ipl-logo

Personal Narrative: A Trip To California

222 Words1 Page

One chilly night in late November as my family and I were eating dinner, my mom and dad told my sister and I they had very exciting news. I couldn’t image what it could’ve been. A pet dog? A trip to California? I had no clue! After their long pause they finally said that we were going to Mexico! A bunch of questions started coming out of my sister and I. Like “When are we going?”, “What are we going to be doing there?’, and so many more. As they answered are many questions, we listened attentively. Fast forwarding to April as we were getting ready to leave to the airport, excitement and nerves rushed through my body. When we got to the airport we hurried to security, then to a terminal where we waited. After a couple of minutes

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: San Diego

    109 Words  | 1 Pages

    I was born on a Navy base in San Diego a little before two in the mourning. I am the youngest with two older sisters Shauna and Cassie. We basically lived two-thirds of our childhood on military bases stationed throughout the United States of America. My father being in the Navy meant we moved a lot I have lived in New Orleans, Pensacola, and San Diego and finally we settled in Tomball, Texas which is thirty minutes away from Houston. I went to a lot of different schools during my childhood an sometimes we would move before the year is up which made it difficult for me in school.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Coming To Cal

    218 Words  | 1 Pages

    Coming to Cal was great for me because it was the first time I had found a real LGBTQ community. Growing up I always moved schools so most of my friendships were fleeting and upon settling for high school the Gay Straight Alliance club was extremely small so coming to Cal provided a great sense of community and belonging. The summer before my first fall semester, I took a few classes to get a feel for the campus which ended up coinciding with Obergefell v. Hodges and SF gay pride which is where I made a lot of friends. Whether it is going for drinks in the Castro, dressing up for the Folsom street fair or going to social events at Oscar Wilde, Cal has provided an amazing sense of acceptance and a safe space. During the spring semester, I preformed

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Off To Tahoe

    435 Words  | 2 Pages

    Off to Tahoe One day when I was visiting Tahoe my mom called a family meeting and she said we were all as a family going to move to Incline Village. I started crying on the inside but on the outside I was showing much exitement. I felt really sad but I didn’t want to disappoint my mom so I never told her.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The United Sates

    542 Words  | 3 Pages

    Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Growing Up In California

    305 Words  | 2 Pages

    Growing up in California, my whole life has been around farming and like many others, it’s how I make a living. It’s now been at least a year, living through the Dust bowl and many people have migrated to California with the hope of surviving this crisis. Keeping my crops has become a struggle and that's what most people including me depend on. I am lucky enough to be able to pay my mortgages even though I’m not able to keep the land with the help of family. It’s practically impossible.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Oakland

    364 Words  | 2 Pages

    Last Sunday, I went on the fieldtrip to Oakland to gain a view of the gentrification reality there. Initially my friends were all amazed why I would go there since they had thought there was a dangerous place to visit. Prior to the trip, my impression about Oakland is a city with a longer history than those in south bay, since I noticed there was a Chinatown which was a product of the immigration wave happened centuries ago, and those Cantonese immigrants called Oakland “二埠” (the second port besides San Francisco). After I arrived there, I realized that Oakland was not only a city preserved history but also a wonderland of racial diversity. According to what I learned from the lecture, Oakland was once had its own structure of what kinds

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The Day I Moved To Sacramento

    782 Words  | 4 Pages

    The Day I Moved to Sacramento It was the last three days of school but the last one for me, I was moving away from San Bruno. This is a story about my last day in San Bruno. The first time I moved there I thought it wasn't very nice and stuff because it looked Very Ghetto Things were old and just trash and stuff everywhere, there were a lot of Gangs and stuff like that, but I think I was there for about 4 or 5 years. I went to a school called Parkside Middle school there was a 6th grade , 7th , and an 8th grade at the school.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: America

    192 Words  | 1 Pages

    America          You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' '

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Trip To New Mexico

    435 Words  | 2 Pages

    We were on our way to New Mexico to visit my grandparents. At this time, I lived in Texas so it was not that far and they lived by the state line of Texas, the North West side of Texas. It always took us about four hours to get there but this trip was a little different. We were in tornado season so you know where this is going it could have been like two and a half hours. Then we hear on the radio a tornado alert luckily there was a rest point with a gas station so we stopped and went inside I was only like nine years old but remember this day.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Moving To Fresno

    811 Words  | 4 Pages

    “I’ll come back to visit sometime,” is what I am obligated to tell to every single one of my friends I made. Since I was young I never had trouble making friends, but keeping them was a challenge to me. It wasn’t because I was mean or because I didn’t want friends, it’s because I moved around a lot when I was younger. I was born in Fresno, California, but then I moved to Mexico at a really young age so I was raised there until I was five years old.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Trip To San Diego

    711 Words  | 3 Pages

    It was a sunny day, the sun is high up in the sky and I woke up with a smile on my face, I remembered that we are going on a trip to San Diego. My mom woke up early in the morning to make breakfast for the family. The breakfast for that morning was an egg with sausages and bacon, those foods were my favorite breakfast foods.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Goals In California

    574 Words  | 3 Pages

    Growing up in Compton, California was difficult in terms of goals. I could set high goals to achieve, but the reality of my lack of resources would still pull me down. In middle school I was an excellent student whose hard work earned praise from teachers. However, this praise meant little to me since I was also aware about my community’s underachieving schools.

    Read More

  • Narrative Essay On A Snow Storm

    1342 Words  | 6 Pages

    The cold winter wind smacked me in the face as I ran out of my house with my six month puppy named Hunter. I brought him to the car which had a thin sheet of snow covering the top of it. As my dad brushed off the snow my two sisters Krista and Kaitlyn ran out of our house and into the warm car. As my sisters took their seats in the back of the car we were all impatiently waiting for my dad to clean off the car. As we waited we all stroked Hunters soft white fur that was located on his back.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: On The Road

    1725 Words  | 7 Pages

    Part Two On the Road Day 1. Santa Monica, California. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is crazy.” I announced.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Visit To Chino Hills

    809 Words  | 4 Pages

    Although only a couple of hours away from where I live, I never had the chance to visit Chino Hills. Recently, though, a good friend of mine moved out there for work. Kevin got a job with a freight shipping company, so I found a good reason to visit the city, at last. I never knew things will take an interesting turn on my forthcoming meeting with my old friend.

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: A Trip To California

Open Document