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Brett Melendez English 5-6, 2nd Personal Narrative Essay #1 9-13-01 I'm going to tell you about my fine arts experience I've had this year. Well, fine arts, the one I'm talking about is in connection with Assemble of God churches around the nation. There are so many different categories in this; it is crazy, you have drama groups (solo), human video group (solo), instrumentals groups or solos, singing, large ensembles, small ensembles, short story, poems, worship band, Christian band, orcastra, choirs, etc "¦ The past two years I've been with other people from my church attending the Fine Arts Festival. This narrative is about this year's life touching time. We all started in early
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I am writing about an event which happened in my life that I would
It was when Christ Church School took us all to Chessington World of
Adventures for an end of Y9 trip.
I don't remember the exact date seeing as this was two years ago, but
I remember all the main events and important goings on.
It all started when I woke up for school, normal time, in my normal
routine, although I didn't pack any books or put on my school uniform.
I went straight into the bathroom, had a wash, brushed my teeth and
went back into my room to dress. We were obviously allowed to ware our
casual clothes, so I slipped on some
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Ding! Ding! Ding! A sound my fellow students and I had come to know and love, especially when that sound signaled the start of the weekend. I shot out of my desk towards the door, already picturing my weekend and the countless amounts of fun-filled activities it had in store. The weeks had seemed to get shorter as I approached the end of my eighth grade year, but I had no complaints. The weekend had finally come once again, and I planned on exhausting every minute of it. I had my friends, my friends had me, and together we had sports. Unfortunately, this particular weekend did not play out in the perfect little way like my eager mind had
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Personal Narrative- Christmas Cookies
Although I have grown up to be entirely inept at the art of cooking, as to make even the most wretched chef ridicule my sad baking attempts, my childhood would have indicated otherwise; I was always on the countertop next to my mother’s cooking bowl, adding and mixing ingredients that would doubtlessly create a delicious food. When I was younger, cooking came intrinsically with the holiday season, which made that time of year the prime occasion for me to unite with ounces and ounces of satin dark chocolate, various other messy and gooey ingredients, numerous cooking utensils, and the assistance of my mother to cook what would soon be an edible
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Personal Narrative- Mountain Hike
In hiking, as in life, there are choices between success and pain, pride and safety; this is the story of one such choice. Last summer I participated in the Rayado program at Philmont Scout Ranch. The eighth day of the trek was my crew’s greatest challenge: Super Black Death, a hike of seven peaks in one day.
By 4 PM we had conquered most of the peaks. As we were climbing what we thought was our sixth peak, Big Red, a storm struck. It was a cold driving rain that froze us as we struggled up the mountain. We reached the top jubilant, but exhausted. As the crew tried to get a bearing I came to the slow realization that we were not on Big Red, but
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My Brother - Personal Narrative My brother is the most influential person in my life. His name is
Jim and he is 21 years old, leaving a 4 year gap in between the two
of us. Most siblings are always quarreling, and never do anything
together. My brother and I are most definitely not like that, we do
everything together. Throughout my life I have modeled to be more
like him, he is not only my older brother but my peer and my role
When I was 5, I would follow my brother around
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Personal Narrative- Varsity Volleyball
I first started playing volleyball at a very young age. I was in the seventh grade when my volleyball career started. My sister started playing in the seventh grade and I just wanted to follow her footsteps. My seventh grade year was ok because I had just started out and really didn’t know the game. There was A team and a B team, where A team was better than the B team. I tried my best to be on the A-team, but guess where I ended up, on the B team.
No matter what team I was on I never gave up. I was so determined that my eight-grade year was going to be different. Sure enough, I ended up on the A-team in the eight-grade. I thought that was
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Personal Narrative- Meditation
Perhaps, like me, you have wondered how you might best contribute to helping save the world. There are so many problems evident around the world that need attention, but which are most urgent? Which people are the most needy? Where is the worst suffering, the most oppression? Where is the earth being damaged most? There is no shortage of strife around us needing attention. At the same time, we can wonder what it is we have to offer the people of the world. What talents, what time, what commitment? What can I do? Sometimes these considerations are so perplexing that we become paralysed and do not act at all.
