Personal Narrative: The Pages We Read

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

My friends, family, and to some extent, even strangers, have witnessed my love for books, in the simplest terms I’m a bibliophile. Why do I love books? Well, I subscribe to the belief that books are one of the world’s simplest pleasures. With strokes of a pen, or a succession of keystrokes, imagination comes to life. That is why decided to start my book blogging website - Dani’s Book Nirvana - a blog that is aimed at advocating for the written word, and all that it affords. Books have, in my experience, given me adventure, and have allowed me to experience all walks of life: male, female, young, old, alien, animal, even fantastical beasts. In short, they have allowed me to travel to all parts of the world, solar system, galaxy, and dimensions,

So, I made a wrong turn today - literally. My brother called to cancel plans while I was driving, and I ended up somewhere in the DEEP south. (cue banjos) But I am wholly confident that God uses every of my wrong turns for his good.

When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)

Have you ever been so desperate for something that you modify your motive in its entirety? Throughout my life I’ve found myself placed in this frightening situation multiple times; the most confusing of which would be what I’ve endured this year. People in their 20s have it rough. We’re old enough to feel like we’re supposed to know what we’re doing, yet young enough to roll in the tide aimlessly and clueless and it still be acceptable. Then there’s those of us who believe we’ve got it all figured out only to be proven tremendously wrong. I have learned, however, that being tremendously wrong can lead you right where you need to be.

“There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun, it’s been the ruin of many poor boys, and God I know I’m one”

A young me sits on my older brother's bed. I had been waiting after what was most likely hours of pleading to start one of my favorite activities. I wanted to listen to a record, but not just any record. An old 45 Superman record. With curious eyes I watched my father place the ancient relic on the turntable and I begin to hear the strange music and the announcer's deep articulate voice. The dark room provided an almost cinematic experience. Whether I more interested in the story or the strange alien technology the story came from was herd to tell. Being born into the age of CDs I was not familiar with vinyl and was never permitted to touch record nor record player. This restricted pleasure made listening feel like an event and ultimately amplified

They bought me a big spiral notebook and would help me learn to write once a day. This didn’t interest me as much as reading the words. I have never liked writing as much as reading. I remember always dreading writing assignments in primary school and on into middle school. Even still I don’t care for writing very much, but I still love reading. My favorite memories from my childhood are the ones of my mother reading me chapter books. She would read me things like “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” and “Little House on the Prairie.” My favorite thing she would read to me was the Harry Potter series and it remains my favorite series of all time. My mom reading me these books as well as others when I was young got me started on my love for reading throughout my

In this essay, I will talk about my reading life when I was younger and how I am now. When I was a young kid my parents would read to me. When I was in grade school they told me that education can go farther than other stuff. Finally, when I have gotten older I have started to read less and less because I’m not very good at writing and reading.

Throughout my life, I have had drastic changes of my personality and of my image. Obviously everyone changes, but I feel my changes are a lot more unique and crucial. I definitely was not alone on this journey. My friends and family were right beside me to help guide me on the right path. Success rarely comes alone, and I am thankful that I had people on my side. Friends and family weren’t the only thing building myself. A lot of credit is due to education, teachers, and books like Hamlet, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, and Beowulf that I have read throughout my educational career.. All in all, I could not have become the man I am today without the influences and guidance I was given to help make me

“Is the real world frightening and hard?” Is the question I ask to my parents all the time. On my birthday they always tell me the story about how hard it was for them when I was born and now I am about to tell you the story. My parents had me at a very young age. They did not finish college, imagining what they went through while telling me the story was having me put in a lot of knowledge about the real world. You make one little mistake and it is over for you because, you cannot go back and fix it. Now I know why my parents push me and motivate me and lead me into the right direction. They are preparing me for the future and what I have planned after I graduate High School and College.

Throughout my life my passion for reading has embodied a rollercoaster in the sense that it has various ups, downs, spins, and turns.