Personal Narrative-The Sooper Dooper Looper

I raced to the Top Thrill Dragster with my heart pounding in my chest like I was sprinting to my doom; the scary, horrible Dragster was standing tall before me. My heart was pounding hard in my chest now as my mom and I slowly entered the short line. I am a true daredevil at heart but even this started to intimidate me. My mom usually likes rollercoasters but not the Dragster.

Just when we got up close to the front my heart started beating a mile a minute. I was scared, I wanted to go back and not do this. Though I knew waiting 2 ½ hours couldn’t be for nothing so I rode the coaster. It was extremely fun and fast. I loved

Up until I was 12 years old I was absolutely terrified of roller coasters but during the summer before sixth grade I decided to face that fear. I stood on the sidewalk in front of the monstrous blue object with carts speeding back and forth. I heard the screams of many people as they fell towards the ground. The cart sped above me making a roaring sound. The water sprayed up behind them as the ride was finishing.

We started that jam-packed day with the Batman rollercoaster. The coaster was amazing with its numerous loops, twists, drops, and confrontational speeds. Coasters have never bothered me with heights. After enduring quite a few of rides, it was almost the end of our day. We made our way into the last section of the park and there it was: the most horrific ride of them all.

One summer day my friend, family, and I traveled to Carowinds.sAs we embarked on our vacation, we soon discovered that the trip was extremely lengthy. Upon arrival at the park, we heard the shouting of the kids as they were enjoying the rides.cx After entering the park we darted towards the largest roller coaster there. The first problem we encountered was our fear of riding roller coasters.cdWe began to feel the thrill as we went down the first ramp and no longer had fear. The best part about the whole day was experiencing the thrill as you enjoyed the ride. Finally, we ended the day by eating out and traveling home.

The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true! I’ve learned enough to get this far!” The goblin smirked and said slyly, “Prove it then puny human! If you do, I will let you pass and have the treasure down the path.” I considered this for a moment, realizing that I would most definitely impress him with my development and gain of knowledge so far on my quest. “Fine!” I shot back. “Ask me any questions about my academic progress. And I’m sure by the end of this encounter, I will be on the other side of you claiming my well-earned reward.” I could see the goblin was troubled by

Everyone was so excited except for me. We went to a roller coaster. I told my mom that I was scared but she told me to try it and I did. And now I’m not scared of roller coasters anymore.

My cousins said they wanted to go on a really fast roller coaster, so I followed them to go in the line. It was called sky rush. I really didn’t want to go on and we were next. Once the people came off my stomach was filled with butterflies. My older cousin Maria who is 26 said you don’t need to go on, if you want

You get pushed down a worn wooden uphill path; shoved, kicked, and punched to get to an unknown destination. You look back at your family, but they’re at the bottom of the high incline, they leave you to fend for yourself. You feel every blow as you board a strange abandoned looking roller coaster, you board and suddenly a blind fold covers your eyes and your off before you can get buckled down. You start with a gasp, speeding through the rickety track fast and can’t slow down the rapid travelling cart as you fly up and down, hitting your head and body on each turn of the seemingly never ending track. Your family shouting from below tries to catch everything you drop and tries to help, but they don’t feel the blows, they don’t know the stress of the unknown, they don’t know how to help.

My family talked so much about how they loved the ginormous roller coasters. When I was little, the thought of heights raises an alarm, I still catch a funny feeling in my stomach when I look at how high the contraptions are. I had to tell myself multiple times that I've done it before and I could do it again. It began when I walked into the park and my eyes

I was waiting in line at the Rockin Roller Coaster at Disney World, and I had butterflies in my stomach. The line was so long and when people got off they looked very shaken. The tunnel that led inside of the Rockin Roller Coaster was really dark inside, and the music was really loud. When I was waiting in line I really wanted to tell my mom and dad that I did not want to ride the ride anymore, but instead I said, “Have you ever ridden the Rockin Roller Coaster before?”

I 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.

Lani: 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. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.

Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.

Every Moment Counts I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in the world, why did it have to be her?