One method that helps sort through life’s
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My Boyfriend - Personal Narrative
I went through an inner journey when I met my boyfriend of 7 months.
Meeting him completely changed the way I look at life and what I want
to do with my life.
I went through a period of my life where I was depressed and angry. I
wasn't connecting with any of my friends; my mum was stressed and
angry, family life was horrible. I felt like I didn't belong anywhere.
No-one had the same feelings as me, or felt the same things as me. I
didn't know what to do.
Awhile later I started going on the Internet. Our family had just
gotten ADSL Internet connection with iinet. I found out about an
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Personal Narrative- Helping Others
Declining standards of living and continuing exportation of our jobs have resulted in rising stress levels for all Americans. This results in negative effects on our well being – mentally, physically and emotionally. Some people seek to reduce stress levels by using alcohol and drugs. Some overwork themselves, resulting in mental breakdowns. The pharmaceutical giants pocket billions of dollars a year from sales of tranquillisers, anti-depressants, barbiturates, amphetamines, and other psychoactive medications.
We know we must learn to control stress in safer, saner, and healthier ways. So we read about Yoga or Aromatherapy, or maybe Feng Shui
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Personal Narrative- Homeless Man
My friends often describe me as a cynic and a pessimist. For the most part, they're right. Sentiment loses value when it permeates one's attitudes and behavior just as the value of a commodity decreases as it becomes ubiquitous, so as a rule I reserve expressing sentiment for rare occasions that I deem worthy. Fortunately, even the harshest cynics are surprised sometimes.
To begin, most people in my hometown know who Mike is. But I would bet that ninety-nine percent of those people don't know Mike's name. Mike is a homeless man who lives at the public library. He didn't really attract my attention until several months ago; since then, I have found
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Personal Narrative- Television Remote
Those who are recognized as having authority earn power because of strong leadership skills and the drive to make the world a better place. When people use power to do good deeds they gain respect. A typical leader also holds something in his or her hands, like a staff, that yields power. It is amazing to see people follow an individual who is holding on to something. If they could possess that object then they too could have power. I agree that one must hold something to attain power, but it isn’t a staff that is needed. What a true leader needs is the television remote.
Believe it or not, that little battery-operated piece of plastic with the
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War Story- Personal Narrative
Finally we got a well deserved break from what seemed like our endless
marching. As we stopped pain shot up my left leg like a bullet. I
looked automatically to my right. Nobody was there. My best friend
Simon would usually stand there, as he had in the war before, I could
imagine the grin on his face. The images of all those years ago
started to play in my mind…
It began when we were assembled in the safety of the trench. Then we
heard those dreaded words that can make a man throw up with fear for
“Go! Over the top men, go!”
I froze, not breathing, not even blinking I was paralysed
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Personal Narrative- Learning
As the dull scent of chalk dust mixes imperceptably with the drone of the teacher's monotone, I doodle in my tablet to stay awake. I notice vaguely that, despite my best efforts in the shower this morning after practice, I still smell like chlorine. I sigh and wonder why the school's administration requires the students to take a class that, if it were on the Internet, would delight Mirsky (creator of Mirsky's Worst of the Web), as yet another addition to his list of worthless sites. Still, there was hope that I would learn something that would make today's first class more than just forty-five wasted minutes... It wouldn't be the first time I learned
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Two Months - Personal Narrative
The day my sister left for England, something inside of me woke up. It felt like the desert sand being surprised by cool wet rain, my amazement and surprise was just the same. The reality that this was really happening, we really were being separated, all became too much for me. As close as two siblings could be, it is often difficult to distinguish between Georgie and I. One wonders, where does Georgie start, and where do I begin? Who developed the sarcastic wit, and who picked it up as the years went by? My life is so extraordinary linked to this woman. She is vibrant, she is intelligent. She is beauty that is discovered in the rarest of places, she is the
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Sports Day - Personal Narrative
That afternoon was no different, it would seem, to any other. The
lessons were dull and lifeless with the same dry teacher droning on
about the same old rubbish. However, as we sat listening to the
monotonous speech a small, sweet glimmer of hope lay wide awake behind
our hot, tired façade.
