College Teachers
Narrative Essays use story telling elements to make their points. They look like short stories rather than traditional academic essays. Narrative essays don't have to be fiction; often, they depict real life events. Authors of narrative essays often use them to explore and find the meanings of important events in their own lives.
A Not So Quite Recess
When I was growing up, my father was in the military, the United States Army to be exact, and every few years we would be transferred to a new location; to one of the many military bases in America at the time. This particular transfer landed us in Petoskey, Michigan; where I met my friend Gretchen and learned the honor of making a friend. I was a loner, a reader and I despised school, but to my surprise Gretchen was just like me; we needed each other and during our time in Petoskey, I learned to value a companion and a friendship.
On this particular day everything started out as usual; I walked the five blocks to school; loitering on the playground, while waiting for the bell to ring that would announce the beginning of my day. As usual school was boring and today was no different, at least, until the bell rang for the first recess! I rushed out of the classroom, then skidded to a sudden halt, when I observed the kids from school lining up in four rows on the playground. Oh no! I thought; I had forgotten it was shot day! One of those days required by the school system to fight an early flu-epidemic during Nineteen Sixty Two and I was very unsettled; the military is un-yielding about shot records being 'up-to-date'. I knew my shot record was 'up-to-date', because we had just been transferred to Petoskey and it was a requirement at the beginning of a new school year.
Needless to say, I got in line and after a few moments I felt a tap on my shoulder; I turn around and observe a small girl crying her eyes out. I frown...
I ask, what's wrong? The girl says; I'm afraid! I frown again, telling her there's
A Not So Quite Recess
When I was growing up, my father was in the military, the United States Army to be exact, and every few years we would be transferred to a new location; to one of the many military bases in America at the time. This particular transfer landed us in Petoskey, Michigan; where I met my friend Gretchen and learned the honor of making a friend. I was a loner, a reader and I despised school, but to my surprise Gretchen was just like me; we needed each other and during our time in Petoskey, I learned to value a companion and a friendship.
On this particular day everything started out as usual; I walked the five blocks to school; loitering on the playground, while waiting for the bell to ring that would announce the beginning of my day. As usual school was boring and today was no different, at least, until the bell rang for the first recess! I rushed out of the classroom, then skidded to a sudden halt, when I observed the kids from school lining up in four rows on the playground. Oh no! I thought; I had forgotten it was shot day! One of those days required by the school system to fight an early flu-epidemic during Nineteen Sixty Two and I was very unsettled; the military is un-yielding about shot records being 'up-to-date'. I knew my shot record was 'up-to-date', because we had just been transferred to Petoskey and it was a requirement at the beginning of a new school year.
Needless to say, I got in line and after a few moments I felt a tap on my shoulder; I turn around and observe a small girl crying her eyes out. I frown...
I ask, what's wrong? The girl says; I'm afraid! I frown again, telling her there's