This website uses cookies to ensure you have the best experience. Learn more

Personal Narrative Of Acting In A Play

2065 words - 8 pages


It was a normal Sunday morning, the weather was good and church had
just finished. We were all having coffee and then it struck me. There
were lots of people in the hall, and they were all being given
a booklet. I wandered over there with a few friends to try and see
what they were doing. Then I saw it. The front cover of the booklet
they had. It had a weird name. At first I didn't understand. Why was
it called Stanmore Scenes? I knew we were in Stanmore but I didn't
realize why you would call something Stanmore Scenes. Even so it
wasn't until later that I would understand more about it.

That evening my mum had a phone call from her sister. This helped me
to find out what she and the others had been doing earlier that day.
When I found out I was extremely confused. I didn't think my Aunty
could act! I didn't even think it was possible for the church I went
to, to put on a play about its life. It was mad. How could they put
150 years of history into a couple of hours? Was it possible to do?
Anyway none of my friends were in it so why would I want to be in it,
it was mad. So my friend Sarah and I decided we would leave them to

After that Sarah and I soon forgot about Stanmore Scenes. All until
one day a few weeks later at school. We were all told about this play
being put on at St. John's church. We were also told that our school,
St. John's C of E middle school would be singing at it. That week
there were auditions, to check we could sing, in order to join the
choir that would be singing in Stanmore Scenes. All my friends had
gone through the audition to join the choir for the carol service,
however I didn't like singing so hadn't joined the choir with them.
When it was the new auditions I didn't want to go as I was on my own.

"Go on Charlotte," they all said, "it doesn't matter if you don't

This really knocked my confidence as I don't like singing on my own.

"I can't, I can't," I said desperately, "I can't sing on my own."

So as I couldn't bring myself to join the choir my friends took part
without me!

Around came Sunday again and I had the shock of my life. After church
my Aunty came up to me.

"Charlotte," she said excitedly, "do you want to be part of Stanmore

I was gob smacked! Why would she ask me? Anyway I accepted the offer.
I went into the hall with her and everyone stopped talking. We sat
down. Then Janet started to address everyone.

"Today we will go through the play and make sure everyone knows their
part," Janet calmly told us.

So I was given a script and we went through the play. I was given a
part. It was when the local boys went off to war and their families
were left behind. There were about six families and mine was two
parents a brother and me. When the men were brought back by nurses all

Find Another Essay On Personal Narrative of Acting in a Play

Shopping in a Male's Perspective: Personal Narrative

1774 words - 7 pages , that has very astutely followed some of the scientific formulas outlined in Malcolm Gladwell’s article “The Science of Shopping.” This article discusses the scientific selling techniques developed by Paco Underhill, an expert on consumer buying trends. Anthropologie follows some of these approaches to attract one of the largest groups of spending customers; the late twenties to early forties American female. Anthropologie is located in a

Personal Narrative: Death in a Dream

972 words - 4 pages could end up dying in your dreams, thus leading to your death or illness in reality. It’s possible for someone to suffer a heart attack from what they dreamt, depending on how frightening the situation was. I’ve heard of people going to bed one night and, the next morning, waking up not remembering who they are or actually becoming insane. It is with these mysterious beliefs that one becomes afraid to dream anymore. I

Personal Narrative- Living a Life of Humility

1103 words - 4 pages Personal Narrative- Living a Life of Humility For the only thing we have to shame is shame itself. Perhaps the name of Amy Tan’s mother will never be remembered like that of FDR, but the truth behind her words rings just as loud. To be different is an aspect of human nature that we are to be proud of, regardless of whether it’s socially hip or socially degrading. To be proud of something is to consider it worthy of honor, and that’s

Struggles of Balancing Life: A Personal Narrative

819 words - 4 pages . For me my school work was the hardest affected; I started to turn in shoddy work. Because whether the things were reading assignments, or annotating paragraphs they began looking like the same thing. It was starting to be glaringly obvious to me that my slacking and lack of balancing it all was starting to fall apart, having to try and juggle more than one task per day was becoming overwhelming. As a result my family life began to fall apart. I

Anger: A Personal Narrative

933 words - 4 pages cool.It was a typical day at Sabino High School. I had just arrived and was headed to class when my friend, Maggie, approached me with the idea of skipping our first class of the day. Typically, I would have taken her up on this offer, but for some unknown reason I turned her down. We parted ways and I headed up the stairs to my classroom. Everything seemed normal in the classroom; I took my seat near the back of the class, took out my notebook

