Narrative Essay Example
pdf
keyboard_arrow_up
School
Missouri State University, Springfield *
*We aren’t endorsed by this school
Course
101
Subject
English
Date
Nov 24, 2024
Type
Pages
39
Uploaded by MinisterResolveOstrich31
Narrative: a Memorable Event. Essay
Narrative: A memorable event.
I woke to my body jittering with anxiety. It was 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning, and it was the day
that I had been awaiting for. I was almost ready when my Dad shouted '' Ya betta get ya'self moving
Kertesha, we're gonna be late!''.
I paused, and took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair was scraped back, my polo necked
fleece was suffocating and itchy, my black ribbed jodhpurs were tight around my midriff, but there
was one thing missing. It was one thing which all the girls on the internet, in the movies, and in all
the equestrian magazines had – A gilet. Mine was a pink Abercrombie & Fitch one, with ribbed
salmon trims around the waistband and collar; it was not a real equestrian gilet,
...show more
content...
Although the smell of the manure was strong, over time I began to appreciate it, and so it became
more of an aroma, than an odour. But this is something my Dad never seemed to get used, to let
alone appreciate. The entire stable had a rather odd smell; it was a mixture of hay, cut grass, dust,
manure, and oddly, a hint of leather. This was a smell which I soon became very fond of.
There were six of us in the group, we were all new to Dulwhich Riding School and filled with
enthusiasm. After being handed our riding hats, we were alphabetically permitted to choose a horse
,
and as always, I was last in the alphabet. I was left with a choice of two, one was a blue roan filly.
She was a young slate coloured horse who reminded me of Eeyore (from Winnie the Pooh), and was
also a lot smaller than the other horses. Then I saw the attractive sorrel coloured gelding, he stood
glaring at me with his head poking out of the barn gate. His mane was dark and silky, and he had a
striking white birthmark on the bridge of his nose. I had an instant connection with him, and
proclaimed his name as Cashmere.
As I lead Cashmere towards the indoor riding arena, my heart raced. The inconsistent sound hoofs
trotting along the cobbled ground were intensifying. As I stroked Cashmere's muzzle and gave him a
mint polo (he's favourites), I began to mentally prepared myself to mount, and ride him.
Cashmere was
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Relationship Narrative: Personal Narrative Essay
The fairy tales say that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever
after. Reality is not that simple. Long–term relationships force couples to get to know each other,
involve themselves in each others' worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop
deeper connections through distinctive stages of Knapp's relationship model. Although I have dated
the same person for over two years, the stages of our communication make it seem as though I am
now dating a different person following dissolution and subsequent repair. However, even the most
exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through a combination of ups and downs, much like the
stages of a relationship. Initial contact came the
...show more content...
After our relationship moved beyond involvement, his protective instincts overpowered everything.
