Personal Narrative : Personal Experience In My Life

Then one day I was sitting on the bench in the shade reading my book. His name was Jonathan, he grabbed my book and ran. So I sat there and yelled at him to bring me back my book, never managed to achieve. Next thing I know I’m chasing him around the playground yelling at him to give me my book. I gave up and stopped running and then went somewhere he wouldn’t be able to see me. Whenever I saw him stop and sit down I ran out and grabbed my book and then he grabbed my arm. I told him to let go and next thing he did was give me an Indian burn. Then I cried and told my teacher. My lesson learned from this was reading shouldn’t be done at recess.

It’s 5 months after I started school and Julian the jerk kid is still a jerk. I guess things never change,but I want to punch him in the face I will one day. It’s on a Sunday morning and I’m walking in our park and I’m thinking about Julian and how stupid he is and I just get so mad at him. But suddenly I hear something or someone yelling “HELP!” I’m not sure who it is but I decided to check it out and it was August he was getting beat up by Julian that’s it I thought. So here's what I did I ran up to Julian and picked him up,slammed him on the ground and punched him. He looked so scared and he just got up and ran away. “Thanks,” August said. I said

It was mid-afternoon and I was playing my daily basketball game with Connor, a fourth grade boy at latchkey. Everyday we bet on something and if you lost, you were held to what you bet. This time I was letting him win from the beginning, aside from the usual winning big at first and letting him come back to beat me. My coworker Kenzie for once, was not screaming at a kid every five seconds and Brennan, a kid that usually is running all over the place is sitting by the wall noticeably silent, so I knew it wasn’t a typical day at latchkey. While I was pretending to be a horrible basketball player, my other coworker Kylee came sprinting in the gym and her face was pale. She started to holler at me, but I couldn't understand so I walked over to

It was a sunny and hot day outside and we were getting ready to go out for recess. I was sitting at my desk waiting for my teacher to tell us to line up. As she told us it was time we all ran to be first in line for going outside. When we got outside I wanted to play football and so did a few other kids. We had 7 people and we needed one more person to make it fair. There was only one other kid that could play and his name was Jack. Jack was a new kid who didn’t really have friends and wasn’t very coordinated, so when we asked him, he was hesitant on his answer but said yes. We had to teach him a bit about how to play, but he new some of it. Jack was on my team and the other team kicked off first. When we tried to return it, Jack just stood

When I pass a classroom, I saw a body fly like a football against the lockers. “I’m really getting tired of your crap dude!” the jock said while power walking. Then suddenly a teacher was charging toward the two kids and grabbed the two and took them to the office. Well it’s sucks to be those guys, but unlike them, I want to do something with my life. Then when I about to enter the classroom, The principal called my name. “Gabriel could you come with me to my

For the next few days I am on my A game. I haven’t been getting in trouble, I have been turning in my work on time, I am passing all my classes. Just when I start to do good, someone has to ruin it. Let me tell you what happened. I was walking to class and some kid comes and bumps into me for no apparent reason. So I turn around and snap “Say excuse me next time,” and he turns around and says “Or what?” and then pushes me. My anger gets the best of me and I charge at him but not before a laser is fired directly at the kid. Before I could even recognize what had happened it had already made impact. Next thing you know, there are at least 5 teachers on the scene grabbing me and taking me to the office where I am to meet with Mr.Roberto. As soon

When I heard the two people yelling at each other I couldn’t tell who it was. I turned to see if there were any teachers by our lockers to help the situation. I turned to by right and saw that the two boys Zach Zylstra and Jacob Preston were punching each other in the face and were trying to grab one another's neck to try to choke one another. When I saw that happening I knew that

