Zora Neale Hurston-Personal Narrative

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

My experiences as a writer have been both very engrossing and strenuous. I have learned a great quantity on both reading and writing, though, I continue to struggle on things that I have learned by this time, making the same mistakes that I do not even realize. Sometimes things are not so easy to understand when reading information, especially if the wording of an article is difficult for example. I love the idea of learning new things everyday. These past years as a writer have been very interesting, and I have learned and grasped many concepts I have been taught along the way.

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath for the umpteenth time. Once again, while balancing on a rolling ladder I had so clumsily managed to drop a book on the thankfully plush carpet of the used book store. Unfortunately this time I drop it on a patron. But what the hell, his mop of curly hair must have cushioned the impact, it wasn't a hardcover or anything. However, this costumer was giving me an impenetrable gaze, one that I couldn't brush off with a quick awkward laugh and a hurried apology. "Oh my goodness sir, I am so so sooooo sorry about the book! I wish I could say this wasn't a common occurrence in this shop but I'm afraid it is, I'm terribly clumsy you see. Always tripping over one thing or another" I babbled on failing to register

I told mess-up, my son was trying to set up my reader for my disability for the course and I accidentally started the Ch. 1 - Investigation An Answer Form. It said no Time Limit does that mean I can go back. I am so sorry, I promise not to be a pain. I am just trying to get everything set up and got to know the website.

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

In addition to the black Armani suit, Michael wore the Italian-leather shoes and white silk shirt exceptionally. Because he had loosened his finely striped silver tie after carrying her into the office, it was the only item of his clothing out of place.

“Take it do as I ask” I insisted to Elie (pg.75). I wanted to give my only son our family’s inheritance, but he was refusing to accept it. I take one long look at Elie, observing of his face. Although I was shaking with fear I put on a brave face for my son. “Time is running out” I said with pain in my voice as I tried to convince him one last time before it’s too late (pg. 75). He finally caved in and took it. Now the most painful part came and we said our final goodbyes. As I walked away, I looked back thinking that would be the last time I ever saw my son; it took everything in me not to break down and cry. Every step I took seemed to be getting heavier and heavier as if my feet knew that the end was near. We all walked in a line with our

Joan seemed to accept this answer. “And how long have you lived here in Camelot?” she asked.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

Her stomach quivered as if it contained a thousand butterflies. The night of the ball, when Landon had taken her into his arms in the moonlit garden and asked her to sail away with him, he had given her hope that she’d spend her life with someone she desired, rather than her uncle’s choice, Pratt, an aging plantation owner or Doctor Garrison, a colorless, bland physician. Hart had offered her an opportunity to flee from her father’s and Uncle Jared’s scheme to see her “properly” wed and cared for before the start of the harvest season.

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

I personally think that in personal narrative a literacy work has more of an impact. I believe this because it can convey more details than a movie based on the literacy work. Both I believe are good ways to portray the sense of time but in different ways. In a movie you see more of how the directors see things instead of being able to imagine it

Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.