Persuasive Narrative Essay

The weather is perfect for racing: not too hot, not too humid, not too windy. I dash down the twisted trails in the woods, trying not to stumble on the gnarled roots protruding from the dirt. My spikes puncture the soft earth with every stride, and my legs repeatedly pound on the ground, soreness surging through them. As sweat trickles down my face and dirt smears across my aching calves, I ascend a steep hill, trying to bring forth the strength I have accumulated throughout endless hours of practice. Now that I am nearing the final two hundred meters, I must force my body to begin sprinting. Breathing heavily, I dart for the imminent finish line, trying to beat the uninterrupted tick of the timer. Even though the crowd surrounds all around me, I can barely hear their animated cheers, because all I can focus on is crossing the line before the girl next to me. I can feel adrenaline surging through my body, and I widen my stride to cap off the remaining distance. When I glance at my Garmin watch, a new personal best time flashes across the screen. I realize that all of the gruelling work I have put in is worth the final result: happiness. (Snapshot Lead)

In 1983, Raymond Carver introduced his short story “Cathedral” to the public. The first-person narrative takes place within the narrator’s home, where his wife is waiting upon the arrival of her blind friend Robert. The narrator, however, becomes more concerned about how Robert’s visit will affect him rather than enjoy the situation. Once Robert arrives, the narrator tries to understand the blind man, but he is unaware of what tasks Robert is capable of performing due to the narrator’s inability to “see”. In time, Robert shows the narrator the difference between looking and seeing through illustrations of a cathedral, drawn by the narrator with his eyes closed. “Cathedral’s” narrator exposes readers to anti-heroic views

“As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands- one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.” – Audrey Hepburn.

We sat on wood logs in the forest watching the instructor teach us how to zip line. I was about ten years old when I went zip lining in Mexico for my dad’s birthday. We walked up the flights of stairs when monkeys crawled around us looking for food. When we made it to the top we put on our harnesses and took our last bit of advise from the workers. The man said he had worked there for 25 years and has only seen one person fall. I thought that I was going to be the second. He hooked me on the line as I told him to let me off. With one big push he threw me

Being an athletes is one of the best-paid jobs on Earth. Being that they are paid so much the cost for the consumer is very high. The prices of tickets and sports memorabilia have been steadily rising over the years. The average ticket prices for the NHL, MLB, NBA and NFL all rose 5% to 10% this year, according to Jon Greenberg, executive editor of Team Marketing Report. (Mihoces).

The cost of college tuition is continually on the rise and has placed many burdens on high school students as well as their families. Some of the burdens that are placed are a result of parents putting pressure on their children to earn scholarships. Some of the burden is a result of students putting pressure on themselves to earn scholarships. Then, there is the burden of high college debt once the student graduates. Is this pressure really helping our students or is it hurting them? The bottom line is college tuition is skyrocketing out of control and something must be done before it destroys our families and our children.

Many people in our society have been cast away and looked down upon because they are different from us. Others convey these messages including Harper Lee , in To Kill a Mockingbird , and "What , of this Goldfish , Would You Wish ? ",by Etgar Keret. We can accept others in many ways including ending discrimination , disregards people past action or choice , and being able to see stuff from others people's point of view. Humans need to always accept those who are different for the greater good of our society .

The same lady with the problem with my shorts scoffs and gives me a smug look before opening her mouth,

Source: CDC, National Center for Health Statistics, National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey. Health, United States, 2002. Flegal et. al. JAMA. 2002;288:1723-7. NIH, National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, Clinical Guidelines on the Identification, Evaluation and Treatment of Overweight and Obesity in Adults, 1998.

Society exudes pressure to be someone who you are not, especially to high schoolers. The sporty people play all the sports, the nerds are all up in their books, and worried about the future and what’s to come. Then there are the outcasts, who just want to live their life, and just don’t care. And because of this, it’s hard for them to show who they really are. This is notably true for Margo Roth Spiegelman, everyone saw Margo as someone she wasn’t. They saw her as the it girl, or the mysterious girl, or the girl with all the girl with all the friends. This, however, is not true, she’s just like any other 18-year-old senior in high school, she likes music and has (or had) a boyfriend. But in other ways she was different, she didn’t want to go to college, start a family, have just one boring job where you work in a cubicle all day. She wanted to travel the world, live on her own, and just not care. However, this was hard for her to show because of the pressure to be someone else, in other words, she was what society wanted her to be. Then there was Quentin, he had his own friends, didn’t have any real problems with people, and was just overall himself. This is why he was not popular because he was himself. This is what Margo needed and eventually learned that you have to be who you are, and not what society portrays you as.

“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.

Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.

The sun reflects off the green blades of grass and onto my light grey two story house with white window shutters. 90 degrees fahrenheit, I read on my phone. Why do I have to go outside? I think to myself.

In the near future, the world may be filled with emotionally handicapped teens and adults that can’t accept defeat because their parents wanted them to feel good as a child. While that may be a slight exaggeration, the world is still headed down a watered down version of that path with the new cultural belief that children should receive awards just for participating in an activity or a sport. The emotional stunting that has come with the lack of real loss in competitions is discouraging kids from trying to do better and will ultimately do nothing more than disarm them with the social skills that they will need for the rest of their lives.

It was ten thirty five in the morning so I decided to get ready to go meet up with the guys I made it there after they did and I stood there watching the boys standing in there underwear spitting off the edge of the cliff then one of them asked "Who's going first." I smiled and said "I'll go." I took off my shorts and loose t shirt the boys turned and stared at me in silence and I ran over saying "Bunch of babies." as I jumped off the edge of the cliff. I heard Richie "What the fuck we just got shown up by a girl." I landed in the water and resurfaced and yelled "Come on guys!" then they jumped in one by one. We swam around and splashed each other then Richie got me up on his shoulders and yelled "Chicken fight!" Stan was on Billy's shoulder and Stan and I were trying to knock each other down and of course he won the fight do to him being bigger and stronger than I was. After about an hour of swimming We all got out and dried off and put our clothes back on. We decided to go get some ice cream. But as were cycling we saw Belch Huggins car parked beside the woods. "Who's Bike is the?" I asked "That's Mikes we need to help him!" Beverly said. We all dropped out bikes and ran into the woods. And there they were Henry's foot was on mikes head trying to get mike to eat raw meat on the ground while Victor Belch and Patrick stood there watching and yelling. Henry picked up a rock and was about to hit mike with it, but Beverly picked up a rock and threw it. It his Henry right in the