I actually welcomed this protection as a sign of his caring for me since I always wanted a guy to
protect me from conflict, just like in the movies. However, this overprotection stifled me and made
me feel guilty whenever my communications with another guy made John jealous and angry. He
tested my feelings for him by making me feel guilty about even looking in the direction of other
guys. At the time, I ignored his jealousy because my strong feelings for him overshadowed my own
needs as an individual. Looking back, I realize our involvement actually intensified, for the better
and the worse. John evolved into my best friend and, wrapping myself in his world, I lost my core
group of friends. We had reached interpersonal commitment. All of my time belonged to John. We
went to events and hung out according to his time frame, with little consideration for my time. All
John needed to say was "no, I don't want to do that," and I respected his decision. Looking back, I
realize how little John respected me. Our relationship grew in predictability as we learned each
other's schedules, emotions, and family habits. Dates always went the same way, involving dinner
with his family followed by a rented movie. Our interactions never involved social bonding beyond
our families. Instead, moments of novelty, like rock
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
How My Family Challenged My Identity
Growing up surrounded by idealized American values and my mother's traditional Chinese–
Vietnamese principles challenged my identity as a first–generation Asian American. I excelled in
school. I pushed myself to join programs such as Paideia, an English course integrated with history
to attain higher levels of critical thinking. Despite being academically independent, my good grades
and interest in English demonstrated how well I understood the language. Cantonese, the language I
used to communicate with my mom, was an entirely different story. Because my mother would work
night shifts and then sleep during the day, we could barely spend any time together, creating a lack
of communication. I eventually lost my fluency in Cantonese. During Christmas,
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Essay on Sports Narrative
Tyler Douglas Professor Thamm Eng 101–10:00 a.m. Due: Sep. 29, 2008 Essay #1 Narrative A
major role in my life would definitely be sports. It is almost as if I look up to sports because I could
not live without them. Sports pretty much define me as me. I love to play sports as well as watch all
kinds of sports on T.V. and if I could ever go to a game and watch the players play live I would be
thrilled. Basically sports define me because I am ambitious, I finish what I start, I set goals for
myself, and I am a fierce competitor in which I love to win and I hate to lose. The greatest part about
sports to me is living for the moment when the game is on the line and the pressure is on can you
come through and make a play for your
...show more content...
With the game tied 6–6 that is when I went into my own little zone and was in my moment. The
crowed was electrified and cheering us on. I thought about all the hard work the coaches put us
through doing two a days and keeping us late after a hard practice, spending all of that time and hard
work just for this one little moment when the game was on the line. Back to reality our quarterback
had started the play and it looked like it was going nowhere and we might have to got into overtime.
Then after about 6 crazy seconds he threw the ball to our halfback and he broke a couple tackles and
the somehow stretched across the goal line by about 2 inches and we had taken the lead 8–6 with 52
seconds to go. When the game clock hit 00:00 for the first time in our schools history the football
team had beaten Aberdeen and none of us could believe it. This was a special moment. Now, it was
in this moment when I had realized that sports define me as me because we never gave up, none of
us wanted to lose, we set a goal and completed it, but most important we kept our eye on the prize
and came through in the moment when the game was on the line. Nobody is going to remember how
many games we won or who the best player on the team was that season, but I guarantee what
people will remember is when we had beaten Aberdeen for the first time in school
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
In short, I enjoyed the experience of interviewing an elderly person. Conversing with elderly adults
is something I am fond of. Choosing a person for the interview was not a difficult task because I
have a close relationship with my neighbor Virginia. On Monday afternoon I called her house phone
and explained in detail that I would be interviewing an elderly person and would she like to
participate. I selected Virginia because of her age and I believe she is the wisest in my
neighborhood. The information and tips provided from Virginia are very useful and insightful.
On July 15, 1913, Virginia was born in Wortham, Texas. Virginia states that she had a joyful
childhood filled with fond memories, and states it was the best times of her life. Her household
consisted of her father, mother, and a younger brother. Her mischievous brother loved to play tricks
on her as a child. She states "I cannot believe I am alive today as he loved to agitate me" (V. Dixon,
personal communication, September 26, 2016). In high school
, she was the head cheerleader, the
leader in her homemaking group, she was in the honor society, and voted the favorite high school
girl in the school. Fortunately, Virginia absolutely loved school, as an illustration, she became a
teacher later in life. In her town, they did not include kindergarten and the school grades only went
to the 11th. For
...show more content...
Especially about the war and health in later years of life. To my surprise, I cannot believe that
Virginia is not mistreated by others in society. This statement surprised me because I see younger
kids and adults are not respectful to adults of the elderly population. When I was growing you were
to be considerate of your elders. The times have definitely changed. A couple of ideas I will use in
life is not to be afraid of aging, and stay healthy and productive. Do not let tiny things worry you or
a setback stop you from moving
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Literacy Narrative Essay example
At this point in my life I find myself in an interesting predicament regarding my attitudes toward
reading and writing; more so towards reading. Years ago I used to love reading books for pleasure
but nowadays I find myself reading things that little to no effort to digest. This includes the very
basic posts on facebook expressing one's opinion on something or articles and threads on reddit
discussing topics I find intriguing. Perhaps it's the severe senioritis that has overcome me as I enter
my last semester at Chapman University. As I've gotten lazier I can see it start to reflect in my
everyday life. Deep down I still love to read but I rarely find myself getting truly invested into the
action unless it relates to something I am very
...show more content...
