Personal Narrative: My Comp

Everyone needs to struggle in order to preform better. Writing has always been a strength of mine, but I found it a challenge to move from the high school, six-paragraph essay format that I had grown accustomed to. Throught the course of this semester, I was able to acquire many different skills in ENG 1101 that have helped me transition into more complex writing. These include various writing techniques, MLA formatting, writing for purpose, convincing my arguments and finding and properly using sources. The portfolio I have submitted is comprised of three works of writing that I completed for ENG 1101 over the last three months.

I struggled to write essays and stories because I focused too much on what I thought my English teachers wanted to hear me say, instead of what I actually thought. I dreaded thinking about senior year English because I knew that meant boring paper after boring paper, but the summer before my senior year started I read the book Milk and Honey. At first I found the story to be very dark and depressing, but when I got to the last section of the book, the healing, I realized that she was telling her life story. I decided to go back and read the book from the beginning, but this time I saw the book as if I was standing next to her has she went through these experiences and I couldn’t put the book down, her story intrigued me. Rupi Kaur taught me that it is okay to tell people how you really feel and share with them those personal

One piece of writing I can 't seem to forget was a nonfiction piece explaining the life of any animal of your choosing. I wrote about clown fish after watching Finding Nemo for the first time. I couldn 't stop thinking about a really silly fun fact about the genders of clown fish. This was the first time I presented something I wrote to a class and it was well received causing me to be motivated to write more. One thing that made me sad but didn 't hinder me was my piece for my elementary school newspaper.

I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened?

Rationale I chose to write my autobiography through traditional prose because I think it is the most suitable medium for writing my memories in a creative way. At first, I had planned to write my different memories using the ‘Memory Box’, but when we read ‘Roald Dahl Stories’ I had felt like this is the medium that I liked most. It was very inspiring because it had a lot of creative language use. The traditional prose was a bit easy to write as it gave me a lot of opportunities like, writing creatively, show vs tell use which the memory box didn 't have, and also speech use. I hoped to let the reader understand my memories using a creative way, and how each one of them has impacted my life in some way.

You don't realize how easily little things turn into big things until after you wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's finale announce itself on the T.V. upstairs. I packed in what was left on my plate, thanked my parents for food, and excused myself from the table to throw my dishes in the sink that was piling high with dishes. I dashed to the stairs and hit the first step before my dad began to interrogate me with questions about school and other things that had not involved my show that was now beginning without me. I gave him words of assurance and darted for the couch.

Taking different English and writing classes has allowed me to write different types of papers. One paper that can be very challenging is the personal narrative. There are certain requirements that you must follow; each paper is different depending on who assigns it. When I am assigned to write this type of paper, usually it is dreadful to start and accomplish. This type of paper should just be removed from college writing courses.

My journals range from various topics but they are always my favorite pieces of writing. Another piece of writing I am very proud of, was my research paper from English 10. We were allowed to write about whatever topic we wanted, as long as it was appropriate of course! I chose a topic that I take very sincerely. Although abortion

English Composition I has truly been a tremendous educational experience for me. At first, I did not want to take the class, but the counselor persistently suggested that I take the class. I wanted to take English 4, but the counselor believed in me and continued asking me to take the class. Before I knew it, I had signed up for the class. When I first began my journey in English Comp.

Listen my grandchildren, to the story of my past, the good and the bad, how your grandfather and I met, and the cruelty of the world around us.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.”

"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported."

Six months ago today was like many other days. I could wake up earlier in the morning and Skype or called my mom over the phone in Africa for at least 20minute every day because she was all I got and my motivation. We could talked over the phone about my future and how she could attend my graduation in the year 2016. I was so excited after 6years I could finally see my mom again and not on any occasion but on my graduation day. She could be granted a visa from Sierra Leone to come see me graduate. Prior to the spring semester I had a good fall semester and I was really happy because my mother was proud of me being the only son to attend a university. I had just moved out of my adopted parents’ house with other friends who I trusted too, because

It was a nice hot summer day in Denver, Colorado. Was on my way to my friend Lula’s house, haven’t seen her in a few years. We went to elementary school together and we were in student council together. I slowly got out of the leather seat in my mom's white car. “Bye mom, I love you. See you mañana.” I wave as she waves back. I close the door behind me and as she drives away.