Narrative Essay Anxiety is an issue that I have struggled with and will most likely continue throughout my entire life. It affects my daily life‚ with constant mild stomach aches or my non-stop jitters‚ but my anxiety was never visible to other people. However‚ one race in particular‚ will stay in my mind because it was the day I revealed my inner burden to a crowd of screaming parents and coaches and it taught me how to overcome my anxiety. I had woken up from a nap‚ when my mom hollered from
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Well‚ here I am across the blacktop from Lisa with a note in my hand thinking about what she’s going to say‚ as I try to build up the courage to give the note to her. “Well here I go” I mumble to myself. I shoved the note in my pocket. While I’m walking to Lisa and her friend group. Some jock’s decided to throw a football at me‚ making me fall into a puddle. As I stumbled to get up soaked in water‚ the bell rang and I looked around just to see Lisa and her friends were leaving. I ran to catch Lisa
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Structure of a Personal Narrative Essay‚ In this world there are one of a thousand babies are born with hearing lost in either one or both ears. I happened to ne one of these newborn babies‚ however it was discovered months later. I was diagnosed with profound deafness for both ears which is the most serious one among the levels of hearing lost. I heard nothing‚ only silent of voices and I can feel there are sounds coming out around me but there is just nothing. In order to provide me the hearing
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i like to play outside with my friends all the time just like this perfect summer day.Me and my friends Calvin‚Jacob‚and Dana are planning to rides bikes.So i put on my shoes and zoom at the door and as i’m leaving to meet with them my mom yells from the upstairs. Don’t forget to come back early so we can go clothes shopping i yelled back saying ok mom.Don’t forget to tie your shoes she cried out she some how knew my shoes were not tied.I disregarded it and got on my bike and pedaled forward.Because
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movement went back and forth between being tense and sounding sorrowful. However‚ I wanted the ending to be more dramatic and big. The second movement was called Lento. This movement was much calmer and slower than the first. However‚ it did not hold my attention as well as the first movement. The end of this movement was intriguing though‚ and I did like the increase in tempo from earlier in the movement. The very end was very pretty as well. The third movement was called Allegro moderato‚ grazioso
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Patricia Ameperosa Literacy Narrative English 848 02/10/2013 ESSAY #1 I am not a professional reader‚ nor am I a professional writer. As a matter of fact‚ I don’t like writing at all‚ but then writing is a part of life. I was only 6 years old when I started to take an interest in reading and also started to learn how to read. My grandmother was a greater reader. She would read to me all the time and encourage me to read anything I could get my hands on. I would always see her with a book
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this unforgettable character when I was just minutes old. This person means a great deal to me. He is still in my life‚ but not as I always remember. My father and I did everything together. I was most definitely daddy’s little girl. My father had all the typical dad features. He was big and strong and made our home feel safe. I can remember cuddling in his lap watching television. His arms were so thick and mighty. He made me feel very secure. I remember helping him plant the garden. My dad would
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The bright-eyed kids storming through my Social and Emotional teacher’s classroom looked like a cast of hawks bursting through the room. They scanned the room‚ their small bodies twisting and turning in search of someone‚ anyone they knew from last year’s SEL pairings. “These‚” my SEL teacher‚ Mrs. Smith‚ waved her arm over the small children‚ “are our first grade buddies. Pair up and start the project we discussed yesterday.” As she waddled back to her desk‚ a small kid with obviously bleached blonde
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I followed the sea of guests throughout the many halls of the castle‚ adorned with banners to celebrate the new king‚ my respected friend who had fought alongside me in battle. Led by the castle’s staff‚ as well as a fair share of guards‚ court members such as myself were guided to a separate room where we wait to enter the ballroom following the new King Macbeth and his Queen‚ Lady Macbeth. The hall echoed with the excited murmurs of the court members‚ and I could hear the guests in the next room
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= A Literacy Narrative The most vivid‚ earliest moment I have of learning to write and read was when I was in kindergarten. I recall this because this was the year I met the person who I thought created a poems and rhyme book my mother use to read out loud to my baby sister and myself. I remember every night before bed‚ it was this blue book that my mother use to get off the bookshelf and read. This was the only way my sister and I would go to sleep. The first day of my kindergarten school‚ when
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