Shrek Personal Narrative

It all started on a cold saturday night. It was a windy day. The leaves painted the streets and sidewalks all the shades of red. Small streams ran down the sides of the roads and vanished down into rusted grates. At the time, I was only 9 and-a-half years old. I had just came home from a long day of school and I was excited to watch the Shrek Finale. I ran up to my room, plugged in the cord into the audio jack and blasted the last Shrek movie. Unfortunately for me, my dad was home. He stood outside my door and called me a “loser”. I responded by telling him that “he doesn’t know Shrek like me” and he responded by backhanding my face. For his last attack, I was sent to bed without supper.

I met my current boyfriend (and my only one thus far), Ethan Marvel, at my church in what I believe to be my fifth grade Sunday school class. From day one we were friends, talking about all sorts of things, although I can’t remember a single topic now. He was my main friend in that class, and

One day in 6th grade I met my hero and best friend. She saved me by many things that day, but this was the most caring one. We were walking around a round the gym and talking, when we walked into a boy I had problems with. We lashed out at each other saying stuff like "you stink!" , "stop being and arse!", etc. She tried to get me to stop arguing eventually I did, after him and his minions stomped away.

The hero meets a mentor to gain confidence, advice or training to face the adventure

I walked in the school and was feeling much better than the day before. I went on with my day and then I met another kid named Brandon Johnson. And so we became like best friends and got to know each other very well and we are still friends to this day! So I guess the moral of the story is, don’t be afraid to meet new people, even if you don’t think you will be able to be their friend. Never be afraid to do something even if you think it won’t go the way you expect, because who knows, maybe it just might work

Whether it was during lunch time or during class. We always had a lot to talk about. During our conversation at lunch one day, I learned so much more about her other than she likes sports. I asked Briana what her favorite foods were. She told me pizza and hot dogs. I couldn’t believe that we even liked the same type of foods. “That’s my favorite too”, I told Briana. Then I asked her what does she like on her hot dogs. She said; “only ketchup”. I told her, “I like ketchup, mustard and relish on my hotdog and my favorite pizza is pepperoni pizza”. Briana said, she couldn’t believe how much we were alike. I told her neither could I and that we were so much alike, we could pass for twins. We both just

In William Steig’s Story, Shrek is portrayed as the hero who goes on a quest for an evil lord to rescue a princess from a dragon-guarded castle in exchange for his swamp. The Hero’s Journey clock begins in the hero’s ordinary world called status quo that encounters an incentive to venture in to the new world. That change is the call to adventure which will lead the hero to seek assistance. The Hero with the help of their assistants will face the trials and challenges of the unfamiliar world before the heroic action.

After all he was a complete stranger. I was fourteen and I felt like my life had been altered without my permission. I saw him once more after this initial meeting. We went to White Castle with my other siblings. As a child I struggled with my weight. I remember not ordering a lot of food. I didn’t want him to think I was fat. I made sure to be polite and engaging. I wanted him to accept me. I wanted him to like me. I talked about school. But I made sure not to brag about my good grades. He asked me about boys and although at the time there was a boy I liked, I didn’t dare tell him that. He laughed at my vague response and said he didn’t want to have to hurt some knucklehead boy. In that moment I felt safe, protected. It felt so good.

So a couple years went by, and guess who it was my brother. When I first saw him I didn’t recognize him at first and so when I went up to him,

When I was 15, as Connie was, I met a guy, Sam. He was different from anyone I have ever known. Sam was a member of the older crowd. He was 18 and experienced some difficult things in life. I was introduced to a world

It is like the Luciferian snake telling Adam and Eve about the Tree of Life except the onion is trying to impart this knowledge out of pity and not out of malice. So in that respect it may have more in common with Prometheus and wants to leave a bit of a gift before it departs.

Persistence is a central idea in the poems “Monologue for an Onion” by Suji Kwock Kim and "Wait for Me" by Konstantin Simonov. In the former, Kim describes a person’s vain but emotional attempt to discover the deeper truth inside of something, which is represented by the peeling of an onion. An onion has layers, just as the concept of truth does. But the irony of trying to gain something from going deeper into an onion is that the onion has nothing to show or hide, as Kim writes, “Beneath each skin of mine lies another skin: I am pure onion,” meaning that despite the peeler’s persistence, there is nothing to gain from a selfish and one-sided goal. This idea of persistence is presented differently in Simonov’s poem.

I had one job in first grade, gym class soccer. All I had to do was not let the ball go into the net, and guess what happened? It went into the net. While the soccer game was going, the gym teachers had put on KidzBop and my feet just naturally moved to the beat. So of course during the entire game when the ball was never near my side of the field, the one time I twirled like a ballerina, the ball went straight into the net. From that point on, I was never picked to be the goalie ever again.I remember my mom surprised me one day after work, and enrolled me into Miss Mary Ann’s School of Dance, and it felt like Christmas morning on an ordinary Monday.

It’s not common for kids to get lost at Disney world, most kids would stay with their family and have a good time. Then there’s me. I got lost at Disney. I remember seeing the green grass that was mowed to look like Mickey Mouse. Families walking in groups so they wouldn’t get lost. “We should go to Splash Mountain!” I exclaimed.

In high school, I was what I call a "shmoozer". Talking my way in and out of things is just what I'm good at. My eighteenth birthday fell on a Thursday, which happened to be a school night. I planned to go downtown with my friends but came across an obstacle when my best friends mother said no. I knew there was only one option- I had to "shmooze" my best friends mom. I used ethos to show my emotions. I nearly cried in front of her, explaining how important turning eighteen was; after all, it is the start of adulthood. My emotions were more than visible to her. It was my sad tone of my voice and persuasion that got me exactly what I wanted.