Personal Narrative Essay

Part one From my mid-term evaluation by my supervisor (Wayne Harris) I have learned that I am doing a great job here at Elizabeth City Pasquotank County Economic Development Commission. My job here at the internship is to build an accurate database of residential home sales in Pasquotank County. I also have done street survey on downtown vacancies. My strongest asset is that I am very punctual, reliable, and able to handle complicated data searches. In addition to that I have excellent…

Have you ever heard the term home is where the heart is? In the summer after my freshman year, I found this to be true. I encountered experiences that illuminated the value of time spent with family and how this creates a sense of home. My family and a few members of my congregation went on a mission trip to Duluth and Superior. We did a variety of things such as helping people in hunger stricken areas, working and arranging clothes in a woman’s shelter, and spending time with kids at…

Dirt from the branches and leaves I rammed through glued to the sweat on my forehead as it dripped down my face; it stung my eyes and blinded me as I ran through the maze of trees. Despite the pain, dirt wasn’t going to stop or slow my sprint from the scene I had just encountered. “Right at the river, left, straight,” I murmured to myself, looking down at the path of transparent blue rocks that my sister and I had laid down earlier this summer. We figured that if we ever couldn’t find our way…

There is nothing greater than helping your grandparents on their large ranch in the middle of Kansas. That was what I was thinking as I hopped on my grandmother Patrice’s horse named Watermelon. My mother told me, my grandparents owned a gigantic ranch, so I instantly wanted to come out and help them and learn how to care for cattle.. They had a bunch of cattle on their farm that they have to care for everyday. My mother decided to have me assist them with caring for their animals. Once I…

It was a dark gloomy night, rain drips slowly down my window as I awake in the hospital bed. I didn’t know how or why I was there, I tried calling the nurse. But no one answered, I didn’t know what was happening. The last thing I remembered was me and my partner getting shot at, trying to lock up a criminal for robbing a local gas station. I unhooked the machines from my arm, and tried to push open the door. But for some reason it wouldn’t even budge, after pushing the door with everything I had…

seemed peculiar. Scotty had made his way to the sandwich shop down the street. It appears he is with someone. Feeling timid, I pull over and approach Scotty. “Look, I’m sorry for accusing you the way I did earlier. I’ve just been going through some personal stuff lately, and I hope we can forget about what happened. How about I pay for your meal? My name’s Euripides. Euripides Napier.” “Aren’t you the son of Aitor Napier?” Scotty replies. The man sitting across from him looked up from his…

I was eight and in California visiting with my vegetarian grandparents. We were being seated in a vegan restaurant for a late lunch. Tucked inside the glossy menu was a printed brochure regarding the meat industry. I stared at the cow on the front, its big brown eyes staring out at me. I scanned the pamphlet and read the information about the cruelty in the food industry. I was presented with pictures of chickens hanging by their feet and pigs in squalid conditions. This one singular moment…

As Wanda set down baby Tony, she gave him a kiss on his forehead and whispered, “I will save you, she will save you.” As I hear my basic ring tone go off, I get up from my bed and I pause the loud music. When I pick up my phone I see that Tony’s mom is calling me. Which is very common so I casually answer it. “Hey Mrs. Williams!” With a shaky voice she says,“Hi Lexi, something has happened to Tony.” She can’t spill out the words. My body goes numb, I freeze and my heart skips a beat. I…

When growing up, just about every child has some grandiose yet profoundly naïve dream for themselves, be it an astronaut, cowboy, the president, or even the regional manager of a gas station. I, of course, was no exception to this rule; much to my mother’s disappointment, my dream was to be a rock star. The idea of being on stage wowing crowds of people thrilled me immensely; however, even as a child, I understood this dream of mine to be incredibly unlikely, which made my moment of playing a…

“Failure always comes before success,” that’s what they all say, but in my case, it was never like that. Some are great in basketball, and some are experts in chess, but for me, it was public speaking. I loved it, it was what defined me, what made me feel confident. When I was in preschool, I went to my first poetry recital. It was only reciting a four lines of “Humpty Dumpty”, and I pretty sure I pronounced half of the words wrong, the experience was exhilarating, and ever since then, I was…