You can feed the mind as much as you want and it will never get full of reading. Sadly, I'm not the
same person that I was. I guess you could say it's part of growing up. It never really was intentional
but it's just the way how it ended up. On the other hand my attitudes toward writing are very
different. First let me say that deep down I truly do not like to write. I myself don't personally like to
write for leisure or pleasure but rather I write because I believe it is one of the most important
aspects of being able to communicate with those around you, both personally and professionally. To
put differently, my attitude towards writing is that I write because I need to write and survive in the
world around me. I write because I have to, not because I want to. Hopefully this somewhat makes
sense. To better explain let me make a comparison. When I am assigned a writing assignment or I
am writing because the action is being forced upon me I find myself not enjoying the process and
overall the end result is subpar. The perfect example of this would be my junior year in high school
when I was enrolled in AP english literature. I dreaded the majority of the class simply because there
was so much writing involved in the entire course and therefore I was constantly writing just to get a
grade. Being forced to write in such high volume every week for an entire school year was not
enjoyable for myself and as a result the
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Narrative Writing By Mckenzee My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was
there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever
witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This
event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change
the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it
...show more content...
Everything certainly did not go as planned.
The ideal time to ride came rolling around at approximately six o'clock, when a chilly breeze picked
up. Unprepared and starting to shiver, my older sister notified us that she was going to grab her coat
from the house. She left my younger sister and I to deal with the horses which was easy, or so we
thought that it was. Assuming that it was going to be an effortless task, I took my attention gradually
away from the horses, and commenced a conversation with my sister. Totally forgetting about what I
was supposed to be doing, I did not perceive that Dexter spooked and pulled back on the board that
he was attached to. Turning around and seeing him rear up on his hind feet, shocked me and I froze.
My mind went blank for a second, and when it came back, Dexter was darting so rapidly you would
assume a bear was chasing him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of the post he was
dragging behind him. Not knowing what to do, I immediately yelled at the top of my lungs for my
older sister. Never in my life has my heart beated so fast. Freaking out, panicking, stressing out, I
attempted to grab Dexter's lead rope, but him being a thoroughbred caused an issue. He was too
quick for me to even get near him. I knew I had to something to calm him down, I didn't want him
to get hurt. This horse means the world to my sister, and I want to slow him down
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Example Of Narrative Essay Scary Story
On a cold fall evening in the town of Dankfurt, Alaska with a small population of 73. There was a
boy named Derek. Derek was just an ordinary boy who attended the school of Winterfield which
was 10 miles away. He did this because his town had no school along with two other friends. Every
morning he and his friends would wake up at five–thirty to walk to school. Because of the Alaskan
time zones it was dark during the day and light at night. On their walk they would pass one house
and one house only which was in the heart of the woods. It was a dark brown house with white
curtains. The house was very old and looked to be falling apart. They assumed it was abandoned and
thought nothing of it. But every time Derek walked passed he would get a minor headache not even
recognizing
...show more content...
Many of the football players would hit or choke them for it. The boys could do nothing they were
scrawny and weak except for Joe he was fat. Joe stood up to the biggest kid this time saying "Buzz
of man." They replied with "In your dreams twinkie." Joe attacked him with "well that is why the
football team sucks!" "screw you man" said the bully and walked away. After their hellish days at
school the boys would head to the drama club. This is where they all fit in and thoroughly enjoyed
attending the meetings. They were at these meetings until six–thirty or sunrise in Alaska at the time.