I was anxious michael would confront me about stealing chips or a pop from the canteen. Soon this anxiousness would turn into reality. Right before Lunch i packed my lunch to go to the main gym were grades one to 8 would each lunch, and also where we would do the milk program.lol Since the milk program was during lunch we would eat our lunches during lunch recess so we could prepare before kids would come to eat their lunches. I sat down to eat my lunch with the other students we talked then got ready for the collection of juice boxes, soon after we were done milk program We went to the canteen to clean out the trays and recycle the recyclables. As Michael reached into the fridge he took a pop,he glanced over at me. It was an odd eye contact but I knew what was going to happen, Michael walked over and told me to hide it as michael whispered “ hide it, trust me we won't get caught” I felt a rush and i hide the pop in my sweater pocket, without concern I walked out of the canteen with an obvious way of walking. I felt the presence of a teacher near, and there was, there looking at whom was mr. somebody asked me to come here. As I thought in my mind Ii knew I was in a load of crap, I walked over there slightly shivering in guilt. I felt the salty taste of saliva dry up in my mouth as I began to speak in a

I didn't mean to start something... I swear! He was just there and my 'friends' kept pushing me towards him, telling me to 'help him out' with his hat. It was barely staying out on the kid's head because of the wind. I know it's no excuse but I don't want to go back to the time where I was the victim. I walked towards the kid, who must have been in year three or four. Honestly, each step I took towards him, the more I was against this idea. His hat flew off his head and my friends said that it was my chance. While they surrounded the kid, I grabbed the hat from the pavement. Tormenting children half my age was not the way I wanted to end the term. I flung it away from me, the hat I mean not the kid, and waited for Danny to catch it. He caught it with ease, obviously, and there it back laughing mockingly at the poor kid. I caught it and threw it

Our last Monday of 4th grade everyone in the school was called down for an assembly in the gym. So of course Jayden, Ethan, Collin and I waited for each other at the doors. We then sat with each other at the very top of the bleachers. Jayden and I took this girl's hat who was sitting below us, we then started playing catch with it and not giving it back. She went to go tell on us and as soon as she left we threw the hat in the trash. Then the principal had called us all in his scary office. I was the only one who had lied to him and I told him that I had nothing to do with the hat. Our principal had decided to send all of us back to class. Without any of us getting in trouble.

The next day at school, I was waiting for the bell to ring. I got into the school as soon the bell rang, and I got out my hammer and nail from my backpack. When I saw my friend walking, I told him to stay still, and I pointed the nail at his head and took out my hammer. But one of my friend’s friends saw me with the hammer and ran to tell the teacher. I got in trouble, and

I turn the shiny metal handle on the door that leads to Sally’s dorm room. I open the heavy mahogany door, and start to nervously whisper, “Hey, Sal? Are you okay because I… ” then I see it. I stop moving. I see her hands covered in crimson. I see the rip in her jeans. I see the scissors lying on the floor next to her. I feel sick.

My love story is full of feelings of sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and saltiness, but, in my mind, memories of the day that my husband left me alone in Viet Nam still engraved in my mind. The fear of losing someone I have treasured created a storm in my chest. Struggling with many obstacles, choosing in many options, preparing for a new future lead my life to my situation at this time. I also made a storm in my husband’s chest too.

“Coach! Coach! I can’t walk!” I screamed as I fell to the ground during my last soccer game. It was overtime in my senior year district championship, a game that I worked the whole year to compete in. I played almost the entire game and was nearing the end of our second overtime. The referee blew the whistle for the substitutions to enter as I was walking back to get ready to defend the goal kick. I took one step and both my legs lit up in excruciating pain. I tried taking another step but collapsed to the ground. My dad sprinted down the bleachers, picked me up, and carried me off the field. I realized in this moment that I would never play competitive soccer again. When the final whistle blew, my teammates burst into a downpour of tears. Even amongst a scene of chaos and heartbreak, I was oddly at ease. I thought to myself, “Why am I not in tears? Am I able to understand something that others cannot? Is there something that I have learned in this experience that others have yet to see?” On the drive home that night, I began to think about all the memories that I had made from playing sports and tried to figure out the hidden message in these experiences.

These few days and the countless months leading up to them are the moments that made me realize if I wanted something, there was an abundance of other people who wanted it too. It also made me realize how important family is while they are present. When my club revealed that my volleyball team, Nebraska Juniors 151’s, would be going to Nationals that year I knew that this year was going to be one to remember.