Personal Narrative: Drafts of my Writing Essay
students I’ve ever taught.”
Actually, the last quote doesn’t quite fit here, but it remains one of my favorites and I slip it in at every opportunity.
All of this warm and toasty stuff would be a lovely place to leave my story, however, there is more. Layered in warmth though I have been, should the wind blow, should the softest breeze stir, my teeth begin to chatter, my lips turn blue and my hands shake so hard I can’t seem to hold a pen. This is the part I hate, despise, anticipate with anxiety