The boys would stroll home and get back at about ten o'clock. They would do the same thing every
day.
Early one morning Derek's power went out and his alarm clock did not go off. The other boys
waited for him but he did not show up so they assumed he was sick and left without him. A few
hours later he woke up and realized he was late. He threw on his clothes and bolted out the door.
Because of Alaska's time zone it was pitch dark when he started his journey. But he carried on his
journey just like any
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Examples Of Narrative Writing Exemplar
Narrative Writing Exemplar Our family had been meeting together every Wednesday night for the
last two months. We had picked out a hotel, booked our flight, and ordered our tickets for the parks.
We scheduled care takers for our pets and packed our belongings. We were ready! Now, we were off
to our dream vacation in Orlando, Florida. It was three o'clock in the morning, and we were all still
really tired, but we were also really excited. We packed everything in our GMC van and headed for
my grandmother's house. We had made arrangements to leave our van at her house so that we would
not have to pay for parking at the airport. The limo would pick us up at my grandmother's house in
Saint John and drive us to Gary Regional Airport so that
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Narrative Essay About Having A Dream
Everyone has a dream. Whether it's small or big...we all have one. We also give up on them. We get
stuck in the idea that our ideas are too far–fetched either because of other people's comments or
because of our own self–doubt. We allow ourselves to forget about them and move on to things we
believe are better for us. To things that although don't make us happy, are what society tells us is the
right way to live. It's hard to have a dream and keep it. The world we live in today is so cruel that a
lot of times we don't even bother to dream anymore. We've gotten to the point where dreaming is
just that. A dream.
Yet, for my mom, that wasn't the case.
My mother was born on March 24, 1973, in a small village in Guatemala. She grew up there
...show
more content...
She sat me down and said well why not do both. I remember when she said that I was so happy. We
began to think of how I could do both and came up with the idea of a singing lawyer. It was
probably the worst idea we've ever had. I don't even think it would have worked out well either, but
it was the fact that I could have done it and my mom would be completely okay with it and made it
seem perfectly normal that helped me to never quit on my dreams.
Her experience growing up wasn't at all how she made mine. Her mother and step father never
encouraged or supported her. Growing up my mother struggled a lot. She had to grow up a lot faster
than most kids and had to deal with the real world way before she should have had to. She was
never pushed to do better or told that her dreams could come true.
Since she was little she was always having to take care of her three sisters. She wasn't allowed to go
out a lot so she was always home studying or in her room. She was so restricted in her own home
that even now I can't imagine how terrible that must have felt. To constantly have to worry not only
about yourself but for other people when you haven't even reached puberty.
Her stepfather was the worst of all. He would always put her down and would try to make her feel
like nothing. She didn't even have protection from her own mother, because her mom would never
say anything about it. She just let it happen.
My mom
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Third Person Narrative Essay
What makes a kind, compassionate, moral human being? On the flip side, what makes a monster? A
prevalent theme in the YA novel "Monster" by Walter Dean Myers is image , or how one views
themselves and how they want, or need , in the case of Steve Harmon, others to view them. The
reader is presumably dropped into New York of the late nighties, in time to watch 16–year–old Steve
on trial for a crime he might or might not have committed, despite the dearth of evidence. The story
alternates between a 3rd–person screenplay and diary format as Steve resolves to take up his pen
and document his experience. The narrative follows his view of life
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Personal Narrative: I Found Myself
It was almost 3 years ago that I found myself in a rather strange dilemma. I was bored with blogging
and all the gimmicks that you had to do in order to be good at it. This concept did not work for me. I
wanted something that inspired creativity in me and in others. So I started experimenting with
posting cartoons, pop culture artwork, internet memes, and videos. Not only was I having fun, I was
learning to curate content. Another door that was opened was partnering with artists who were
animators, cartoonists, and illustrators. My friend Tim Engstrom created a custom artwork for the
header and the sidebar. It wasn't long before my clients, friends, and family were reading the blog.
