Persuasion Or False-Personal Narrative

The personal persuasive essay was by hands down the best essay I have written and also the most enjoyable to write. This was the only essay that I felt that I was just talking on paper and it was the only essay that I can see myself actually saying the words that I said in my paper. The fact that it was so natural to me is the reason why I enjoy it so much, it’s not something I had to research and it all came from me, I was the only source. From this paper I learned the art of convincing, now I can sweet talk my way in person when I’m talking to someone but it’s hard to do it on paper where you can’t read off a person to see their reaction. You have to know your audience well so that you can anticipate what they need to hear without you being

In 1946, after the West retired its bared fangs to become a domicile of plenty, a proverb of its former glory appeared in California Folklore Quarterly: “When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” With the hardships of unrelenting wilderness all but absent, the proverb should have gone with it, yet this proverb remains because no one will ever surpass all challenges.

Medicine -- Daughter You downed the shot. And another. And another. The alcohol left a burning trail down your throat, and turned your breath to fire. It had started to make you feel light headed. You look around the empty apartment and run a hand through your messy hair, listening to the sounds of the traffic so many floors beneath you. Another tear rolled down your face as you refilled the glass with the whiskey that had been keeping you company. The only company you had now.

The trip from Tuscon was a long and wretched drive. It had just rained the night prior so the air was hot and sticky. The sweat clung to me like glue, and was impossible to peel off. The only thing holding my sanity together is the book I brought with me, Wuthering Heights. Otherwise I would have jumped out of the car an hour ago. My mom on the other hand appears unaffected by the humidity; currently she's tapping her hands on the steering wheel to the rhythm and humming to whatever she was listening to on the radio. Right now I can imagine my two friends Stefanie and Alex sitting in their bedrooms under the arctic blast of their air conditioner. Oh how I wish I was within the radious of a working AC. The car's AC has not been working for

Makeup artistry has been a passion of mine for years. When I was much younger, I would often apply makeup to mask my insecurities. I was convinced that without it, I was repulsive. I put so much emphasis on my appearance that I didn’t realize that I had so much to offer as an individual. Over time, I’ve learned to embrace my features and only apply makeup for myself. I no longer view my face as a mask that I hide behind, but a canvas that I paint to highlight features that I already possess. It is a form of self-expression that allows me feel to confident. Nevertheless, confidence doesn’t magically appear once you swipe a shade of lipstick across your lips. One must believe in their own self-worth and abilities as a human being eventually

I just keep going after all the action and all the things looked normal. When I want to take a right turn to school, I saw the red and blue light behind my car. Through a double check, my heart became cold. I know what happened, I got a big trouble. Then I did the second dangerous action, keep going. Actually, I just want to find a safe place to stop. But the police did not on my side, and then he began whistled. I do not know why I ignore the voice and just keep going. I will not do the stupid thing like that.

( but didnt want people to know) Then i seen people believed my lies. Then i would lie just because i could. Then i would reason to my self That that lie was the last i would swear it on the wood. Then my lying made me think. That teaching my daughter to lie is nothing like writing it in ink. That was another lie but this time i lied to myself. I became a liar the first time i lied for no reason and with out help.

she was. Once, everyone was awake and dressed at 8 o'clock we went over to the main lodge to find our friends Chris and Lynda Schatz, with their friend Tim Isbell already eating. It seems that it’s always a buffet here with the same thing as yesterday, but there was hash brown shredding's instead of squares, and I once again had cinnamon rolls, apple juice and bacon, excluding biscuits because they were just nasty. We ate our breakfast and chit chatted, but while we were doing that the weather turned nasty, and the wind was howling much more than it had yesterday.

To Degree or Not to Degree…That is the Question. When I was 22 years of age, I walked through graduation ceremonies at Saint Mary’s College in Moraga, CA. It was a proud day for my mom in addition to many of my relatives who were present because I had overcome one of the greatest hurdles in a young man’s life: A college degree. I could now get a job in the “real world” and the “real world” was now my oyster. Unfortunately, that world did not actually exist for me because I did not actually have my degree. In fact, I found out the “hard way” that not having a degree significantly inhibits your opportunities in life as well as one’s income.

Power. There is nothing like the feeling of being in control of such a massive piece of machinery. I had longed for this feeling and finally I was able to grasp what everyone around me seemingly had for so long. I was driving.

Your daggers of deception pierce my heart With a cold, sharp blade I begin to feel as if the whole world has turned on me But it’s only you with your harsh games And your eyes as unforgiving as the sea Betrayal combines with overwhelming sadness Causing a feeling that cannot be matched Every rain cloud seems

Walking, with my company, up to the EFY orientation. In two lines, boys in one and the girls in the other. While my women’s counselor, Jennifer, walked in front, and the men’s counselor, Adam (a.k.a. Spud), walked in back. In front of the line, I stood by a boy named

Rebelling and its outcome On august 24, 2003 I suffered a near death experience that changed my life. It was a bright sunny day and my older brother was playing outside with his friends. Since, I could not play with my sister because she was small I would always follow my brother. My brother always played with older friends and they would get into trouble a lot. Growing up around by guys I always played like they did. If they would jump so would I. Being a girl made some differences because they didn’t want to play with me, they would underestimate me my ability, and would avoid playing with me.

Everyone listen up! Just a few hours ago we were informed that our sister section R3’s main haven was ruthlessly attacked by State Corps division “D”, led by General LaCroix. This isn’t the first time something this devastating has happened and it certainly won't be the last... unless we take