Essay on personal narrative

I’m ideally pessimistic, therefore I’m not easily influenced. Receiving a large amount of honor, uniquely I come off as formidable. I’m only 17 moreover, I’m just now starting to find myself. I feel as if without comfort I would perform surpassingly, accordingly I’m precisely individualistic. Throughout my childhood I’ve had various coaches not only in sports, likewise for life. Being adolescents, we imagine our parent to become our role model, opposingly I’m just now finding mine.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

People say that siblings do not have an impact on each other, that they just fight all of the time. Well that is a lie. A sibling is a friend, family, and the one that is there when no one else might be. They are the ones that are there from the first breath, the first words, and the first steps. My brother, Donovan, is my rock. He is the one that I know that I can trust with anything. He is four years older than I am. He stands five feet and eleven inches tall. He is muscularly built with a military haircut. Usually he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Every now and then he will be in a golf shirt and khakis. He either will smell like his dog Rex or like his deodorant. His smile is one in a billion. When he talks, I hear a somewhat low voice with a hint of a country accent. He can be a bit of a smart-aleck. It seems like he constantly has to be moving. My brother is a guy that anyone would be lucky enough to know and have as their friend.

I am Matt Valerio, a 9th grader at The Hill School in Pottstown, PA. I am 14 years old and love to play hockey, lacrosse, and golf. I would like to be a freelance writer for you because I love to write and would enjoy writing for ABC Journal. I love to write in my free time. I intend to write about sports; I play Hockey, Lacrosse, and golf. However, I do not see many articles about lacrosse, so I would like to get the people of Townville, PA excited about lacrosse. I would mostly write about nonfiction due to the sports I like to write about. My strengths as a writer would probably include most of my vocabulary and the fact that I am passionate about my topics I write about. I would include my Room for Debate essay because it shows

This text is a transcript of a conversation between to female friends (Andrea and Barbara). The transcript is about Andrea’s rash and she confides in Barbara about the situation.

How does it feel when you get compared to everyone else? I was compared to my friends who were in gifted classes and I felt like a follower. I felt like a normal person in a group of extraordinary people. My friends would sometimes start to brag about what they did in math that day. Until I got a great teacher who always supported me.

“Break!” the three judges called simultaneously. The two competitors rushed back to their spots anxious to see who had scored the point that time. “Judges call points!” the center judge commanded. At the same time, all three judges raised their red flags in the air giving competitor Will Franken another point. It was the final round in the youth 4th degree black belt sparring competition. These two competitors had won every round they had been thrust into, and now they were battling each other for the gold medal at the Tiger Rock Martial Arts world tournament in Nashville, TN.

“You’re OVERWEIGHT” I have always been told. My mom was overweight most of her life as well and she wanted better for me. She never wanted to see me struggle as much as she did. My father was an alcoholic around the time I was born so mom raised me as a single parent for the first few years of my life until she meant her now current husband. She recently just emigrated from Haiti at the time, and she was trying to settle a life in America. I was looked up to my mom; she makes me realize that ambition is more than anything. Growing up, I always struggle with my body, my self-image. Every time I looked in the mirror, I have never liked what I have seen, how tall I am, how my arms looked, how my cheeks looked in comparison to my nose and my mouth, how my stomach fell from the

When asked to write a personal essay I pondered the many things that I could write about and nothing seemed quite right but one of the events that I truly believe changed my life. That is why I chose to write about basic and what I have learned from being in the army. Everyone has their own stories so no one will have a story that is similar to mine because everyone's life is different. That’s what makes mine stand out, I can guarantee that my reader will be able to experience something that they themselves have not even if they have been to basic themselves. My hook in the beginning is actually how I wanted my whole essay to be, but the more that I wrote the more my essay changed to a more inner thought sort of essay. This change hurt me later on though when I changed from past tense to present tense and back again without catching it. This was an easy fix however and some of my other minor errors were brought to my attention by Alex in my writing group when we switched documents with each other.

If I had anywhere else but in school, I would be a place I enjoy so much, I do not like it when i'm at home doing nothing. I always like to be active, so if I can pick to be anywhere but in County Prep, I would be in an indoor basketball court playing with my friends. The reason I would pick an indoor basketball court because we do not need to be worried about any outside distractions and the main reason is because the ball can go in the streets. As lame as that sounds it's where I find happiness and playing one of my favorite sports with my friends. One of the main reason I rather be in an indoor basketball court with my friends because anywhere I go with my friends is a good time but when we always meet up at the park or an outside basketball

I am a Jack of all trades. I’m a gun slinging cowboy who drives a Ferrari and I can conjure up fire from thin air. I’m able to lead an army through the desert on a special ops mission. I’m a general, a commander, and a conqueror! And, all at just the young age of seventeen. I'll always remember the day when my childhood nightmares about fire breathing dragons became a reality. Clad in my self-designed medieval samurai armor with my trusty sword in hand I dragged myself onto the battleground and faced my opponent. I, the ultimate warrior, slayed that dragon with fierce determination and persistence. Many would label me a liar, a dreamer, or perhaps a little over imaginative. There is no doubt in my mind that what I think is true. I am all

1. Jared:”I don’t like to do anything rather than; playing computer games or hanging out with my friends. I don’t think the school can help me anymore. I prefer to start work and make money, then I can move from my parents house. I really need to be alone. I don’t want to see my stepmother’s face everyday.”