What I learned was that this project was more than inspiration,
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Why Did I Wear A Girl Backpack?
The bell rang for second period statistics and everyone frantically discussed their exhilarant
weekends and rustled in their seats. Focused, I eagerly flipped back and forth between notes
attempting to solve the problem on the board when a particularly blunt comment caught my
attention a few desks in front of me. "Why are you wearing a girl backpack?", a female classmate
playfully exclaimed to another male classmate from across the room. My teeth clenched as a million
thoughts raced through my head and I felt the muscles in my face creating an alarmed reaction. The
male student argued back boldly, "It's not a girl back pack!" I placed both hands on my forehead and
closed my eyes for a few moments. They disputed over the backpack for a lengthy thirty–seconds
before the teacher strolled around the room checking homework.
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Personal Narrative My Life Essay
Personal Narrative My Life
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted
to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high
school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will
give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of
someone choosing for me.
I have chosen to go to the local community college to get used to the college experience. College
life can be an exciting time but at the same time it can be a challenge. I feel that starting out at the
community college would be a better chose than "jumping" into life at a
...show more content...
I know this is what I want to do with my life. I want to be a positive influence in the lives of
children. I want to be able to stand up and show the children that it is okay to be yourself and stand
up for what you believe in. I am a well round student. For nine years I was actively involved in a
girls organization. This experience taught me many things. We were actively involved in community
service activities, for which I received the Silver Award. ( The second highest award in the
organization.) I learned about the value of friendship and patients with others. This organization first
introduced me to my future career. I was also involved for three and a half years in a student
government club on campus. In this club I learned many life lessons. One of which was the value of
hard work. I was one of the few people that organized the Junior/Senior Prom of 2000. My
responsibilities included planning corranation, buying and organizing decorations, planning the
busing schedule, booking the photographers, fundraising, ect. This taught me about hard work. But
the best part of it was going to Prom knowing I was one of the only reasons that it happened. As far
as school goes, my schedule is very diverse. I am taking child development lab, which is a class
where students from my high school can go to the local elementary schools and work one on one
with the students. I have work in the elementary school for two and a half years. I
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Personal Narrative Essay
Narrative Essay Write a two (or more) page essay in which you will tell a personal narrative (story)
in the first person. You are encouraged to share a memory or story that you would be comfortable
sharing with myself and the entire class. Remember, your audience is your fellow students or peers.
Although no topic is off–limits and no censorship is required, please do not share a story that would
make you uncomfortable to share. Everyone has stories to tell, but please peruse through other short
narrative accounts to get a sense of how they develop. Reader?s Digest is a good source for this, or
personal accounts from magazines, or the ?This I Believe? series on NPR. A narrative essay depends
on a narrative that is profound and memorable, life–changing and hopefully interesting and/or
entertaining. A trip to the grocery store, unless something
...show more content...
Unique and engaging title ? Introduction with an attention getter ? Theme or thesis: usually the
lesson learned ? Background of the complication or conflict ? Complication or conflict ? Engaging
and relatable character(s) ? Plot with events ? Vivid details?engage the senses ? Resolution or wrap
up of the complication in a clear conclusion If you do use outside sources, please cite using proper
MLA documentation or make clear in the essay what your source is. However, the source must be
relevant to the narrative itself. A works cited page is not required. Assessment: Your proposal is
worth 15% of your overall grade and worth 100 points. ? Content: How thoughtfully and thoroughly
you write about each required narrative section, with vivid detail. 50 points. ? Organization: How
clearly ideas and information are arranged within and between paragraphs. Use of MLA style and
proper flow. 30 points. ? Style: How effectively you use word choice and sentences to convey ideas.