Sports day was coming. Our restlessness would soon be relieved. The
small group of teachers who knew how to push passion into their
lessons could sense the excitement. They were using the events to get
out of teaching for the afternoon and they lazily let the class enjoy
the TV. We watched ‘Chicken Run’ although I could barely
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The Diagnosis- Personal Narrative
One fateful day at the end of June in 1998 when I was spending some time at home; my mother came to me with the bad news: my parent's best friend, Tommy, had been diagnosed with brain cancer. He had been sick for some time and we all had anxiously been awaiting a prognosis. But none of us were ready for the bumpy roads that lay ahead: testing, surgery, chemotherapy, nausea, headaches, and fatigue. Even loud music would induce vomiting. He just felt all around lousy.
After several surgeries and many rounds of chemotherapy, Tommy had lost the will to go on. He stayed at home in bed, he didn't eat, he had lost the "go get' em" attitude he
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Mrs. Young- Personal Narrative
In my life, I have experienced many things. Some things in my life have been happy, some things sad, and some things that I dare not mention. When I was in high school, I did not want to go to college. All I wanted to do was to drink and drug myself to death. In one year, my life changed more than all my other years combined because of one person's actions. I still do not know if she realizes how much she helped me. Out of the many lessons that she taught me while she was my teacher, one overshadows the others. I learned how to care about others and not always think about myself first. This has been the most important life lesson that I have
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Learning Chinese-Personal Narrative
In 1995, I decided to volunteer as a missionary for my church. On the application form, there was no space for suggestions as to where in the world I would like to serve as a missionary. Church leaders assign missionaries to the place they feel we should go. I was surprised with the assignment to serve in Taiwan, speaking Mandarin Chinese. I had no previous experience with Chinese people or their language, so I felt fortunate that the church provides 2 months of intensive language training before the missionary even gets on the plane. During my 2 months in the language-training center, I found out just how different Mandarin Chinese is from my
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Personal Narrative - Travel Writing
I took a final look around my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten
Feeling depressed, yet eager to go home, I walked out of the room
lugging my suitcase behind me, as I carefully closed the door.
I entered the elevator sorrowfully. I pressed the button to go to the
lobby where I would be able to check out and hand back the key. The
door opened and I stepped outside, still dragging my immensely heavy
I strolled to the reception desk and gave the receptionist the key
with the number '319' accurately engraved on the gold key chain.
"Have a safe trip home", he said with a warm
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Personal Narrative- Marriage Proposal
There is a knock, quick and steady, upon the hotel room door. Almost 8:30. Breakfast. This is it, I tell myself, as my heart settles in my throat. A young man brings in a silver tray, sets it quietly on the small table in the living room. I look at the tray, disappointed. It doesn’t look how I had imagined it. I expected it to be full of various objects, glasses, silverware, condiments, very elegant, where the ring box would sit hidden, to be discovered by surprise. Instead, the tray is simple: the two lidded plates stacked over one another. The box is going to be obvious. I sign for our meal and send the young man away.
I step quietly to the
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Personal Narrative Losing Weight
I know I should lose weight. It requires a lot of perseverance that I one time had and need to find again. Many of the reasons I should lose weight are very clear to me. I have read many articles and have heard what my doctor has told me. I lost over forty pounds about three years ago, unfortunately, I gained it back two fold when I was pregnant with my daughter. I still have not been able to get rid of this weight since she was born. Sometimes it causes me to get tired just from going to the grocery store. I also found out in September of last year that I have hypertension (high blood pressure) which effected my vision drastically by the
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My Holiday- Personal Narrative
This was the boarding day itself, the day which I had been dreading
for weeks but also ecstatic about. The day started early for me,
getting up at four in the morning due to the fact that I couldn’t
sleep that night. I felt mixed emotions as I was lying in bed, I was
extremely excited for my vacation to Hong Kong since it was going to
be my first ever holiday abroad. The fact that I would be flying on an
aeroplane as well also made me feel petrified. The thought of around
60 people on an aircraft approximately 8,000 metres above sea level,
on a plane that could catch on fire at any moment was absolutely
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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
At 07:00, I stumble across the landing, walking passed my mums and
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Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would
"make sure that the right parent looked after us." This was drilled
into me for weeks in advance along with the miscellaneous "I love you
more than Dad does" and " you enjoy living with me more than Dad,
don't you?" What Mum didn't realise is that children can see straight
through people like her so her ongoing effort to unbalance my opinion
just floated straight past me like a cloud. My brother, on the other
hand, had a tendency to make it seem as if he trusted every word Mum
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Personal Narrative - Father
A sudden change in colour had awoken me. Orangeflashed over my
eyelids. I squinted, this light is what disturbed me. As I gradually
widened the gap for my eyes to peer through, I noticed that a streak
of radiant orange had appeared through a slit between the curtains
that had obviously not been properly drawn together.
