and pants which flattered her slightly tanned skin tone.

I woke up this morning like any other morning, difficulty. My mother had to rip the blankets off my body which felt like Ice on my skin when the cold air hit me. I got up out of bed and started to get ready for school. When I reached down stairs, I got an immediate bad feeling something about today didn’t feel right. I started to eat my cereal as I heard my brothers cartoons in the background. I finished my cereal and started my mile walk to my school. About Half way on my walk to school, I heard this loud noise as I looked up I saw dozens of planes above my head dropping hundreds of men with parachutes and guns. I ran into the first house I saw it was a vacant beaten down old house that was missing all it’s windows and most of it’s

Day thirty-five. You’re looking at Connor with the biggest smile, a hand on his arm, right after pressing a kiss to his cheek. He has to do a quick self check to make sure everything is working because he cannot think. Words fail to form, he is sure all his processors are failing, so he checks again,

I never knew that my fixed straight path of life will take a huge turn that day. The feelings that overwhelmed my body engraved itself in the inner depths of my mind as days walked pass by. And how much remorse and shame that continues to pile up within my soul; how painful it was to keep it hidden from the world was the past that can never be erased. If I had the power to turn back time and rewrite that whole day, will my life be the same as now? But as I continue to search for my lost one, the feeling of true love can never be conveyed within me ever again.

Screech! The blackened rubber tires of the ebony black car desperately try to stop the car from hitting the snow-white sedan, but it’s too late. The dark black car crashes into the sedan, immediately injuring the family inside. A young blonde teen is sprawled out on the snow-ridden road, eagle-spread. Crimson blood starts to ooze out from her body and her head turns slowly to see her family. Her dead parents are inside the car and shards of broken glass piercing their bodies. Drops of blood drips like a leaky faucet onto the pure white snow. An iridescent tear slowly falls from the teen’s emerald green eyes as she realizes that she has lost her entire family.

Freshmen year started off great, and my dream of being a writer was still as strong as it was when I was a child. I had an English teacher named Mr. Wilson who was extremely supportive and the entire class loved him. He was an easy going man with messy white hair and a little overweight. He would often times wear sweater vest, which were a little too small, and swear during class. Although we would give him a hard time on the way he looked, he would always remind us that it isn’t the way someone looks that makes them smart. Mr. Wilson’s easy going attitude made me feel like I could be a successful writer. He was always there to help when we needed it, and never made us feel ashamed to ask questions. Everything was running on all cylinders heading into Christmas break, and I figured the hard part was over.