20 points. Due dates: ? Outline (on this sheet or you can make your own) brought to class for an
activity on Mon
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Personal Narrative
Carleigh Grupe
Professor Schnell
English 1301
9 September 2015
Personal Narrative – Rough Draft
The lake glistened before me as my mom and I pulled into Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp just outside
Twin Lakes Michigan. I had been accepted into the International Youth Symphony Orchestra
program where after spending a week at the camp the entire orchestra would be heading off on a six
week European Tour to share our musical talents and American culture with another part of the
world. I knew traveling to a different continent would give me further insight as to who I was a
person, but did not imagine the people I would meet would impact me as much as they did.
His name was Alex Peabody, a 16 year old junior from Ann Arbor, Michigan. Although we weren't
best friends, we were still close with one another throughout the tour. He had messy brown hair that
framed his round face and always wore a big flashy smile. One of my favorite moments with him
was while we were waiting to board the bus to go the the airport. While we sat waiting, I was
practicing my flute in preparation for our first concert in France. Many of the other students were
practicing, talking, giggling, or sharing newly found favorite songs with their friends. The noise was
deafening and created a carnival of sound that grew louder with each passing minute. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Alex, a cello player, watching me practice, his eyes bright with fascination.
"Alex, do you know how to play flute?" I called to
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Personal Narrative : A Sad Day
A Sad Day One day it was a sunny day in Elwood, Indiana. I got up and I was sick. I was throwing
up and, coughing and everything. I don't exactly know what all happened because I was only five
years old. I wanted to go see my aunt but I was sick and I was crying for her and my dad and mom
was saying ok let's go, but my other aunt was telling my dad, "No Johnny, you can't take him over
there while he is sick", but my dad didn't listen. He took me over there and we played with the other
kids that were over there. There was me, my brother Kaden, and my other brother Kamden. I was
five, my brother Kaden was four, and my brother Kamden was two. My brother Kaden and my
brother Kamden decided to go swimming and they let me too. We were all just little kids and we
were having fun. We all decided to go inside because we were all ready to go inside but my brother
Kamden was outside and we didn't know. None of us knew until, my aunt said "Hey where is
Kamden?", and she sent her son outside to see where he was. He came back inside running and I
was sitting on the couch with my mom and my brother Kaden and he said "Guys! Kamden is in the
pool!", my dad and my aunt went rushing outside and pulled him out of the pool. I remember crying,
going to the back door and seeing my little brother that was only two on the ground with his eyes
clothes. My dad was all wet from where he jumped in the pool. I remember seeing my dad pushing
on his stomach trying to get him to wake up but he wouldn't.
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Narrative Essay Examples
Narrative Essay I step my foot into public school for the first time ever my freshman year, not
knowing a single person other than my brother. Prior to my freshman year, I was homeschooled. The
school feels really big at the time and it's very overwhelming. As I walk around I see people
hugging, reuniting, and saying, "oh my gosh I have missed you!" All I am worrying about is what
people are thinking of me like, does she have any friends, or she looks like a loner. I am getting
nervous and more nervous every second that passes. I decide I need to go straight to my classroom,
but I have no idea where to go. I finally make my way to my classroom, then I sit down, and the bell
rings. "The day is just beginning," I think to myself.
...show more content...
I am halfway through the day. After this long day it's still not over yet, I am just half way through
the day going into 5th period. As I walked in I see a girl I already met and I wanted to run and give
her a hug, I was so excited to see someone I already knew. I didn't have to worry where I was going
to sit that period, or who I was going to talk to. I probably looked like the happiest person in the
world with a big smile on my face. As I am smiling as I say, "hello, Claire right?" She says, "Yes!"
We sit together, exchange social media usernames, and numbers. Later, I go to 6th period, my
science class. When we come in the teacher says to talk with people to sit in alphabetical order. I am
placed next to a kid named Dominic Thomas, and his buddy is sitting on the other side of me. They
were acting like I didn't exist, and getting in my personal space. Later, the teacher says, "The person
sitting at your table will be your lab partner." That's when I found out Dominic Thomas will be my
lab partner for the quarter. I did not know what was coming for me. Finally, 7th period here I come.
