Personal Narrative Essay : A New Citizen Of London

When William Faulkner accepted his Nobel Prize in Literature on December 10, 1950 in Stockholm, Sweden, he mentioned an idea -the writer’s duty- which he describes as writing about “the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice” mankind has been through. Authors write to remind man of the troubles, the sorrows, and the accomplishments and so he can live on. Are The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls and An American Childhood by Annie Dillard examples of the writer’s duty?

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New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

We all woke up around eight o’clock,then we got up and had some breakfast and we were getting ready to leave. We made sure we had all of our clothing before we left. We did, and then we left. It was a gloomy day there in Florida.Instead of us arriving there,we were leaving

If I was a European thinking about moving to the New World, I would base my decision based off the images and descriptions that were available. One of the images that would deter me from migrating away was a piece of artwork done by Jacques Le Moyne. His picture entails a group of natives who are trying to fight off a fearsome looking alligator. Theodore De Bry describes them plunging a pole into it’s mouth and turning it around so they can stab their stomach. He goes on to say that the natives have to watch out for them day and night because of how frequent they appear. Since I don’t really know how to defend myself against such creatures, I would be afraid to live somewhere where danger is constant. I also would not want to deal with vampire

Destruction, Cruelty, Deception. These words describe the tone that Shakespeare portrays in Macbeth. Macbeth shows these actions by committing murder and showing his disloyalty through his actions. Macbeth does not have any motive at all, but the constant pressuring from Lady Macbeth drives him right into the commitment of murder of the current king of Scotland, King Duncan. Lady Macbeth is telling Macbeth to be calm, these actions Lady Macbeth took was a sign of deception because of her continuous actions of driving Macbeth to commit murder. The 1971 version of Macbeth, directed by Roman Polanski, best illustrates Shakespeare’s reason for including the three witches. Wright’s version uses different techniques such as audio, lighting, and different camera angles to inform the viewers of Shakespeare’s intent for including the three witches, which ultimately leads to the death of Macbeth.

Oddly enough, this illustration begins in an airport bookstore I was rummaging while killing time before a flight in 2004. The store had displayed many softcover books upfront authored by a name I recognized as the Democratic National Convention’s keynote speaker from earlier that year. That man was, at the time, Senator Barack Obama. As it caught my eye, I surveyed the back cover of Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance and for the first time in my life, I read something that resonated with me at my core. It didn’t have anything to do with public policy or red states and blue states; rather it was his desire to “reconcile his divided inheritance.” He was a black man raised in a white family yet he had traveled to Kenya to face his and his father’s truth. As much of a stretch this may seem, this man’s eloquent story of a struggle to understand and resolve his identity was a truth that I too struggled with and continue to struggle with today.

The Scarlet Letter displays a theme of sin throughout the novel through multiple major events. To start off, in chapter seven, “The Governor’s Hall”, Hester observes herself in a convex shaped mirror, and realizes that the scarlet letter was exaggerated in size. The second major event is the entrance of Roger Chillingworth. He was quickly accepted into the Puritan society as an excellent physician, but as time passed, a few puritans started to suspect Chillingworth of using the skill of black art from the Indians. Hester also starts to realize a change, which goes into another major event to display the theme of sin. As Hester and Chillingworth were talking, she started to recognize a change in him, similar to a demon that had possessed him. But Hester wasn’t the only one to notice, Chillingworth noticed himself. In chapter nine and ten, Chillingworth is given the opportunity to cure Mr. Dimmesdale and to discover all of Dimmesdale’s hidden secrets. The final major event to represent sin is in chapter fifteen, “Hester and Pearl”, when Hester rids herself of the scarlet letter and realizes the freedom from the weight of her sin and shame. In The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne uses appearance versus reality to illustrate sin.

Few days after my 8th birthday, my family and I left our home in India and began a new life in Canada. It was not long before, I became aware of how different I was from the other children at school. Not just aesthetically but even our thoughts were different. Steadily, I became isolated and lowered my self-esteemed. At recess one day, the clear skies suddenly changed in the dark clouds with chilling wind. I was shivering in the cold, when one of girls from my class wrapped me inside of her jacket. She was smiling and at me and hugged me and said, “warm”. Soon other kids hugged us and we formed a small huddle. Although they did not know me, they understood the gestures of hugging to provide warmth. Jessica, the girl with the jacket, and

He looked at me and said thank you doctor. I was volunteering for Give kids a smile at Toto dental when Carlos, walked inside the room that I had set up for him with his mom. As soon as he saw the anesthetic syringe on the table, his first tear broke free and the rest followed in an unbroken stream, he was squeezing his mom’s hand and he was looking at me in fear. I leaned down and started a conversation with him in hopes of making him laugh and comfortable. He stopped crying and smiled wide with his cheeky red face. Can I put you on the chair? I asked. He smiled and said: Only if you would hold my hand and stay right here with me. He was squeezing my hands with all of his powers when the doctor said: we are done, you did a great job Carlos. Without hesitation he looked at me and said thank you doctor and proceeded to give me a hug.

My poor and uneducated mother immigrated to the United States in two thousand one and brought me along at the age of four where she knew I would have a viable opportunity of becoming something more than what our poverty stricken, gang ridden country could offer. My father in a cruel gesture named me Leo without my mother's approval, for he figured a hypocoristic name would allow me, a future illiterate, to at least write my own name. A decade later after experiencing variations of homelessness, hunger, medical conditions, and gunshots outside of our home, my mother remarried, and gave birth to my brother who has been a blessing in disguise. After my mother's short-lived marriage we struggled financially once again; however this time we were

It was a hot June day and it has been the hottest I’ve ever felt. At 110 degrees almost everyone looked like zombies withering under the harsh New York sun. The rest of the people were trying their best to wave the heat away with whatever magazine, folding fan, or folder they could find. I was simply chilling inside of an air conditioned city bus. I just got on the bus on Kingsbridge coming from a volunteer service program. However, before I got on the bus I was one of the many people standing at the Kingsbridge stop waiting for the 3 bus. For half an hour, I was trying to hide in the shade from the sun while angrily watching a few ‘NOT IN SERVICE’ buses zoom by. When the bus finally came I practically ran with my metrocard in hand to get

You are right. We have to learn to write correctly and sometimes that can be difficult if we do not speak properly. I have to admit; I am guilty of it at times. I come from a small southern town, and at times I find myself using a lot of the southern slang I grew up hearing. I did not realize how much I did it until I started college. It is a hard habit to break at times, but like you said, it is important in the academic world and our professional lives.

Let me just start off by saying that while stigma about immigrants may lead people to believe that they all have the same story or entered a country the same way, this is not true, we all have our own stories just like everyone else. People do not realize that if people are willing to leave behind everything they’ve ever known in the hope of finding a better life, they are essentially walking the path of the American Dream, the same path the founders of this Nation walked (Sailed, irrelevant to my point). Relations between people of different “races” seem to be fickle, at one point people may get along and then suddenly things change for seemingly no reason. Some may attribute this to life being change, yet there are no moral positives to

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and