Personal Narrative- Taking Control of My Life Essay

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

Confidence isn’t everything, right? Wrong. Okay maybe it’s not EVERYTHING, but I believe that confidence is something everyone needs. Being able to appear strong and content with yourself to just about anyone and everything out there is key to even the slightest bit of success.

There I was, poised with the first draft of my masters thesis, ready to jack it under the rear wheels of my car so that I could vent my anger and frustration. Never had I felt this kind of undiluted rage in dealing with a piece of writing. As far as I was concerned, the first draft was complete and therefore the entire piece was finished; however, my thesis advisor didn’t quite agree with me. A less deranged friend of mine talked me out of repeatedly backing over my thesis, and convinced me that it didn’t really matter if I did leave tire marks on it because I had multiple drafts on my disk. But still, I knew that it would just feel so good to leave some tire tread on the paper.

I am Matt Valerio, a 9th grader at The Hill School in Pottstown, PA. I am 14 years old and love to play hockey, lacrosse, and golf. I would like to be a freelance writer for you because I love to write and would enjoy writing for ABC Journal. I love to write in my free time. I intend to write about sports; I play Hockey, Lacrosse, and golf. However, I do not see many articles about lacrosse, so I would like to get the people of Townville, PA excited about lacrosse. I would mostly write about nonfiction due to the sports I like to write about. My strengths as a writer would probably include most of my vocabulary and the fact that I am passionate about my topics I write about. I would include my Room for Debate essay because it shows

I walked out of the locker room and stepped onto the ice in Valley City to start the game for third place in state. Once my team and I were all on the ice we started doing our warm ups. Soon the buzzer goes off telling us we are done with the warm ups and we all skate to the bench.

I don’t feel powerless or subjugated too often but sometimes I run into situations that I have no control over. It’s hard to sit back and have someone take over a situation but, it happens and will probably happen again, you just have to understand that them taking over is not permanent and it is temporary.

Organize my food by shopping time. Using one of the shelfs for each grocery-shopping period.

Come on, open. All I needed after a long day was the sweet embrace of my bed, not an apartment elevator prolonging that process. Ever since I started working as an accountant, life has been bland and pure vanilla, I’m in desperate need of some excitement. The elevator came and I had reservations taking it because it looked like an animal on its last legs but I had little motivation to take the stairs. “What am I doing with my life”, that thought quickly passed from my mind as I heard the elevator come to a screeching halt. This is just another bad break in a life with too many.

This year I feel the level of difficulty changed throughout the entire year. Some assignments were easy for me but in some other writing projects I had a some trouble coming up with what to write. I feel I was pushed as a writer, I had to use multiple different things in my writing. All in all I am satisfied with my writing. I got some really good grades on papers that I was proud of.

In high school how I approached essays is different from how I write essays now that I’m in college. I was a lot more carefree about essays when I was in high school, and I never gave them much thought. I give a lot more thought about essays that I write now that I am in college. Since I changed how I write essays, I am able to write better-developed essays, in my opinion. How I write essays changed, from when I was in high school from now that I’m in college, in more ways than one.

I was thrown into the lion’s den at a young age. When placed in this type of situation, you really only have 3 options, futilely attempt to escape, kill the lions and live off their flesh or adapt to the lion lifestyle, none of them being an easy task. Since I was so young, I didn’t possess the power to combat the lions single-handedly like Hercules did against the Nemean Lion and escape was impossible for an undeveloped body and mind. For years I’ve grown accustomed to the lions but they are not the humans I was once familiar with. It’s been a battle to understand this alien lifestyle as well as a mystery to why I was thrown into this den in the first place. Maybe I haven’t been clear with my scenario so how about I

Deep in Unova, a forest was alive with the sounds of bug and bird Pokémon. A newly hatched Sewaddle crawled along the branch of a tall Oran berry tree, eyeing a particularly large, juicy looking Oran berry dangling tauntingly above its head. The small bug Pokémon reached up with two of its stubby legs, resting its body weight on its remaining four. Unfortunately for the Sewaddle, the berry was still out of reach. Growing frustrated, the little Pokémon raised its body higher and stood on only two of its six legs, its body straining as it tried to reach the berry.

My parents are Lori Wenthold and Randy Kerian, and I have one brother, Cody, who is 9. I have nine black, laying chickens, one dog, Butch, who is an eight year old white lab. I also have two cats, one outside and one inside, their names are Buddy and Mittens, and four fish. I have lived near Cresco for twelve years, but last Christmas I moved to a house near Protivin. I have many friends, we all get along, play sports, and hang out together.

My current quarter-life crisis initially smacked me in the face about a year ago. For the first twenty three years of my life, I was bound and determined to be a classroom teacher. After a few rewarding but taxing years on the front lines, I’d venture on to a leadership position behind a big desk with a cushy chair. Last, but not least, I’d close out my prestigious career as a college Education professor. I was determined to make this happen. I graduated with honors, moved to Florida with my best friend, and got a teaching job within my desired area. To top it off I had finally cut the financial umbilical cord attached to my father’s bank account. I was living my childhood dream.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.