Personal Narrative: Why I Did Not Come The First Class

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

I thought I could change my Slip 1 and choose to write about another topic, but I couldn’t think of another topic and I had limited time. So I thought of ways on how to connect my Slip 1 to my creative challenge 1 and continue about it here also, its pretty challenging but I believe I could pull it off. In slip 1 I talked about Modafinil and if it was really a miracle drug, and also talked about optimism and positive energy. So after talking about the "mind” for a while I decided to write about the soul/ego or evil inciting self, called “Nafs”. The Nafs/Passionate Soul is manly about how mankind’s soul is prone to evil. The soul inclines toward sensual pleasure, passion and self-gratification, anger, envy, greed, lust, and self-importance.

Skipping the last week of school to fly in a plane for the first time across the ocean to another country was a thrill. Frankfurt, Germany was my first plane stop. From there I would board another plane that would take me to Budapest, Hungary, then finally to my last destination, Romania. This was the first time my siblings and I flew on an airplane and it was fascinating because every seat had a mini T.V. behind them and the food was delivered right to our seats. This was a different but exciting experience because we could watch movies whenever we wanted, we got to order whatever food we desired, we didn’t have to sit next to our parents, and sitting next to old people came with a major perk. My siblings and I always got seats next to

In this class, I have learned many new skills to improve my writing, and I have also learned new grammar rules. In regards to my writing, I have learned the importance of freewriting when beginning to write a paper. Additionally, I now know to allow ample time for revising and editing because I can look at my work critically for mistakes and make necessary changes. Furthermore, I have learned about grammar rules such as pronoun-antecedent agreement. This rule is something that I know subconsciously, but being made aware of it has allowed me to find mistakes I make more often.

After rereading my rebuttals and the feedback provided, I feel I deserve a lower grade than I originally anticipated. I was hoping for at least a B+ because I put a lot of effort into cleaning up and revising from my first draft to my final draft and felt I did a good job doing so. I thought my writing was clear, although after reading the revisions I now see where I should be cutting out unnecessary parts. Because I did summarize extensively, had redundancy, and failed to fully express my argument at some points I feel I deserve a grade in the low B range.

I have learned a lot in just 16 short weeks. I have learned how to organize my thoughts on paper, even when I have a fear of a writing assignment. I learned about pre-writing, outlining, rough draft, and finals. In each of these steps, I have learned to depend on each of them. They also help me find out what I need to do next. I always try to reflect on what I have written, even if it may be terrible. I use every bit of information I have to make sure I keep my thoughts in order. My strengths have increased as a writer. I love to write, and I know what to write about when given a topic. I feel strongly capable of writing more assignments, and essays in the future, especially in my Composition 2 class next semester. Having 2 English classes this semester really helped me with being able to

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

I attended a small, Christian high school in southern Delaware. There were extracurricular activities offered, including performing arts-theatre and filmmaking, but I stuck to what I knew best: soccer. As a child, I had watched a multitude of high school movies such as The Breakfast Club, Dazed and Confused, and American Pie. These movies put the idea in my mind that it was important to fit in with the crowd while in school. While several people in my freshman class joined the performing arts and filmmaking activities, I remained rather partial to the idea of not making videos or doing any type of acting. Albeit foolish, I was not immune to thinking like a stereotypical under-classmen that the movies portrayed. When I reached the eleventh grade,

Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.

You want to know what shaped/molded me as student. Wow, that's a funny qurstion! I believed I didn't know what made me who I am, but as I look back and forth, I realized, it was me. I am my own motivation. I don't look up to anyone, I just look forward to something. I am a believer, dreamer, achiever, and wonderer. As I look around me and see how my family and others of a different and same ethnicity living their whole life on a budget, barely making ends meet, I tell myself I will be better and become better. I will not let my surroundings select or change the way I am. When I was younger, I believed everything would just come and fall into my arms. I wanted to be all of the occupations I seen on TV. I planted in my head that I would be a

Wow!A girl just jumped from the low bar to the high bar. Next it was my turn. I didn't know if I could do it. I had a comp next week and I had to practice . I was shivering so badly as I slowly presented. I did the easy bits like chin up pull over and 2 casts. The. Next thing I had to do was jump from the high bar. I was terrified. I did a cast and jumped to the high bar but I landed face first. OUCH.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to fly. My parents have always told me (tell me) one of my first words was airplane. Little did I know that a visit to a small town in the middle of Arizona was where my childhood dream would become a reality. The visit seemed innocent enough. We had no idea (expectations) while (just) checking out Embry Riddle University at their open house on a weekend in October, that my life would soon change. Being from Oregon, I was surprised when we arrived to a rainy day in the Arizona desert. I did(n’t) not expect rain in Prescott, however, many things occurred on this visit that I did not expect. Certainly I did not know how Prescott, Arizona was about to change my life and my future.

Hello… If you are reading this than well, well I’m probably long gone by now. Know I never wanted it to come to this. If anything I owed you at the very least a proper goodbye and given you an explanation as to why I had to leave. But, I thought this would be best given that the reason I had to leave wouldn’t have left me with enough time do so anyhow. I wish I could tell you more, but I guess it’s just as they say, “It’s complicated”. You deserve more than an excuse and I want nothing more than to be able to tell you the truth… It doesn't seem like that’s gonna happen though, “huh…” I hope you’re not mad at me for leaving you like this. I never wanted to especially like this if there was any other way than I would have done things

“Aw man” Mrs. Longs class yells as Mrs.Mitchells class loses. We were 5 minutes into our tug-a-war game and we were up next. “Up next Mrs. Longs and Mrs. Lawson’s class” says Coach Carver. As we pull and pull finally Mrs. Lawson’s class is starting to give but then the rope jerks and then…