Personal Narrative: The Lottery

My alarm went off at 6:30 I clicked snooze and got off the couch and went upstairs to the bed and laid back down. Then I plugged my phone up into my charger and set my alarm for 7:25 and went back to sleep. When it went off again to wake me up and I got up and went straight to my mom to remind her that I'm going out of town for the weekend and she asked me about everything again to make sure everything was okay and reminded me about my orthodontist appointment. So, I ran my shower picked out my outfit for the day and then jumped in the shower, then when I got out my momma was asking me where her phone was. I said it was on the bed, she said no it was not and then I called her phone and walked out to the ironing board. That's when she found it and I asked for my card once again and she gave it to me and said don’t spend all your money now.

Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” displays irony in multiple aspects. The first dose of irony is in the title itself, which showcases situational irony. The next instance is in the setting, which is also situational irony. The final prominent piece of irony is in the characters, who primarily focus on verbal irony. All three of these senses of irony come together to create a story of suspense and bewilderment.

On Saturday I woke up around 7:00 I lay in bed and read for a little bit and then I got up and started my chores. (My dad went to work while I was doing my chores) When I had two to go we had breakfast (biscuits) and watched a doctor who. Then I finished my chores and packed to go to my grandma’s house for a sleepover. After I had finished packing I started coloring with my mom and my brother. Then my grandma came and we put away our colors and then we packed the car and headed to the grocery store to drop my mom off so she could get groceries. We had to go with her so we did and I pushed the cart while my grandma went and did something. Then my grandma came and we dropped my mom off back at our house and went with our grandma for a sleepover. First we had lunch there then my brother and I had to pick up the sticks if we wanted a popsicle. When we finished we got the popsicle and played until bedtime which was at 9:30. I stayed awake reading until I finally fell asleep. It was a big day.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

The cheer of the crowd and the laughter of the kids in the air were the only things reminding me that it was just a game. Eight and a half innings, seven pitching changes by both teams, twenty-seven runs scored in all, and we were still losing. The sweat came dripping off my nose and forehead like melting ice. My eyes stung, and I could barely keep them open due to the bright rays of the sun beating down on the dirt and grass, the baseball diamond seemingly larger than it had been eight and a half innings ago. My coach’s whisper rang through my ears. “Only if you think you can,” he said so softly that I had to almost lean in to hear what he said. I was on third base, with the winner of the game was being decided by one out. We had made

The game of poker is a thrilling game usually played in a casino. But is it considered a game of chance or skill? There are many opinions, and even court rulings in this debate. In many states you can not play online poker because it is illegal to gamble in these states. In many people's minds it seems like a game of luck, so they consider it gambling. However there is a flip side to this debate who claim it is completely a game of skill and no luck involved. And there are many arguments to prove that poker is skill and not chance.

Just like any other game day, I drive to school and make sure I have all my uniforms and gloves, and load up on to the bus with my 20 best friends and hit the road. The day was perfect, in a way that was cloudy and a little breeze coming in, the game was in Georgetown and we had cancelled school, which means the entire town was coming to watch us play the most important game of our lives. So of course I was a mess of emotions, but that thirty minute bus ride was the best one yet, we were all getting in our own little game time zones but at the same time enjoying the moment and realizing we had made it to State. We hadn’t realized that we were making Salado history for soccer, we were just playing the sport we loved with the people who loved

For 11 years, my father was my soccer coach and before every soccer game he would make the team say the first rule of soccer: “The first rule of soccer is to … always have fun!”

My stomach churned like a whirlpool as I stepped onto the field. Today we were going to play our first game in the flag football tournament that Mr. Bentley, the elementary school PE teacher organized. LSU, our team, versus UCLA, our opponents. Mr. Bentley even had us choose college football team names to make it more fun. I quickly strapped the flags along my waist, following my teammates example.

To me the American dream is to travel the world and visit different beautiful places driving a Harley which is an American made motorcycle. My dad said that to me once and I couldn’t agree more.

It was 8:25 on a Saturday morning I was just waking up to the drone sound of my alarm. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine of brushing my teeath ,takeing a shower and picking out my outfit.i went downstairs and imeadely smelled the sweet aroma of pancakes .i quwickly ate my brectfust and went outside to play with the lizards by the pool like I always do.

I grab a white glass bowl from the cabinet and set it on the counter. I grab a box of fruity pebbles and pour some in a bowl. I grab the milk and pour some milk in the bowl. I sit at the table all by myself and eat my cereal in silence. I should make sure my mom and dad are already awake. I walk down the hall and into my parents room. I walk in and notice the bathroom light glowing from under the door. I look to the bed and notice my mom still sleeping. I walk to the bed and tap her arm. "What" "It's 7:30" I reply. "Okay, I'm getting up

I'm a girl who was born and raised in Vietnam, a country in Southeast Asia (unless you don't know). I moved to America and started my whole new journey. I would say this is a milestone in my life, when my perspective about this world, the people, and myself has been changing. Just like the name "Random Me", my blogs will be all about the random thoughts, feelings, moments, or stories that have happened everyday in my life. And I'm happy to share with you all.

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

There is a lot that goes into a fiction story, especially for the writer of the story. Most readers don’t look closely enough at a story to realize how much truly goes into it. Two of the aspects that go into writing a fiction story include, Characterization and Setting, both of which play a major role in the Stories; Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne and The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. Jackson and Hawthorne use setting and characterization to convey and reinforce the idea that things are not always the way they seem and everything is not always right in the world.