Literacy Narrative – Fahrenheit 451 A moment when I as a writer felt an influence towards my ability to be literate was in my tenth grade English class‚ reading the novel Fahrenheit 451. Never before had I shown such appreciation and willingness to understand for a school assigned book‚ in truth my interest with school readings had been deteriorating due to the consistency of papers and assignments.. For years any school readings were easy to understand and majority held interesting tales‚ yet
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wrapped his muscular arms around me‚ almost crushing my red rose. I said‚ “I’m going to miss her so much daddy‚ why did she have to go?” He whispered back‚ “It’s going to be alright Casey I’ll miss her too but she’s in a better place now.” I walked away slowly‚ tears falling fast from my eyes‚ a red rose in one hand and my dad’s in the other. After today I knew I was going to remember my Grandmother
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Shameeka Herring 10 February 2013 Personal Narrative Essay A Frightening Experience When I look at pictures of myself ‚ I realize how much I’ve grown and changed‚ not only physically‚ also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then one year after graduating high school ‚I received some frightening news‚ I was pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential‚ this would surely detour me from my goal in life of
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States with my mother and two siblings for the first time. While I was looking forward to new opportunities in a country known for its liberties and opportunities‚ leaving my home and family was devastating. I cried every night because I was 1‚509 miles away from my birthplace. I was now in a foreign land and I could not identify with many people. That was the start of a brand new era. It was difficult adapting to a new country‚ language and culture. I was now surrounded by individuals I barely knew and
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For months‚ my parents had been discussing sending my mom‚ little brother and I back to our native country. I was only eight years old then and I did not understand the reason or the quickness to return. On that day‚ August 23rd‚2008‚ we departed to Guatemala‚ leaving behind my father‚ alone. As I landed at the airport‚ I anticipated the feeling of seeing my older sister and other relatives for the first time. Weeks passed by‚ my brother and I wouldn’t stop asking my mother when we would come back
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I used to be popular. I used to make friends as naturally as breathing. I used to be so sociable that adults would tire of hearing me speak. I used to find myself standing before the teacher’s desk‚ receiving some minor punishment for socializing too often. Then my family moved‚ and I lost all the relationships I had built up. I used to start all over again with the same level of enthusiasm as initially. And again. And again. Every time my family moved‚ I started to see less and less of
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At the end of July‚ I considered giving up on writing again. With all the hours I poured into my last essay‚ it felt like a slap in the face that they didn’t even send a “thank you for trying” letter. I spent the announcement day sitting on my in-law’s porch sipping coffee with Baileys and stewing over yet another essay contest loss. Lacking in ideas of where I went wrong‚ I tried imitating old photos of authors again for inspiration. Leaning on the arm of the wicker chair with my chin resting on
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Personal Narrative I was the second and final child born into the family before my parents got divorced when I was five. As the baby I wish I could say that I was treated that way‚ but I was not. I was the girl that reminded my father of my mother and was frequently ignored‚ while my brother was the pride and joy and could do no wrong. This being said it played a big part in my neuroticism personality trait as a young child. I was very quiet and withdrawn from my family and considered a loner. In
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William Yette Mr. Tiernan Personal Narrative 2/11/14 From Virginia to New York: When I moved to New York to live with my dad‚ my life and ethics took a major turn. Many things changed‚ from school‚ to sports‚ to even the way I dressed. The people are different‚ the culture is different‚ and the way people talked was even different. The reason these changes had to be made was because of the black population in Virginia‚ they were all very gangster‚ and the New York population were mainly white
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I was born in the city of Monterrey in Mexico. My family decided to move to the US in 2009 due to growing concerns of money and safety. Back then‚ Monterrey was considered one of the most dangerous places to live in Mexico‚ as the two main cartels were disputing over the territory. My dad had lost his job and my mom worked part time at a pharmacy. Because public school in Mexico is very poor‚ my mom had always had me enrolled in private schools. We were in a tight situation‚ we couldn’t pay for the
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