Personal Narrative Essay

It all started on a wednesday morning it was a good day at school there isn’t to much talk about. So when school ended i rode the bus home like usual I got dressed up and went to football practice. When I got there i got a strange feeling like if my gut was trying to tell me something so I ignored it and to the locker room and i just remembered that it was going to be the first day of full pads so i put on my pads nervously put them on and bamm I walked out and went to the practice field. So…

A subtle twitch of the jaw muscles. Or large rows of teeth showing, much like a third grader's on picture day. I believe in a smile. On November 11, 2005, I was smiling as my plane soared 40,000 feet up in the air. At the time, I was filled with dreams of life in America. I aspired to prove myself to this nation for giving me the opportunity to become one of its residents. A wide grin took over my face the first time I entered our apartment. Although it was a modest, single room residence, it…

Did that really just happen? “Come join us at soccer tryouts next Friday at the main field after school!” read the big, white flyer which I had picked up previously in the week after hearing about this eye-opening news during morning announcements. I was sitting on the bench outside reading the details as I waited in line for the person whose reaction I was most anxiously waiting to see. As a 5th grader, my first instinct was to alert my mom right away, which is exactly what I did as soon as I…

May, 2017, my parents divorced. I was shocked but even more than that, confused. Every family argued so why couldn’t mine overcome this hardship? Why did my Mom never tell me she had this thought? When they told me I calmly said “I understand, and I hope this will make you both happier”. That night I cried under my covers so my brother wouldn’t hear. At that moment the worst thing that could happen was if my brother heard me crying. All I could think about were my brothers. With these thoughts…

When I woke up that morning, “My stomach was turn almost like someone pressing on it.” “Maybe because it just the feeling that way because I had to go school.” For the last year of school Jeff has been bully me. I think is is the only one who not like my cape and mask. THe cape and mask is the from my birthday I got it from my parents. THat was the best things I ever got. That is the only gift I ever want and will ever want to have. And this birthday has been the best thanks to my parents. As…

And this is the room where it happened. It all started 7 years ago on a gloomy summer day in Grand Rapids, MI. At the time, I was 11 years old and quite innocent, seeing I was so young. On June 23, I was walking home from the park while my mom was at work. On my way back on the old, cracked sidewalk, I heard voices from the alley nearby. So being the curious little kid I was, decided to see what all of the commotion was about. I quietly sneaked back farther and farther, until I could see the 5…

Ready for an adventure, I woke up early that rainy morning in mid-August. Last minute preparations and the long road trip ahead of us left me feeling anxious and excited all at the same time. I had been waiting for this trip to North and South Dakota for months now and I was starting to get impatient. The minute my family climbed into our massive rental car, my mood brightened up tremendously. I was ready to take on the long ride ahead of us. During the road trip there was never a dull moment.…

English Writing When you are young you dream of your perfect life. The perfect guy, the perfect best friend, the perfect everything it never happens. When I was in fourth grade I would say, my parents changed how I viewed love. Even if you fight sometimes and get on their bad side it does not mean they do not love you and care for you. It all changed when they decided to separate and get back together. I thought you were supposed to marry someone and be with them forever and that is just what…

Every night starts out the same. My dream and I. I hear all the voices of my classmates, yelling, laughing, and most of all, harassing me. ‘Loser’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Four Eyes’, ‘Know it all’, all of those words. Sometimes, I end up with bruises at the end of the day. I saw dark shadows overrule me, taking everything I've wanted and dreamt about. I woke up with sweat on my face. My heart, beating so fast out of my chest. The fan, blowing loudly. I looked over at my original alarm, and read 2:45 A.M. I…

I sat there in the hard seat of my desk and waited patiently. The scent of Lysol was overwhelmingly powerful in the room, but I knew by the third week it would be overpowered by the smell of musty children and chalk dust. I could not wait for my new teacher to saunter up to me, eyes full of admiration, and give me my paper. I had worked hard on it for nearly two months during the summer prior to this new school year. Looking around the room at my new classmates, it was easy to tell who had done…