Personal Narrative: My Autobiographies In My Life

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Autobiographies sound like they could be potentially really boring in the sense that it’s easy to just ramble on about event after event with no real purpose. However, I plan to use my knowledge of this fine English language to make this the least boring autobiography ever. So where do I start? Well, I guess my life starts out like any other normal human being. I was born. I mean like, who wasn’t? Anyway, on March 9, 2000, at 7:54pm in New Milford Hospital, my life and this autobiography begin. After a little while on this planet Earth, I was discovering what my background and surroundings consisted of. I had two loving parents, four healthy grandparents, some aunts and uncles, a cousin, and no siblings. I had supposedly been an awesome baby, …show more content…
It was time for preschool, and at around the same time my mom started working at my grandfather’s bait & tackle store. Now the roads of 202 and 109 lead me to Washington, where I spent most of my preschool days. Going to preschool, 3 times a week, and helping my mom out at the store the rest of the week. Still, I was living the life. Then the preschool years were over, and my parents thought it would be beneficial for me to attend Rumsey Hall, a place my father graduated, in kindergarten. It was fun still, and it was only a minor expansion to my world. Life was cruising along as I advanced from kindergarten, to 1st grade, and on to 2nd grade, the last year before I would start to receives grades. But that was the least of my worries at the …show more content…
I was in my final year at Rumsey, and I was rocking it. I was a key part of three varsity sports, one of which my hard work earned me a starting spot over some of my surprised (and somewhat jealous) peers. I was also one of three students in my whole class to take all honors classes. I even peeked into my creative side and performed in a play, which was really fun. Now one would think Spring Break would be just as great as the rest of the year. Well it was the total opposite. Throughout all of this I, along with my peers, had applied to prep schools. And it didn’t go too well for me. It turns out the schools just didn’t think I was a good enough “investment”. Although I had the “grades, athletics, and personality to be a great prep student”, no one was willing to give me the financial aid I needed. Meanwhile, there were people pulling C’s with no athletic desire getting in to the very schools I applied for. This month of my life (with a little help from summer New Yorkers in my town) gave me a trait that I have to try to keep to myself. A hatred for ignorant rich

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