ipl-logo

Personal Narrative: Montreat, North Carolina

650 Words3 Pages

Montreat, North Carolina is a Presbyterian Youth Conference located in Black Mountain. We meet so many new people, we exchange opinions, and we share our difficulties. We become so much closer to our youth group, which for the week is referred to as our back-home group. Montreat is such a safe place. I know I can truly be myself whether I am with my friends or with strangers. There are many activities to do while at the college. We rock hop with our back-home group, which is just walking through the creek to a small pool. The pool is about three feet deep and everyone jumps off this big rock into the ice cold water. It was so cold when we got out everyone was steaming. We would also walk to the cafe in the middle of the campus called The Huck. While I was sitting …show more content…

One of the more memorable activities was when Alex, Dylan, William, Sam, Abbie, Greg, and I went to the Huck the first day. Alex wanted to go sit by the waterfall, so we all walked down to that area. Sam played his music and we all barely talked. It was so peaceful. Montreat is my favorite place in the world. It is a safe place where I can truly be myself without the fear of being judged. I make so many friends while I am there and they accept me for who I am. One of the friends that I made in my small group was talking about why Montreat was so great. He said, “We are all weirdos here, that’s what makes it great.” We all share our opinions and we talk about how we want to make a difference. This year the Thursday I was at Montreat, my grandfather passed away. I did not tell anyone until I told my small group after keynote, but I think people knew something was wrong. I was not as bouncy or happy as I usually was, and Sam kept asking me if I was okay. I told my small group about how my aunt had died last year, my uncle a few weeks ago, and then my grandfather the day before. I could barely get through a sentence without

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: South Florida

    1780 Words  | 8 Pages

    Time. 10:19 p.m. South Florida. The traffic light rests at red for an eternity, mocking me with its condescending gaze. I quickly turned my head both directions, not a car in sight for what it seemed to be miles.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Mt. Holly, NJ

    288 Words  | 2 Pages

    This quiet and quaint town known as Mt. Holly, NJ is where I grew up. Nestled in the outskirts of New Jersey’s capitol, is known for its small town charm and historic roots. Living here was the best years of my life. I grew up in a part of town that once housed the military families from Ft. Dix and McGuire Air Force Base, which is now known as Joint Base.

    Read More

  • Kanawha County-Personal Narrative Essay

    1068 Words  | 5 Pages

    It was an eerie and foggy time of morning when Mr. Foster began to wake up. He looked over at his TV and saw that there was a flash flood last night. The flood devastated most of Kanawha County and the Metro Valley. Because the flood was so sudden, people on the scene knew there would be casualties. Edward knew this would be mighty well for his business which just happens to be one of the only funeral homes in that area of Kanawha County.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Lakeview Playground

    62 Words  | 1 Pages

    When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Jonesboro

    608 Words  | 3 Pages

    Whenever my mom has company at her house, guests always ask about the plaque that hangs in the living room on the wall. It reads Championship Mvp, 14-0 season, Jonesboro Wildcats. My mom always smiles and says, “Ask Markus about it.” I don’t mind telling people about the championship game. It is after all one of my fondest memories playing sports.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Rock-Tenn

    448 Words  | 2 Pages

    I worked for goodwill. They contract out to other businesses to help disabled, special needs an felons. Sometimes it is hard for certain people in life to get jobs. It is called Rock-Tenn, they recycle trash. They ran the trash down a conveyor belt.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Franklin County

    365 Words  | 2 Pages

    What’s the purpose of friendship? Unfortunately, I was forced to learn this the hard way when I attended the ‘Virginia Aerospace Science and Technology Scholars’ Summer Academy over the summer of my junior year. The experience at the academy was unlike any other, but the challenge to make new friends was the most intimidating there than anywhere else that I’ve visited, especially at my own school. Yet, my school holds many of the common and well known people, such as teachers, that I could lean on for mental support, while at the academy had everything but Franklin County. What I meant by ‘but Franklin County’, I am actually referring to the wide varieties of different ethnicities and educational backgrounds that imploded into one single summer

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Where Are You In Beacon Hills

    133 Words  | 1 Pages

    no one have said anything for a while then Scott speaks up "where are you in Beacon Hills"when he asks the question he looks me right in the eyes "well like Jasmine told you, i went into a sleep like that before then woke up saying that we need to come here. but i never why or what i saw" when i talk i look at my heads "i saw you and your pack" i continue talking but now looking up at Scott "you were surround by death, i saw all of you dying. and i heard about you, how you had a pack but not alpha and that you had a human and a hunter. i couldn 't just let you die so i thought maybe if i came here i could help"

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Banks County

    194 Words  | 1 Pages

    During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Wyandotte County

    195 Words  | 1 Pages

    Hearing the sirens of the ambulance and from police cars growing up made me think about how I will continue to be afraid of an ambulance and police car sirens because Wyandotte County has a high crime rate and sometimes I thought about not evening stepping out of my house. Right at the moment that I step outside my house, I wouldn't know if I would come back. No ones life is guaranteed so throughout my high school years I was very strict on myself in regards to hanging out with people and with which people I can rely upon. From school, I went directly to my house because I thought it wouldn't be safe for me to be out especially in a Wyandotte County. I always had to have that in the back of my head because of the area I live in.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Getting Down To Nebraska

    531 Words  | 3 Pages

    Getting down to Nebraska was harsh and the trail was dusty. The children like me had to take care of the animals. Jim, Antonia and myself became really good friends after living next door to each other for a while and we do everything together. When I work, I help my dad to plant and harvest crops and hunt for food. We planted and harvested corn, potatoes, pumpkin, wheat, peas, carrots and tomatoes.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Valley Forge

    1538 Words  | 7 Pages

    As I peer through the thick smoke, reminding myself why I chose to come in the first place, I see a half dead man on the floor- begging for water. We don’t have enough food or clothes. There are very few of us left to fight against the redcoats. Even though on some days we are cheerful, we are starving and freezing. I am wondering if I should re-enlist or go back home.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Tallahassee Florida

    952 Words  | 4 Pages

    When I was a child the world never seemed to stretch beyond my home town Tallahassee Florida. Through my young eyes it was so massive and expansive that I couldn’t fathom the concept of their possibly being areas existing outside of it. Out of all of the areas of Tallahassee I was familiar with, I was familiar with my neighborhood the most. I lived in a reddish-brown brick house that had a dark Oakwood colored roof on it. Up until the mid-2000’s the house was very dark to the presence of dark colored paint on the house and was often covered by spiders.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Moving Away From A Home

    935 Words  | 4 Pages

    In the woods, we explored deer trails that made their way to the very back to a beautiful creek that ran through the thicket. There were small waterfalls flowing down and a water hole we would jump in for fun. The only downside were the

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative-Home

    1183 Words  | 5 Pages

    My story begins in Chicago, around Christmastime. Everyone was getting into the Christmas spirit and joy; everybody except for me. After not seeing them for a year, I was finally at my cousins’ house for my winter break. When I left for Chicago, I had a clear idea of what I wanted to do; however, my parents disagreed with me. My cousins, Aathavi(Aathoo), Aarna, and Arenya had all the fun in the world with my brother, my parents, and my aunt and uncle; on the other hand, I was working.

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: Montreat, North Carolina

Open Document