Personal Narrative Essay

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  • Personal Narrative Essay: Home In The American Arms Hotel

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    The quarters still weren’t ready when we arrived, so the Army put us up for a week in the American Arms Hotel found in the middle of the clean, beautifully organized town. We had two rooms, and there were plenty of stores and restaurants in the area. And the Army paying for the meals, made the transition tolerable. The kids liked it, but it was cramped, and I was grateful it was only a week. My preference was to integrate into the community and to learn Germany and the customs, but Colonel Stewart

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Dont Sit Up In Chairss

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    Dont sit up in chairs It was a time when i realized that i shouldn't sit up in chairs ever.it was a quiet day y in belle river Mrs Penziens room is quiet i thought to myself that was crazy because we were the loudest class ever in fourth grade.Mrs leigh was our substitute for the day because Mrs Penzien was sick i couldn't wait until lunch and recess because i could see my friend gracie outside . she was in a different class .It seems like Mrs leigh was always in are classroom.

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My First Crush On A Girl

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    Since I was very young, I had a feeling I was different. I remember my having my first crush on a girl, it was in 5th grade and it was one of my friend's. I remember feeling different towards her than I did towards my other friend's. All of my friends thought boys were cute, and I just did not see what the hype was all about. I always thought about females, and how amazing I thought they were. I was attracted to girls, it felt natural to me. Even though I knew how I felt, I also knew that it was

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A Day At A Summer Day In Texas

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    It was another warm summer day in Ohio, Columbus. I said bye to my friend as I saw my mother getting ready to leave and head back home. I shouted for her to wait for me, fearing that I would have to walk home alone. By that time, the sun had already gone down and the faded from a deep blue color to an almost pitch black. By the time I finally caught up with her I was out of breath. Breathing heavily as I felt a cold gust of air hit my face. As I walked alongside my mom I could see that old street

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of Wrestling

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    It all began when I went to P.E class . For quiet some time I have been working out and dieting to get a better image of myself as I was changing I turned to question Johnny about yesterday's test. When suddenly Mr.Morgan taps my shoulder with a mission to be given. As a man who's eager to try anything new I accepted without knowing what lays ahead. The next day after school was going to be my first day of wrestling practice and unfortunately i decided to start my first

  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Dangers Of Smoking In My Life

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    I go jogging by 5; am it’s a recent thing I started one week after riving Geneva, As the day begins to break, and my flatmate still in bed, I sneak out, this is the only opportunity I have to myself to think clearly and have a smoke. I’m not a smoker I don’t think I even know how to smoke. I do it to feel like a rebel it’s my life and I can do whatever I want now. As I begin to run taking the usual path, I think to myself freedom feels great, enjoy this while it lasts. I stopped to take a deep

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Martin Luther King's Day?

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    I always like to try something different and I have always been interested in events of the past, like 9/11, slaves, everything like that, so my aunt and uncle made that happen. It was Martin Luther King day of service. My cousins didn’t have school because in GA they have the day off to do community service. We had woken up early in order to get to the place we were supposed to get to in order to pick where we wanted to go that day. After we had eaten and gotten dressed, we realized it was very

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Why You Are You Home

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    “Michael, are you home?” asked my parent.I shouted back, “Yeah, mom!’’ and went downstairs. Mom looked happy to see me. She just got back from visiting family in Canada. She gave me a big hug, and then my dad walked in just as excited to see me. It's been a week since I’ve seen them. It was nice to see them happy again. I didn't see them happy very often. We didn't have a lot of money so my parents were always working and tired after putting in long hours. The reason they went to Canada was to see

  • Personal Narrative Essay: She Is The Love Of My Life

    2151 Words  | 9 Pages

    Warren She was the love of my life and she was whisked away from me like candy before dinner. Mary and I had arrived at the airport and unlocked our car. It was late night in Long Island, New York and the parking lot was practically empty. We started driving home from our honeymoon in the beautiful Bahamas. I had nodded off on the plane and was my brain felt as if it was clogged with molasses. I had married Mary a few months ago and we were both from fairly rich families. We owned a luxurious apartment

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Experience With A Sea Empire

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    this first month in romania is an all squad month, which means that 33 teenagers, 6 leaders, and myself are living together in one household. yeah somewhat overwhelming. and to no surprise god has been teaching me some lessons through daily life with my many roommates. the main one (and my least favorite) being patience; something that the lord made loud and clear when i had a little incident with a sea creature. first though, let’s discuss the mission house, it can get a little chaotic here. each