Personal Narrative-3 Months

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

What is love like for you? Caitlin Dewey’s purpose of her story is to explain to the audience a time in her life in which she experienced love, and to inform and persuade the reader about her perspective of online and in-real-life relationships. However, most people think that love can’t exist when the majority of that relationship occurs online. Caitlin Dewey shares with us her experience with love: online vs. real life. Dewey has a strong argument because there really is no way that you can argue or disagree with her story since only she has experienced it firsthand. Caitlin Dewey never actually says that she is trying to persuade the reader what to think about love, but is nonetheless

When she was young, "sixteen, I made the discovery - love. All at once and

Love can be one of the greatest things in life, but can also be one of the hardest things to find. From the first time Pudge saw Alaska Young, he knew he would love her. This sentence makes us think that the paragraph is about love at first sight, but is really showing lasting love. “‘... Alaska, I love you. I love

Rudy and I met at the carnival on a warm summer night. She waited over by the balloon and darts stand. Once I got a good glance at her nice figure from behind, I knew she was the one for me. My friends told me that “it would never work out.” But it didn’t

2006 was arguably the worst year of my life. At the tender age of eight I moved to live in Indianapolis with my aunt, my uncle, and their six kids. It was all very shocking and sudden. One day I’m playing happily at my home and the very next day my belonging are being packed and I ‘m being shipped to live in Indianapolis. The move left me feeling abandoned, unwanted, and unloved. I put on a brave face and locked the emotions inside myself. I struggled to make friends and comprehend the material being taught. I felt alone in a house filled with loving, open, and accepting family. That loneliness became a constant in my life. I began lashing out towards the ones who were trying to help me until finally I talked with my Aunt. Who I had more in

When she was young, "sixteen, I made the discovery - love. All at once and

Love is a very complicated part of life. Sometimes it can be beautiful, but more often can cause great pain. Both of these stories involve love in similar ways, including the idea of a love

It’s been a long time since I defeated the Demon King that tried to enslave all of humanity.

True love is blind but yet beautiful. “ It’s hard to see clearly in the dark of night, but it’s easier to hear

When Summer came they told my mom that I wasn’t learning what I was supposed to learn. They said “you're daughter’s not learning how to read the words right, she would also mumble and not pronounce the words the correct way”. The school told my mom that if they didn’t fix this now, then I would have trouble with it for the rest of my life. So my mom asked them “what can we do to help” ? The solution that they gave her was to hold me back a grade and put me in more classes that I would need to help me improve. My mom agreed with the school to put me in the second grade again and to take extra classes that they believed would help me. By the time school started again I was in the second grade and I had to do two classes. The second class I

“Even if you knew love could kill you, what would you risk to experience it — just once? Just for a little while?”

It seemed as though her love for me was fading away, like the light of a dying star fading back into that deep dark void known as the heavens. One dream I had, one dream only; to marry the woman who I could not and would not live without. However there was one roadblock, the fact that we were from completely different ends of society. I was at the bottom of the barrel and she was all the way at the top.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” (Browning 1). This overused line by Elizabeth Barrett Browning is found in wedding vows, love letters, and confessions of love. Love poems and songs are an easy way to express one’s romantic feelings, so people often reach for them. Even though an endless amount of love songs and poetry have been written throughout history, writers are still publishing more. Sylvia Plath wrote “Mad Girl’s Love Song” as a college student in 1951, while Sufjan Stevens wrote his song “Mystery of Love” in 2017 for a movie about a romance between a teenage boy and older man. However, when comparing the two works, the emotions experienced mirror one another. People tend to believe that their own love story (or tragedy) is unique, when in fact, most people go through the same process when they fall in or out of love. Despite differing time periods, Plath and Stevens’ works capture identical feelings of first love and heartbreak, as these emotions are experienced by everyone similarly, regardless of gender or age.

Have you ever felt love, lost it, or been hurt from it? Well, this is my story about “love”. When I was a young boy I had many girlfriends, but I was young I didn’t know why I had a girlfriend I just wanted one. I was never really good with the ladies, and my relationships didn’t last very long because, I was a kid. I didn’t grasp the whole concept of love until I laid eyes on, Halie Brooke Carter in middle school.