Now this class was one crazy class, with some crazy people, but it was all good because I get to
leave after this period. The bell rings and I am out of there. Leaving school I am feeling many
emotions, I am happy to leave, excited to tell my mom about all I experienced that day,
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Personal Narrative Essay
Narrative Essay In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad's house for the summer to learn how to
cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it
was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go
work with my dad a Dale's Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook
and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions. The idea of moving to my dad's house was my
decision but it was a good and something I know I will use in college. My dad's cooking background
is legendary in my eyes. As a youth my dad learn from his dad the important of cooking. When he
was talking to me about the in and out of being a chef, it was like
...show more content...
It was the summer of 1989 my started his new job at Shoney's Family Restaurant. At start he didn't
know what to expect from his old shift leader at a new work place it's to say he was nervous. But he
knew this is a new learning experience at cooking. Day by day he learn, fix, and made mistake but
he never got down from it. At the age 17 my dad question his decision about cooking. His manager
talk to him after work talking about working in the cooking industry, at the time my dad told me that
he became very frustrating of what he want to do till that night . About summer of 1991 my dad
begin Culinary School at the University of North Alabama. Now my was he was a little bit afraid
about going to a big college but he know what he was going for and know what he was going to
accomplished his goal. Now at this time he done took an internship at Dale's Steakhouse. He was
overjoy know he was going to be working at one of the top steakhouse in North Alabama. His first
day was sort like my first day long and hectic but he overcome the odds and did his job to
perfection. 2 weeks go by an he was offer a positon at Dale's so he quit college an took a full time
positon cooking. From there he learn the ins and outs of the restaurant Business. At the end of the
Summer I return back to Cherokee, AL to get ready for my senior of high school. Spending the
summer with my dad not only taught how to cook but also made me realize I didn't want to be a
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help
My Day
My Day – Personal Narrative Its 06:45 and my mobile phone alarm make's the worst noise that you
could ever imagine. Using it as an alarm clock is the only thing that it is useful for, the rest of the
time it takes all my money off me. All phones do it, and guess who gets in trouble for the bill.
Anyway, after I finally find the button to shut the dam thing up, I usually moan till 07:00, about how
it is 'too early', and that I should not still have to be going to school. I'm getting bored of wearing the
same uniform, and listening to the same squabbles going on from the day before. At 07:00, I stumble
across the landing, walking passed my mums and dads bedroom, hearing the loud snoring
coming
...show more content...
So I suppose I shouldn't be complaining about having to eat toast every morning! 07:45, and the
sister and father are already fighting for the bathroom. In about 30 seconds from now there should
be a mixture of male menopause and teenage hormones throughout the house. My sister is 17 named
Stephanie, after Stephen– that's my dad's name. My sister is one of those older teenagers who have
none of her priorities in order. She can be clever, but she gets 'easily distracted'. I'll say no more
about that. My sister and I get on very well. We talk to each other about stuff, and value each other's
opinion on clothes. My dad is into science, well, he likes Science fiction movies, but I suppose it's
the same thing. He likes to think of himself as a wise philosopher, but he's really a big kid and likes
watching the Simpson's on TV. My dad and I get on great. We have the same interests, and work
good together as a team. 08:00. I'm packing my bag, and rushing about trying to find the books I
need for that day. I should really pack my bag the night before, but I'm always so tired that there
doesn't seem to be enough time. The amount of homework that keeps me up some nights is
extremely exhausting. 08:15. The battle between my father and sister is over. If my dad is working,
(which he usually is most mornings), then he will give my sister and I a lift to school, but we always
end
Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Your preview ends here
Eager to read complete document? Join bartleby learn and gain access to the full version
- Access to all documents
- Unlimited textbook solutions
- 24/7 expert homework help