Personal Narrative-Verbalism

Personal Narrative It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

Personal Narrative I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

The bright white screen fills the room as I hold the remote up to the TV. I flick continuously through the channels, hoping something will take my fancy. I pause on a breaking news story. The voice of a woman fills the air as she explains. ‘A runaway escapee and murderer last seen heading towards the South end of Australia has disappeared. Anyone in the areas of’, I reach for the off button as the mumbles of voices drown out as the TV turns off. I put the remote down and shut my eyes. The dark patterns and swirls fill the darkness as I fill my mind with the endless possibilities from some of the deepest parts of my mind. I replay the series of my day over and over in my head. Replacing the mistakes in the day and presenting myself with what

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

My Initial Hypothesis In a restroom, in a church or anywhere else in the world you will judge a person by their appearance whether it be negative or positive, you cannot help it, it just happens whether you like it or not. For an example, when you are walking down the street and you see someone wearing ripped up clothes and bad hygiene then you automatically assume negative things such as beggar, homeless or even possibly a drug abuser. Being judged can go a different way also, you can think of someone as a rich, snobby individual because they are wearing very nice clothes and act a certain way but in all actuality, they could be a wonderful person. A more serious case of people judging other people that I have noticed is that most people

A Course I was twelve when my sister went “mad”. The hidden family suspicions confirmed as I sat watching her write across her bedroom walls in colored sharpies. She would ramble one thing or another, as if to explain the meaning of each equation or symbol. She was a mathematician, and a brilliant one at that. Her autistic tendencies rubbed off on me growing up and together we studied the people around us in bewilderment. More socially apt as I was, I became the psychologist, she the mathematician. Together we dreamed of all the great things we would do.

I am not an illegal immigrant. As the doors opened I saw the white ceramic floor, the red and grey lockers, and the alphabetically arranged hallways. I was in an American High school. At this moment a jolt of energy gushed through me and made me feel on top of the world, however as the day progressed, my head started to observe the ceramic floor more than the diverse group of people in this school. I felt like I was an “inbetweener” and I am not even bi-racial. This feeling of being an outcast made me homesick. A few months into the school year my English Two teacher gave me a book called “The Gifted Hands.” It was after reading this book, about Ben Carson, I realized I am not the only kid in high school that is feeling out of place. I learned that although our experiences might differ, we were all students trying to skip these few years and become a senior.

Prompt 6: My favorite academic subject by far is psychology. I’ve always been intrigued by why people do what they do and once I started watching the TV show criminal minds, my interest sparked in psychology. The way they profile people and really give an understanding of human actions makes my brain wander off. So that inspired me to take regular psychology last year and take AP-Psychology this year. My first year in psychology really caught my eye because the material was relatable and the work was challenging. We wrote essays, had class discussions, and worked on public speaking. Participating in all of these helpful assignments has made me realize I love a good challenge and that public speaking is easy for me. So far in AP-Psychology,

The summer of 2008 I spent most of my time with my three friends Josh, Jalen, and Carson. We would bike, wrestle, explore the woods on the fourwheeler and much more to keep ourselves occupied. However, on one chilly day our playfulness created something so bad I could not own up to it.

Everyone has a past with changing events that have shaped you to be who you are today. Good or bad these events are important to your life's story. My childhood was your average childhood till I turned the age of five. That’s when everything went downhill. It was one blow after the other: my Pa died and my parents got divorced. Slam, right in the face like a softball to the head. It hurt so bad and I didn’t know when the pain w When they say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, they’re not lying. My mom got remarried and then had yet another kid to add to the four she had between her and my stepdad. Damyn was a blessing in disguise.

With much haste, Beth began the sentence, correctly reading The, a sight word that is clearly recognizable to my student. This shows me that Beth has mastered a few sight words. As if gaining confidence with the first word, she quickly continues reading The dad bear….This is a big whoops. Beth recognized the last two letters in the word bad, however the initial letter made an unfamiliar word to my student. Thus she replaced the initial letter with a d, creating a sight word she was more familiar with, dad. I’m assuming that my student read bear correctly because of the illustration and sight word knowledge.

I sat in the rain for over an hour at my spot tonight, looking past the slate boulders and fallen trees of the forest I have grown to love so much. It's a good thinking spot. It's been my safe place to go when I cannot love myself. I use it often, if one would like to know. It's been raining all day, but I don't mind; it was fully worth the wet butt just to collect my thoughts outside.

V is for Video Games My passion for gaming started when I got my first gaming device on my birthday. When I was turned 4, I got a brand new Nintendo DS, and I was fascinated by it. I went to Cheesecake Factory expecting to get something like money or something very cheap but instead I got a DS. I was very happy because I have wanted a DS for so long and I finally got one. I was so excited to go home and play it so I wanted to leave early but we had to stay until everyone left. When I was in kindergarten, I got a WII and I played many different games like Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros, and FIFA 09. I played the WII almost everyday because I liked it so much. When I upgraded and got the PS3 when I was in 2nd grade and I played it so much. I

The key to having an sensational essay is to have a breathtaking introduction filled with many powerful and complex vocabulary, that flows through like a story. Being a writer in a advance placement class, during the beginning of the school year, I was not very confident coming into the class.