Personal Narrative: The Drive
Personal narrative The Drive I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.” The voice exclaimed. I groan loudly and roll over towards the wall. “Five more minutes” I mumbled. My mom says “up and at ‘em” and walks out of my room, down the hallway.. I get up, slowly dragging my feet across the floor as I walk to my dresser, got dressed in my favorite t-shirt and my most comfortable blue-jean short, grabbed my softest pillow and a fluffy blanket, then shuffled down the dark hallway
Personal Narrative: A Modest Proposal
86 Words | 1 PagesI have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
Personal Narrative: A Shot At Work
544 Words | 3 PagesLani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.
Personal Narrative: Lost In The Center Field
971 Words | 4 PagesIt was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
Personal Narrative: Goal Number One
1262 Words | 6 PagesGoal Number One I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically. It was a normal day for me. I was in eighth grade, and I was getting ready for school.
Personal Narrative: Soccer At Home
568 Words | 3 PagesI blearily rolled over and groaned, "Few more minutes, Dad. Please?" "Come on, get up!" I rolled out of bed as slowly as possible, then checked the digital clock next to my bed. It was 6:00, and on a Saturday, too!
Personal Narrative: The Monster
188 Words | 1 PagesThe Monster I run but i’m always found My feet never delay when hitting the ground The monster follows me day and night Always manages to give me quite a fright I ran and ran for years on end But somehow always ended up in the monsters den Roar it would and strut around Like a rooster it's squawk and sound Once again my feet hit the ground I met the monster again in its den But something changed
Personal Narrative: My First Surgery
517 Words | 3 PagesAs I lay in bed I hear my mom yell up at me to get dressed, it was time to go. As
Personal Narrative: What I Learned
673 Words | 3 PagesFor me, what I learned doesn 't necessarily come from the book or the actually content of the course, but rather from the individual exercises and writings. I 've learned more about myself than I was expecting. Granted, I have learned the content, but to me it 's more of a refresher with a few new terms and explanations, than learning a whole new subject. As I said, my biggest takeaway is what I 've learned about myself.
Personal Narrative-The Powerful
762 Words | 4 PagesThe cab driver doesn’t even raise his eyebrows when a teenage girl gets in his car and gives a long-distance address. He maintains a driving pace that 's seventeen miles over the speed limit. I decide that I like him. I 'm tired of looking at trees and I don’t feel like processing what happened today, so I dig out my book.
Personal Narrative-A Humorous Incident
1093 Words | 5 Pages¨ WAKE UP!¨ I screamed only on about the second step. ¨WE HAVE TO GO!¨ Only on about the fourth step now. My little sister slowly opened her door, her face looking like a demented frog... it´s her morning
Personal Narrative: The Five Strengths
629 Words | 3 PagesEveryone has their own strengths and weakness. According to the StrengthsQuest survey I have five great strengths (Clifton, Anderson, & Schreiner, 2006). These strengths for me are Context, Deliberative, Competition, Futuristic and Input. It was very surprising to see how the descriptions was on point. This paper will discuss how the five strengths contribute to my life past, present and future.
Descriptive Disneyworld
385 Words | 2 PagesI eagerly leap out of bed seconds after my mom comes in my room and tells me it is time to wake up. I notice no sunlight coming through my windows; in fact, there is no sunlight outside at all. I glance over to the digital clock sitting on my dresser and see that it is 3:30 A.M. On a normal summer night, I would probably just be falling asleep. But this is not a normal summer night.
Personal Narrative: My Trip To Southside Prison
956 Words | 4 PagesBeep, Beep, Beep, my alarm rang. I looked over and saw 6:30 in big red digital numbers. I got up out of my broken down bed and started my morning routine. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, then made my breakfast. My parents are usually awake by dawn so I went into their room to look for them.
Personal Narrative
627 Words | 3 PagesDriving up to Summerville Georgia for a weekend adventure, I look out the window to a wonderland of colored leaves. It is beautiful; it is Fall. My family and I were renting a cabin. When we arrived we went outside for some exploring, then headed to Walmart to purchase food for lunch. At Walmart my Mother told my Father, siblings and me to get microwave meals.
Personal Narrative: My Mom's Room
776 Words | 4 PagesI didn 't know where Mom, Mo or Aaron was, but someone had to be making the noise. When I reached mom 's door I stood still against the wall as if I was a statue because I didn 't know what I would see or what would happen once I entered the room. My heart pounded as I could hear the grunts getting deeper but the whining started to become
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