Personal Narrative Essay

Pro bass fisherman Kevin Vandam was in 11th place with 40 lbs 4 oz the winner Brent Ehrler was in first with 60 lbs 5 oz. Kevin was facing grit right about now, So with 20 mins in the tournament left Kevin remained calm brought out his favorite rod and lure and hit a rocky bank with a crank bait. Kevin remains calm, doesn 't let the doubt get to him and buckles down and is ready to hit it hard because Kevin was on a good winning streak that he didn 't want to lose. first cast, lays a 6 lbs 6 oz large mouth moves him up to 7th with 47lbs he quickly removes the fish and whips his Black Mamba crank bait back out there, and as soon as the lure hit the water he sets the hook, this is unreal he brings in a 7lb 3oz largemouth. that moves him up

When swiftly the door the door opens with ease I run to the bell hoping that the fish had still been hooked.Letting out some line just so I could set the hook into the top or walls of his mouth, which I smoothly did...and I was hooked, hooked up to a huge fish I was hoping for Any ways, I have never hook a fish with the energy like this one. It was pulling me and my rod down into the whole. The rod surprisingly help up to the power of the fish. By the time I brought it to the hole it had been over ten minutes of pulling and jerking the with that fish to bring it to the hole that my brother had drilled twenty minutes before I had brought it there. Once the fish got close enough to the hole my Grandpa had grabbed it by the the outer skin of the gills to get it out of the eight inch hole which the fish barely fit threw

Ever been able to see through someone? In book Tangerine Paul, is a seventh grader that is nearly blind but he has this special ability to see things in his perspective and others. Meaning he sees what other people don’t. Edward Bloor, the author of Tangerine makes many different themes for each chapter. The most important theme in Tangerine is seeing the truth. Which is what Paul sees mostly all the time.

I was pulled in two directions when I was young. At age five, I joined a Chinese Martial Arts-Kungfu- class that stressed crisp and masculine moves. I also became interested in Huangmei Opera, a classical Southern Chinese opera much like Giacomo Puccini operas but emphasizes on female characters’ femininity with a touch of country music, at twelve.

As a student, I have grown in my skills for academic success by having to write an essay in my Honors English class. We’ve recently finished reading the novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and were told to write an essay about one of the given prompts. Before having to write this essay, I was struggling with the type of vocabulary and perspective, which was third-person, I was supposed to use. I had to find the right quotes from the book and explain in detail how they support the prompt, I felt that was the hardest for me. The words “I” or “me” weren’t allowed in the essay, unless they were in quotes. I never wrote anything without writing my thoughts on the subject. Also, the language that is used in the book made it even harder for me to understand what was really going on in the novel, which made the essay harder for me to write. This was the first time writing an essay like this, so it was difficult to me for that reason.

On Friday, October 16th John Etta Rasberry, my sister was driving to campus from student teaching at Pope Elementary when one of her front tires and the axles came apart, while attempting to make it to campus. At this time, I was at work. Away from my cellphone. John Etta called me several times, but I was unaware of the missed calls due to being at work. A resident’s from the community that witness the incident was kind enough to help her to get the vehicle towed from the street location, where the tire rolled off and the axle in the front of the vehicle came a loose. He was able to give her a ride to the school, where she was headed. I got off from work after 10 p.m. and immediately notified John Etta to figure out where she was located,

At the CIA, “Food Is Life” means that food is a major ingredient in your life. To others food might mean good taste, but to me food means so much more. Food is what I see, obviously eat, but most importantly, it’s what I think about all day. Food means everything to me and that is why I wish to enroll into the CIA because I know that I will find my success there.

Janie loved the conversation and sometimes she thought up good stories on the mule, but Joe had

There were four-foot waves, and it started pouring. We decided to go in for lunch. We went to the red roof inn, but when we got there they were closed, so we went to a different restaurant, it was delicious. When we were finished with lunch, we drove out of the bay and back to the place where we were fishing. When we got there we realized we were low on leeches, so we went back to the launch and got some more leaches from the small bait store. When we got back to the spot, we went fishing for another two hours and caught about five walleyes and a small mouth bass. After we were out of leeches again, we decided to head

out to Fred's cabin out in the middle of nowhere. When they get there it

One dark snowy day there was a boy named John Webb he was born in Morgantown West Virginia. He went walking with his friends Cole West and Stan Hunt so they started to walk down the hill. But they started to come upon a guy with a dark coat but you could not see his face and so the boys just kept walking but he kept getting closer. So, they decided to go back home then they realize that he kept getting closer and closer until he started to chase them but they couldn 't get up the hill so they tried and tried with all of their hearts to make it up the hill. But they all fell back down and as soon as they looked up he was there.

Swinging around a little point, with some 20 yards of line astern, before fishing a great while I felt a sudden movement at the spoon that was more like a crunch than a bite. It took only a second to give the rod a turn that fixed the hooks, and another second to discover that I had hung something. Scarcely had I tightened the line when the fish started. I do not know that I wanted to stop him, but I felt the line slip rapidly from the reel as though attached to a submarine torpedo. The first run was a long one, but the line was longer, and the fish stopped before the reel was bare. This was my opportunity, and I had the boatman swing his craft across the course, and, reeling in the slack line I turned his head toward the deeper water. Forty-five minutes of a pretty a fight as one could wish to see left my new acquaintance alongside the boat, and before he recovered his surprise the gaff was in his gills and the boatman lifted him on

It was Tuesday. The day we found it, it was exciting at first but soon it became a nightmare. Ben and I were hiking just a little outside Saint George in Utah. We had been hiking for about three hours already along the trail we hike at least once a year when we travel down here but this year we found ourselves off the beaten path in an unfamiliar area. Ben decided where we were at was a good stopping point. We put down our gear and decided to climb the wall about two hundred yards away for where we were standing, I regret that choice more than I can put into words.

They opened the door to their Shelter and ran up stairs. They started running up the street towards Jerry's house. When they get to Jerry’s house, Bill starts banging on the door.

I had waited till the last second. I was going to blow any second now. I can’t believe I let Jack use the bathroom before me! He needed to go, and I was trying to be nice. Screw being nice! I need a potty!