The curtains seemed to be a fair distance away so I opted for the
easier alternative. I twisted my body so I now had my back to the
window. I tried to get back to sleep, but I could feel the intensity
of the suns rays on my shoulder that had broke through into my room.
Annoyed at this, I turned once again
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Personal Narrative - Lasting Love
I had never made biscuits and gravy before. The blessings of having a good cook as a Mom were abundant, but alas, I never did learn the many techniques that wonder woman possessed. My repertoire included: peanut butter cookies, a deliciously heated can of Pork n Beans, and Rice Krispie treats that were always too crunchy. But, Joseph wanted biscuits and gravy, so that is what Joseph got.
His sister told me the recipe over the phone. Joseph had called her up long distance and gruffly demanded that she rattle off the legendary gravy recipe that their mother used to serve. She did so, and I obediently jotted down every word. The directions seemed
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Personal Narrative - Contemplating Death
"Then, just like that, she was gone. I couldn’t hold back the tears, and I don’t think my sunglasses hid them well. I’ve gotten used to my emotions and I only let it all out when they can’t be stifled, so you know this wasn’t a sigh-I’m-gonna-miss-her moment. The sunshine and warm breeze of Friday afternoon was frustrating; dreary, cold, typical-March days are fitting, appropriate for feeling this way, and how nice it was outside was a slap in the face. I later recalled how just a year prior I reversed the phrase A sunny day is no match for a cloudy disposition on a day like this one. I thought I was okay with everything, so what was it that
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Personal Narrative- Suicide Aftermath
Some thoughts sneak into our mind without our knowledge, and some thoughts are already in our mind without our knowledge. Music either triggers this knowledge, or it draws the already present knowledge to the surface. For example, this morning was like any other morning. I got up, made the bed, fed the dog, and brushed my teeth while she ate. I got dressed and took her potty after putting on the same blue leash I have put on her every morning since she was a puppy three years ago. Standing in the morning sunlight while she sniffed for the perfect spot, my mind was free of thoughts, or so I thought.
When she finished with her morning ritual, I
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Personal Narrative: Norm Violation
No Works Cited
The Norm Violation that I performed took place in six different places, but mostly in the same environment. The Violations took place in Sayreville, New Brunswick, North Brunswick, Hazlet, Marlboro, and Matawan. You may now be asking yourself, what is in these towns that perform the same function? It could be a Police Department, Fire Department, a Food Market, a Burger King or even a Car Dealership. Well let me tell you that if you guessed any of these you were close but you didn't pin the tail on the donkey. The setting for my Norm Violation took place at several Movie Theaters in Middlesex and Monmouth Counties.
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Personal Narrative: Social Conflict
It would have been easy to resolve had either one of us wanted to end the squabble. Looking back, it is unbelievable to me that I acted the way I did. Again and again the situation runs through my mind, unveiling new ends to the argument. It was a perfect example of similar scenes playing themselves out all over the world - the most basic level of social conflict we have, the easiest to resolve.
