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Lessons learned from writing a personal narrative
A personal narrative
Personal Narrative
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December 3 2015 was the Newton Railers seventh grade basketball team second away game. I was waiting all day for the basketball game it seemed like the day was endless. Finally 2:50 came up on the clock to let me know it was time to leave class and get ready to get on the bus. I got all my gear and got on the bus. I put my headphones on a got pumped for our game.
Hi Yasna, It 's Samantha, the associate you interviewed Friday for sales lead. Sorry for the extremely late email, this is the first chance I 've gotten to write you. Today I went by Children 's Place at Eastridge, and spoke with Diana. You had asked me to see what I noticed that was different from Eastridge and Valley Fair, and the first thing that I noticed when I walked in was how much smaller the store is compared to Valley Fair. I also noticed how there is less traffic coming through at Eastridge then there is at Valley fair.
In the personal narrative essay “Sticks and Stones”, author Nicole Bell narrates a story about a time in her life where she and her brother, Greg, stood up to the constant bullying they were experiencing. Every morning, as Bell and Greg would ride the bus to school James Nicholas, the bully, would verbally abuse, and criticize them. One morning, James decided to use physical force. Nicole and her brother ultimately reacted to the threats and retaliated. Even though we learn that violence is never the answer, the essay emphasizes the strong, defensive bond between siblings.
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School.
Have you had a loved one that worried you sick? It was a another day at school, and Konnor can’t wait till the bell rings to go home. Today Konnor is going to go play some basketball at the lower lake in Eureka, IL. He is going to go with his older sibling Kaleb, and his cousin Austin. The basketball hoops are a little rusty and old, but the hoops are still adequate to play and shoot into. It was a long day of hard work at school, but Konnor got through it!
The stands began to fill and it was time for the game to start and my team mates sat around me as me and the coach began our pregame speeches. Before every game I would give a speech and the thought of a good humorous speech always put a smile on their faces. I told the team “Listen boys we have spent the last six months busting our butts for this moment. This is where all the hard work pays off. Guys I don’t know about you
It’s the end of the game, my team is down one, there are eight seconds and counting on the clock and the ball is in my hands. I search the stands to find the one person who has been there for me my entire life. Only he’s not there. It’s easy to get caught up in the game; not the game of basketball, but the dope game. It is a life few choose, but many find themselves in due to the harsh reality of job loss and depression.
There are many reasons why people read and enjoy books. According to the narrator of “A Girl’s Story” by David Arnason, we read books in order to escape reality. This statement is accurate by virtue of most events in books being unrealistic, readers wanting an interesting and refreshing plot, and lastly, because of the recurring battle between the mind and the heart. Firstly, it is apparent that the sequences of events in the world’s best books are quite impractical. For example, the extremely popular Harry Potter series; evidently, it is one of the highest selling book series in the world, yet it fails to meet realistic standards.
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In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
Baseball is what many call “America’s Pastime”. It is the game that never fails to bring me from the highest highs to the lowest lows. The second that you think you are the best, the game will humble you. When you are at a loss for confidence, you will do something amazing that will turn your game around. Nothing beats the smell of the spring air, the dirty pants, the laughs with teammates and the glory of winning.
I am generally an adventurous person who is open to new experiences and making new friends. I believe that challenges are opportunities to learn and grow. When I read the book by Spencer Johnson “who moved my cheese”, I can relate to the mouse character Scurry “who is able to take immediate action and does what is necessary to deal with the change” and the little person Haw, “who eventually realizes that change is here to stay, does what is necessary to deal with the change and learns the lessons in dealing with future change”. I therefore believe that any challenges that may arise during my time as a fellow will not be anything new that I am not able to adapt to. I am also working with a diverse team of people at International Health Science
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