Personal Narrative Analysis

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As a serious seven-year-old, I remember being captivated by a National Geographic documentary about fractals instead of watching cartoons like my friends did. I was also extremely shy. I would never step farther than five feet from my parents in public. I would not ask supermarket employees where to find the eggs, and I would order at restaurants by pointing. In middle school, my struggle with anxiety worsened. I loved to read, and I loved the quiet, so I was a regular at the public library, I loved reading the classics, so you could often find me in the far corner. Because I was already there frequently, I wanted to help in some way. I was too shy to ask, but my mom pressured me. After a year as a “shelver”, a librarian asked me to help out at the used book fundraiser. I went, and I never stopped going. This will be my fourth year volunteering for the book sale. Before, I never really engaged with people, but meeting plenty of interesting characters each sale taught me to. A man named Todd comes every month and…show more content…
After I explained I was their new volunteer, she showed me to a table with another woman. Janice introduced herself and showed me the ropes; the cost of hardbacks, paperbacks, and mass market books, where to find different genres, and what to do when a customer comes to us. She told me to count out loud as I calculated their total cost or they would argue with me when I gave them their total. She was right. She acted as my mentor and my friend. When I started looking at colleges, she walked me through what her two sons went through. And although I doubt my path will take me to Japan to become a Buddhist monk, like her youngest son, hearing about him helped me tremendously. Along with other volunteers we talked about books we read, movies we watched, and, more recently, our support for Bernie

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