I'd challenge anyone to speak out if he or she has not argued over trivial matters with his or her loved ones and closest friends. These relationships cannot be broken, just like a coastline never really disappears, even though both are subject to terrible
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Personal Narrative- Making Positive Changes
I have positive attributes and weaknesses as everyone else does. However, since I came from Peru to America, I experienced many changes in my personality from a shy girl to an independent, outgoing and friendly teenager. My strongest personal attributes are generosity, my spirit of collaboration and my perseverance to achieve any goals and overcome obstacles in my life. For example, when I was in Peru I used to go to a hospital to help children with disabilities. I used to visit them very often. I played with them so that they could forget for a while about their sickness. At the time I could make them happy and they enjoyed a nice moment
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Personal Narrative- Contributing to Society
I am one of those people that you’d probably term “normal”. I attend a normal school, I work at a normal job, I have a normal life. You wouldn’t single me out on the street: there is nothing remarkable about me, I am one of the many. So, what has someone like me got to say that would make any difference to this world? I haven’t fought the important socio-political battles of this century; I haven’t done anything that will be recorded in the world annals. Yet, I believe that I can contribute towards a healthier society.
We live in a world that has forsaken the value of small things and deems those who think like me, foolish dreamers who
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Personal Narrative- Soccer State Championship
On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.
From before day one, all our minds were set. This was the year to win a State Championship. I can’t exactly explain it, but right from the start I knew we were going to do it. I was never so sure about
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Personal Narrative- Holiday Baking Tradition
Traditions are reflections of beliefs, superstitions and the personality of a family. I stop short of saying that they are the soul of a family because my family can no longer celebrate these traditions, but the spirit of my family continues to be an integral part of my life, despite the distance that sets us apart. The soul of my family remains unharmed from the miles that deprive us of the opportunity to celebrate common traditions. Regardless of how far we are apart, there is one tradition that can overcome any lengthy amount of distance, and that is my Aunt Millie’s Cinnamon-pecan rolls.
People move away from their extended families
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Personal Narrative- Following God's Will
As James 2:26 tells us, faith without works is dead - part of living the Christian life is obeying God. God has given us many commands in His Word. Not only are there specific commands for all Christians, but God also promises to give Christians His Holy Spirit to guide us not only through various difficult experiences in our lives, but additionally in following God’s will.
God has commanded that everyone love Him first and foremost, above all things. He is our reason for living; only His Grace can and does save us from Hell. Second in importance to loving God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength, is loving your neighbor as yourself
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Personal Narrative- Victim of Robbery
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.
A little later that night someone entered my garage, which was so conveniently unlocked. They first rummaged through my dad’s van outside and I think they stole his coat, a tape and a few rolls of film. They also sifted through my mom’s car looking for something to steal, only to find a few motivational tapes. Surprising enough they passed those including one on
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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 "Sean I am not going over this again, it is late and I would like you to live until morning, so you need to go downstairs and get some sleep." he hung his head and went downstairs.
Sean decided to be rebellious and ignore the part where his mother
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Personal Narrative Knowledge is Bliss
Just a few days before I had to do this essay, my mom shared a story with me. In the middle of a Spanish lesson, one of her students asked her a completely unrelated question: Why do Mexican children always wear frilly dresses and slippers to the supermarket, and why do the men always crowd in the back of pick-up trucks to go to work? Although some of the students thought it was funny, my mother, of course, couldn't pass up this opportunity to respond and teach a more important lesson, interestingly enough, about stereotypes. She reminded me of our trip to Mexico some time ago and related those experiences to her students.
I was very young when I
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Personal Narrative My Sociological Imagination
In my words, Sociological imagination is a way for a person to look at their life as a result of their interaction with society. It can explain why a life is lived with way it is lived and all events, decisions, successes, and failures that have occurred. In my life I have encountered many situations, problems, opportunities and events. I can use my sociological imagination to examine these and figure out why I am the way I am and also why I have chosen to do certain things
When I was born, my father was in medical school. He was a practicing doctor by the time I was four and was the first person in southern California to get an MRI
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Personal Narrative I Quit Smoking
Everyone was starting to notice that I had a problem. My wife would ask, 'Are you O.K.?' as I hacked and coughed every morning. My friends would joke about how I would run short of breath just from walking to the car. My wallet was really talking to me! Somehow I managed to lose five or six dollars a day somewhere between home and the convenience store. But the only voice I would heed had to come from within myself. Finally one day it did.
