Personal Narrative Analysis

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7th grade year had to be one of my favorite years. I honeslty didn't want it to end, but at the same time I Just couldn't wait for the last day of school. On the ast day of school there was a big carnival. The whole school would attend. I remember the day of the carnival finally arriving. I woke up that morning and quickly got dressed. I had my outfit picked out the night before. I couldn't risk being late trying to find something to wear. After getting dressed I woke my mom up, then ran and waited in the car. I was so excited. My mother stopped by Subway so I could grab a sandwhcih for lunch. A few minutes later I arrived to school. All my friends were waiting where we always wait for either other. Before we could go to the carnival we had

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6th grade, and I was saying hello, and now 8th grade has come and it’s gone from introductions to goodbyes as my last days as a middle school student wind down. 8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this.
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Examples Of Journey Through Middle School
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6th grade, 6th grade was a very insisting year mainly because I was new to this whole middle school thing. In 6th grade I met a really good friend of mine that I would continue to be friends with though middle school, his name was jj. Me and jj meet in 6th grade, we had the same homeroom. JJ and I would continue to carry each other to the end of 6th grade. Also in 6th I had the best homeroom teacher, Let's just call her Mrs.steelers. Mrs.steelers and I had a great bond, we both loved the steelers. Mrs.steelers would continue to guide me to victory in the 6th grade.
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My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
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The Problem Of Being A Dangerous Neighborhood
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It was Tuesday and the day was draining away. I wanted to go buy new hair dye, but I knew it was too late. Careless, I got money from my piggy bank and asked my little sister Natalie to come along. I usually go out by myself but I decided to take her to feel more safe. Since my parents were not home yet I had to make this trip quick, so we took the bus.
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Sir, I was walking home minding my own business when a guy came up behind me. He had, what felt like, a gun to my back. He said, “give me your wallet and you won't get hurt.” I gave him my wallet and then he ran off. I turned to see what he may look like. He was a six foot tall white male wearing a black hoodie. He was heading west on 5th avenue. Please help.
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“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” (Harper Lee – To Kill a Mockingbird)
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It was the end of my freshman year when both of my best friends moved out of New York. I couldn't imagine surviving the next three years of high school without them. I’ve always noticed how everyone would hang in a pair, or would speak to the same group of friends. As for the loners; well, they would be alone. I accepted the fact that this would be me; doing things on my own. However, I didn't call myself a loner; I thought of myself more as individualistic. And being individualistic was how I successfully survived the following three years of high school.
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Growing up we always have someone in our life who looks after us until we reach an age when we need less supervision. This person is also someone who we often enough look to in stressful times. For me this person is my dad. My dad and I do not always see eye to eye but we have a strong relationship that we can fall back on. The relationship has been tested at times. Things that are tested in it are disagreements, changes in view, or when I do something he thinks isn’t right. One time my dad and I took a fishing trip to Baucus Minnesota. Over this trip we had many fun times. One day we were on the boat and it was midafternoon the fish weren’t biting like they were earlier that morning. My dad wanted to leave. But I wanted to stay and fish a little while longer. He said “what’s the point of fishing if the fish aren’t biting” I responded with “what would we be doing if we were not fishing right now. I finally gave in and we got off the lake and then went to a nice restaurant and at the end of it my dad was right and we had a good day.
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The most important week of the year had snuck up on me once again. My final opportunity to put my hard work and dedication to use had come. I had been trying to make the Mukwonago Varsity Dance Team since freshman year. I wanted so badly to have my moment as a senior on a team that my peers actually cared about. However, what I did not know is that May 23rd, the first day of tryouts, would easily be the worst day of my life.
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I am the “friend” that came to school with you every single day. I was the one praying in the passenger sit as you drove staring at your phone. I was the one who saw you almost run over a person in our school’s parking lot. I don't understand why you put yourself and others at so much risk. I understand you are capable of driving a car, but no one, including your person, has the right to put others in so much danger. Maybe you think you are able to drive a vehicle without looking at the road, maybe you think you will never be in a dangerous accident, maybe you think texting and driving is safe. Let me tell you something…you are wrong!
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What this quote means is that education shouldn’t teach for the present but for the future. It ties in the idea of being of being a lifelong learner and scholar. And some ways you can contribute to making lifelong learners is teaching scholarly traits we’ve went many times. Education should build scholars that will build on themselves and their knowledge. It is important that students have their own academic interests instead of just going to school and learning ordered subjects and choosing through answers. Students need to be prepared to be well rounded and understand what things will be important to their life. It goes into that video I choose C and that shows the ways schools prepare students to circle answers.
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I was raised in a strict environment. Most of the time, my mother was at work and I was forced to withstand my grandmother. She saw me as an adolescent at such a young age and treated me like one. That is where my innocence was removed. Luckily, I had school. I was pretty dumb, both academically and emotionally. I was not a social person. I was a kid from Austin and I was new to the people and community. The community was neither bad or good. It seemed like a regular place as no other. Being a person that was blamed for nearly everything, I didn’t speak much. I didn’t socialize often. Eventually, I met my best friend. He understood my situation and we liked games. He actually opened my eyes to the world of gaming. Eventually, I made a few
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About three months ago my church groups went on a trek. This was a great experience were we got to know one another better. A trek was a opportunity to see what it was like for the pioneers who crossed the plains. And to go through the hard trials that the pioneers went through. they split us up into what we called family’s our adult leaders were our mas and pas. The other youth in our family’s are our brothers and sisters. We left on Monday morning at almost 5: 30 am and arrived in Wyoming at noon we slept in tents with our trek brothers. We would hike 18 miles the next day
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Just fifty-five miles more, and Dad and I would finally be at our campsite. We were trekking by car to Tennessee from our home in New York City, in pursuit of the first total solar eclipse to span the mainland U.S. in a century. This trip was just the latest of countless science-centered experiences Dad and I have shared, but, given the intense summer heat and the distance we needed to travel to be in the path of totality, it was certainly the most challenging. When our little Honda, packed to bursting with tents, camping gear, food, water, cameras, binoculars, a refracting telescope, and, of course, Mylar sheets (the latter “essentials” - Dad said - for safely looking at the sun), had lurched out of our driveway forty-eight hours earlier,
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I was living just on the outskirts of a big city in Ohio, close to a really scummy side of town. My friends and I would always walk to the corner market for candy and slushies, a trip we regularly made with no issues. One particular summer day my 3 friends and my little sister and I were making our way to the market. It was really hot and the anticipation of ice cream treats was overwhelming.
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