Personal Narrative - The Role of God in My Personal Transformation

1755 words - 7 pages Personal Narrative - The Role of God in My Personal Transformation While growing up nearly every child feels the need to be somebody, to figure out his identity. Most children attempt to find acceptance from their peers by the way they dress, the music to which they listen, the people with whom they hang out, the parties they attend, or the other activities in which they participate. While I never really felt a strong need to please others

a personal narrative of the day of my grandma's surgery - language arts - personal narrative

481 words - 2 pages I was not happy I could not be with my grandmother. I went to my mother and started crying again. After a couple of terrible days, we had a pooja which is like a funeral. We had to sit for 2 hours and listen to a person speak. I was glad to be a part of the pooja. When we got back to America, it was hard not crying about the loss. We were going to give my grandmother a gift, but we were not able to give it to her. We put the gift in a

A Memorable Occasion in my Life- Personal Narrative

959 words - 4 pages A Memorable Occasion in my Life- Personal Narrative Looking around the blacked-out glass door and past the curtains, I caught a glimpse of the school hall. It had been totally transformed from its usual every day state. There were rows and rows of chairs filling the hall with a large carpeted stage at the very front against a backdrop image of a grand castle in the night’s sky with twinkling lights acting as stars. I

Personal Narrative - Growing Up in a Bakery Community

1308 words - 6 pages Have you ever been woken up by the smell of cookies? Imagine how wonderful it is when you are wished “good morning” by the smell of the warmness and happiness coming from the fresh baked cookies inside the oven. For me, it was one of the most meaningful thing that I had ever experienced: I was born in a family which hold a bakery business at home. The bakery is called “Sun Flower” and is fifteen years older than me. To me, it is very interesting

Personal Narrative- A Preventable Death

1002 words - 4 pages Personal Narrative- A Preventable Death He looks at his watch and realizes that he has to leave now before he gets yelled at due to missing the 12:00 curfew. Upon my cousin Sean's arrival home, he begged his mom for an extended curfew, after all he was the star of the 19991 homecoming football game at Royalton high school, he should have been able to stay out later. After losing this fight with rather stubborn mom, and her giving him a stern

Personal Narrative: A New Home

1581 words - 6 pages Personal Narrative- A New Home My heart beat at a rabbit's pace as I walked up the cement steps to a small building set on a hill. I took a deep breath in an effort to allow even a sliver of calm to permeate the sense of dread that engulfed my mind and body. I stole a quick glance at my two younger sisters, briefly grateful that I didn't have to face this completely alone. I walked through the front doors to the office directly inside. The

Similar Essays

"Those Who Try To Play With The Big Boys Will Find How Small They Truly Are" A Personal Narrative With A "Moral"

697 words - 3 pages The sun had set on the farm only hours before, but being only six, it seemed to be pitch black out to me. My Dad had held a campout at our farm, in a grove of oak trees that we had dubbed "The Park". A group of guys that worked with my dad, on the farm, were attending and had the idea to play hide-and-go-seek in a beanfield less than 20 yards from the fire circle at our campsite. Jason, my favorite of the "Big Boys", was "It", so I really wanted

A Day In The Life Of Personal Narrative

1099 words - 4 pages A Day in the Life of- Personal Narrative Being shaken awake by my mum I turn over annoyed, thrown my pillow over my head and groan in miserable agony at the thought of having another early morning. That dreaded feeling, the kind that makes you feel like your heart’s in the pit of your stomach, overcomes me as I know that at any moment my mum is going to put on the light, open the curtains and threaten me with a jug of

Personal Narrative A Lesson In Culture Shock

1068 words - 4 pages Personal Narrative- A Lesson in Culture Shock “ You want to be the same as American girls on the outside.” (Tan, Amy) Like Tan in her narrative “Fish Cheeks”, everyone has had a time in their lives when they wanted to fit in at school or home. Sometimes it is hard to try to blend into the surroundings. Moving from Boston to Tallahassee has taught me a lot about such things like honor, pride, and self-reliance. Such is related to us in Wilfred

Personal Narrative: A Day In My Life

1723 words - 7 pages British roast chicken breast, British smoked streaky bacon, mayonnaise and crisp lettuce on malted bread. I am a fast eater because I got enough practice from eating breakfast in hurry. After lunch, I usually visit the library to read some books. My favourite books are Harry Potter which helps me relax. If I am not in a good mood to read books, I will play a game of chess. Chess is also a motivating game for me because in my opinion chess is not just a