I had been debating quitting smoking for the last few months. I would get very angry every time I went out to buy cigarettes because the prices seemed to change weekly. Every week there was a new tobacco
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Personal Narrative: Self Personality Assessment
After completing the assessment exercise I have been able to carefully my personality. The exercise consisted of an evaluation of four areas: Locus of Control, Personality Type, Stress Reactions, and Learning Styles.
Based on the test results my locus of control is external. According to our text, Individuals who fall into this category do not believe that their future is within their control. They believe that it is more influenced by external forces. I agree somewhat with this assessment of myself. Although I also feel that some portions of our lives can be influenced greatly by our own inner desires and motivations. My
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Personal Narrative: White Water Rafting
I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.
I recall in vivid detail the scenery around us as we embarked on our perilous journey down the Nantahala. We arrived at the drop-off point in the early afternoon the next day. The sweet smell of fresh pine trees was floating in the air and a soft midsummer breeze was
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My First Love-Personal Narrative
I once jumped off a two-story building just to prove how much I adored a girl. At the early age of eight, I have to admit that I was already a kid full of hormones. I have always known that I am attracted to the opposite sex. I love being around them, but I was always too shy to express my feelings towards them.
Sandra was the kind of girl that any guy would fall in love with the minut he laid his eyes on her. Like a goddess, she had long silky hair, big sparkling eyes, and the most luscious lips. The first time I saw Sandra was on the first day of my first grade. I was immediately attracted to her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever
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Personal Narrative- Destruction of Nature
If you ever get a chance to visit Chaco Canyon National Monument in New Mexico, you should take the time to just stand in the desert and listen. The silence in this place is physical; you can feel it surround you. This is a silence with depth and layers that are unbroken even by the wind, which moves through emptiness and speaks only in occasional sighs through the canyons. The air itself is very clear—the lack of humidity gives the cliffs and buttes sharp lines, and the colors of the earth, though muted, stand in stark relief to the blueness of the sky. Night comes gradually to this place. The height and dryness of the air allows the stars to
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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 secretary directed me to a room off to the right, which turned out to be a library. I sat down at a long table filled with about a dozen miniscule chairs where I sat, albeit uncomfortably, and awaited instruction. A man was sitting at thins table
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Things I Carried-Personal Narrative
I was carrying my whole life with me, as I walked towards the aircraft. I was carrying two suitcases, filled mainly with clothes and books. I know they were less than 20 kilograms because that was the permissible weight. I could not feel their weight as they were on the trolley. I had a backpack on my shoulders. It contained some eatables, some clothes, a novel, some magazines, a portable CD player, some CDS, a deck of cards, and an inflatable pillow. I was well prepared for my long flight. In my hand I carried as brown leather case containing my passport, visa, and all other personal documents and papers. If I were to lose that case, technically I
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My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My
very first memory takes me back to my very first house, a substantial
s0mie- detached house situated in the heart of Hartford.
I was probably about six years old and so was my sixth Christmas. I
have a vivid memory of waking up very early in the morning, staggering
into my parents’ bedroom and literally dragging them out of their bed.
I then progressed onto forcing them to follow me down the stairs, and
as I reached the
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Clash with the Hurricane- Personal Narrative
The sky darkened from the blue light sky, it turned suddenly to a dark
black gloomy sky hovering with a mist cloud. I walked back into the
car, seemingly it was going to pour down. Heavily, the wind blew. I
turned to shut the windows, but, as I looked closer out of the window,
huge clouds started fusing together which then created a huge immense
hurricane. I could not believe my eyes, a hurricane was coming our
way. I could not believe it, even though this was so dangerous and
could have many damaging effects to the environment and to
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Personal Narrative- Mother and Daughter Relationship
I am rummaging through a cardboard box full of pictures, looking for the perfect one to put in one of those sentimental Mother and Daughter word frames from Hallmark. Finally, a photo falls from the box, and I pick it up, knowing I have found what I am looking for.
It is a picture taken from spring of the year I was four. My mother is sitting on the couch in our living room and I am standing in front of her. The fabric of our couch is a beige and dark brown flowered print. The wall behind the sofa is covered with dark wood paneling. Mom, wearing a brown patterned dress, seems to blend into her surroundings. I am standing in front