Life Goals In the essay “The Storyteller”, Sandra Cisneros describes how her identity was shaped by goals that she had for herself. Starting from a young Cisneros dreamt about living in her own silent home that fitted her taste. Years later after coming home from college she still had the dream of living on her own and also with a career goal of becoming a writer. Cisneros determination to follow her dreams was strong, however, her father’s did not agree with the dreams and even had a different idea of what he wanted for her.
Narrative Rough Draft The hardest part of my daily routine, was the time when I knew I needed to start my homework, but I really just wanted to keep watching shows on netflix. The only problem was the voice in my head that was always telling me “ Don’t worry about your homework just yet.” and “ But since this last episode ended on a cliffhanger, I have to watch the next one to see what happens.” Most of the time I was able to ignore this little voice and do what I know I had to do, but somedays it was harder. I decided to continue procrastinating for another episode.
One day Timmy found beans that were magic, they jumped all over the place. He tried to plant one, but it just popped out of the ground, and jumped right into his mouth, and he accidentally swallowed it. The next day he turned white sparkly the next day his arms and legs fell off he felt very weird and was freaking out, and the next day after that he formed into a complete bean, he felt scared and frightened. Then he couldn’t talk or stand he was a bean.
“Why me?” I asked myself. I had been working harder than anybody else I knew; I trained all year long, I would stay an hour longer at practice than my other teammates, and I would even have double practices a few times a week (one at school and one with my club coach). I was so discouraged, not just one meet but two meets in a row I was unable to clear any
The events of the past few months were twisted around my ankles and dragged around their weight wherever I went. My friends were enjoying the beginning of the school year without me, and the discouraging weakness that comes with
One day I woke up and got ready for school then I remembered it was the baseball tournament. So I grabbed my bat and glove and went to school. At the end of the day,it was hufflepuff vs gryffindor it was a good game 11 to 2 that was the semi finals we played hard they did to ,did we played harder the finals were in two weeks but we had sweet victory tell the finals.
Bridger Haffey Narrative for US101 Throughout the course of this class I have come to realize that involvement and participation is essential to my success in this course. Not only is participation a large amount of my grade, but it is also a means to understanding the material that we discuss in class. Personally, I learn best when I ask questions and get involved in finding connections between themes and ideas. This is not only true for discussion, but also for classes like calculus where it is very easy to fall behind unless I am fully engaged.
In Weaponized Narrative is the New Battlefield, Brad Allenby and Joel Garreau explain the threats of weaponized narratives to national security. “Weaponized narrative”, or known as propaganda, has been around for ages. Everyone wants to hear a good story, so people tend to believe anything they read just to get a thrill. Allenby and Garreau describe them as “pattern-seeking storytelling animals.”
Baseball Narrative In 1985 the Royals took the crown against the Saint Louis Cardinals in the World Series, and it happened again in 2015 against the New York Mets. On a breezy night in November, my family was watching game 5 of the World Series. Throughout innings 1-5 nobody had scored yet, so the score, I guess, was looking alright. “Kaylea guess what!”
Remembering the Alamo through Master and Counter Narratives Introduction Throughout my education, I have learned about many historical events, heroes, and social issues within history. As I got older, I started to realize that many of my textbooks seemed to repeat the same stories. I decided to visit the Alamo museum in San Antonio, Texas, and take note of the master narratives and the counter narratives being represented in the museum about this significant event. Master Narrative
Making History It was a dreary Friday for the Conroe High baseball team. After a devastating loss to Montgomery the Tuesday before, none of us were looking forward to tonight's game against College Park. It was evident that Conroe had never beaten College Park because they reminded us every time we played them.
A few years ago, I met a stranger in a far away land named Leslie Squatpump. We first saw each other at a local paintballing park. He was always jealous of my skills, and every time we played against each other I always beat him. After one game he asked me if we wanted to be friends and if I ever wanted to hang out I could go to house. We hung out for a while and got to know each other.
My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit.
“Look out!” cried Sadie before everything went black. I always been horrible at baseball. Playing in gym was the worse. I always just stand in the outfield doing nothing.
The day before the Regatta Hobart, Australia A young man of near eighteen years old walked out of his bedroom of the apartment that accommodated him alone and waltzed progressively across his lounge room carpet to an antique gramophone wearing only what he had worn when he came into this world. He lifted the needle and placed on a record that he had slipped from its cover. Replacing the needle, he rotated the handle for the turntable to spin.
