Personal Narrative Essay

Autobiographies, by definition are personal chronicles depicting the life of an individual, but what about truth? Is it acceptable to enhance reality and interweave a degree of creativity and imagination into the narrative to produce a more interesting and compelling story? These are all essential elements I considered when drafting the narrative. After all this is not my own personal experience. However, it is a creative enactment of a genuine tragedy. Subsequently, I used a variety of…

For my summative I want to create a two-part project that will include a comic book cover, and the first 2 panels that will teas what the story is about. In order to create this art piece, I will be using Mayfair paper cut in 7” by 9” s. This is because, the size imitates a common comic book size giving a real life feeling. Next I have decided to use Faber-castell and staedtler crayons as my medium. This is because it will allow me to create a neat look. I decided not to use acrylic or…

All my life I’ve struggled with not feeling fulfilled in Loveland, Colorado. I never feel truly inspired, motivated, or happy. Driving down 29th street for what feels like the 29th time that day, I look at the McDonald’s I’ve ate at since childhood, I watch all the less than intereging Honda Civics and Ford Tauruses everyone in Northern Colorado seems to drive, and I look at the drab Loveland High School building and I’m reminded of how much I hate everything it holds. Everything I see, I feel…

t was not until I lost everything I took for granted that I was able to find myself. For much of my life , like many teenagers I felt invincible , motivated by status and reward to find inner happiness. I was a risk taker fortunate that most of my risks panned out. This outlook shaped a path where I got involved in all that I could possibly do. I've always found joy through responsibility , leadership, academic success and social action. This joy never lasted , later I realized that the…

Its projected in 2014 a mass of 21.0 million student 's are to further their academic lives in American universities and colleges and I was one of the fortunate ones to choose to advance my educational experience. I entered this English Composition one course with the thought so long as I let the word 's flow out using a source which has been called a “Stream of Conscious” I wouldn 't have any difficulty. Only to learn the hard way that these form 's of writing are unacceptable. To add strain to…

Everyone has something they’re best at. Me, I’m particularly good at running away. I was unhappy. I knew I was unhappy and I knew I had been for a long time. I didn’t do anything about it. I sulked. Wallowed in it. Lived my life without any sense of peace or structure. You see, I don’t handle chaos well. And I’d let myself live in disarray until it built up inside of me and I was made of it. Eventually, I broke. I shattered in the way that a building does when a bomb goes off. I packed the…

Like a storm, my world has been shaky and damaged, but when it all comes down to it, in the end there will be a clear sky and maybe even a rainbow. Fights, divorce, prison, home, prison, house arrest, and amongst it all, the lies are all a part of my world. Everyone has their own little world, consisting of the people close to and around them, mainly consisting of their family. In my own little world I have my dad, my mom, my Grandma Janet, and my four siblings Erin, Lillian, Stevie, and my…

Beginning junior year, I occupied myself with the most constructive investment in my life. My daily routine was bland, but oddly hailed as the ultimate path to victory. I was learning in school, but the learning lacked meaning. Plot lines and mathematical formulas were unavailing ideas, which I tepidly regurgitated. I concluded that a life permeated with monotonous toil was not worth celebrating on my day of judgment. I was baffled by the amount of minds remaining idle and not questioning the…

Same View; Different Perspective Through this life, I have only ever seen one side of the story. everyday My eyes piece together a picture from first person experiences based on class, gender, and race. Therefore, I have the sole ability to pick and choose the setting, the characters, and also the plot. Yet, I cannot control the lives of those around me or see the story from their eyes. I am continuously missing perspectives that make the story feel fragmentary, but to me it is whole. To…

Africa, a continent made up of 54 different beautiful countries, which has very different characteristics and wealth. Cameroon, located in the center of Africa, is where I am from. I was born and raised there. I grew up with a lot of family around, but I am the only child of my parents. I am proud to say that I was raised by my family. They play an important role in my life, and who I am today. Growing up, I was taught values to respect, and beliefs to go by. These values and beliefs helped…