Personal Narrative Essay

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  • 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: 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: Watching My Mother's Death

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    I watched my mother fade away slowly as she was battling pancreatic cancer. I looked after her everyday as best as I could; however, the feeling of my eventual solitude was unbearable.The thought of my mother’s imminent demise made me feel like my heart was being continuously stabbed. Watching my mother suffer was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. After her passing; something changed in me, darkness filled where love once was. I always knew deep down, that my mum was not

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A Boy Was I Wrong?

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    I never thought I’d be anything more than just a nerd. A mathlete, Star Wars loving, geeky nobody. Boy was I wrong. My story has many more plot twists within it, but that’s not where I want to start. Let’s go back to the very beginning. It started off as just a normal day. I woke up to my obnoxious alarm blaring in my ear. I rise throwing on my clothes, swinging my backpack on my arms, and walking out the door. I slightly skip towards my school, happily moving along. Today seemed like a good day

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Growing Up In My Childhood

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    I can do this… I've done it so many times before. But this time was different. I was married and pregnant, and moving into the house where my children would grow up. I couldn't tell if the feeling in my stomach was butterflies, or my baby kicking my belly. I was six months along, and couldn't wait to meet my baby. Μy husband and I had decided that we wanted to be living in our own, spacious house when our first child was born. We also decided to move ourselves. Big mistake. We had to move everything

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Life With A Little Baby

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    When i was 16 i got pregnant with my little girl Alice Marie Sargent. When i found out i was pregnant i was living with my mom and when i told her she yelled at me for an hour and fourty-five minutes and when she was done yelling she left for three days and wouldn't speak more than a few words to me for a month. When i finally went to the OBGYN i was 4 months pregnant and had to start taking extra vitamins to make up for the months i had missed. When me and wesley got back home to my house all

  • Personal Narrative Essay: How I Could Change

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    I DESPISED change, I always thought that change was always bad, I wanted to keep everything the same. I wanted to stay with my owners, I never wanted to leave my home, but of course, nothing stays the same forever… My owners were acting strange, they were being really nice to me more than usual, they talked about going somewhere but I never understood the rest of what they were saying. I sat on the couch everyday listening to what the owners were saying so I could find out what they were planning

  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Drowsiest Day Of My Life

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    I never realized how boring lying in bed all day could be until I've been forced to. There has been literally nothing to do since I was released from the hospital—six days ago—except watch videos on my phone, watch TV, and talk to Tyler where possible. He gave me his number in case I need him. He hasn't come over for two days. The weekend must have kept him busy. I hate Monday's. They're like the gloomiest, drowsiest day of the week. I need a little sunshine in my life. "Knock knock." My

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Favorite Night Of The Day

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    Lexi was already outside waiting for me as I pulled up into her garage. She was wearing diminutive cotton shorts and a hoodie, culminating off the look with fluffy duck slippers. I shook my head at how bizarre she was, ever since that day a few years back when we came across a duck pond and we had fallen in love with the place, she had gotten a very strange and unexplainable obsession with the peculiar animals. That day was probably the first sign for me to run as fast as I could, but it was too

  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Best Day Of My Life

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    There was blood everywhere, absolutely everywhere. You could hear the sirens from a distance finally coming to the scene after waiting for 30 minutes of just sitting there, worrying that everyone wasn't going to make it. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life, but we had to take a detour when an out of control SUV decided differently. I was really looking forward to the day that I got out of school for a whole day. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love school and I love learning new things