We all have one of those grandparents that we know we are able to get away with more stuff than the other one that can be more fun at times or more of a pushover. Although all my grandparents are special to me in their own way my papa also know as my hero can be best described as this type of grandparent. When I was younger and my mom would go to work and drop me off at my nanas and papas. My nana and papa would have to take care of me and ,at the very least this meant, watching cowboys all day with oreos and milk and maybe the privilege of getting to drink some coffee. My mom would never allow us to drink coffee and whenever I would go over there she always said “ remember NO drinking coffee, it going to stunt your growth”. Little did she know papa didn’t believe her “Myth” and felt that it was ok for me to drink coffee. Standing on the stepstool watching papa make the coffee as he put the strong smelling dark powder into what I considered a little paper party hat. My heart leaped with excitement, I wasn’t able to drink it much because mom didn’t allow me too, but when I had it I was so happy. If I hadn’t know any better I would think the coffee pot was raining black rain. I was so amazed by how the coffee changed colors from dark to light once the creamer was added. The first sip always left a sting to my tongue, but still tasted good. I never seemed to understand the cowboy shows that papa always watched. Filled with western cowboy fighting horses and other action packed adventures.The trials and tribulations of these seemed to the cowboys with their deep southern accents also kept papaa the edge of seat wondering what is going to happen…
A Personal Narrative of Race
How have I constructed race in my life?
To help initiate our conversation about race, we are going to begin by exploring our own
history with the idea. This assignment is rather simple: tell a story about when you first
became aware of your own race – your “blackness,” “whiteness,” “Asianness,”
“Latinoness,” etc . Consider these central questions:
When was the first time that race mattered – whether in a positive or negative way –
in the construction of…
Essay #1 Personal Narrative
Setting Good Examples
It all happened one day in fourth grade. The playground was filled with boisterous kids that scurried around, ranging from third to fifth grade. Half of the third graders crowded the enormous blue sandboxes, while the other half formed lines by the swings. The fifth graders, including Luke Haffman, who I had the biggest crush on, were either playing basketball or loitering by the forbidden tree-line…
Amplification- adding more information to a sentence to make it stand out more so the reader can relate to it and get more out of it.
Apocryphal Story- A unauthentic story, questionable
personal narratives helps us relate to eachother and bonds people together in a way where is really deep and it makes us see someone in a different light.
Coherence- logically stcking statements together that flow is really essential to storytelling because it helps listeners really get a good understanding…
Life Philosophy Narrative
February 9, 2014
Brenda Baker, Instructor
This life narrative reflection was an interesting assignment that help me define what my values and beliefs measure in my life. What proved to be easy was the “free week” because most individuals (such as myself) have an vacation spot imagined and planned just in case the opportunity present itself. The most difficult, was to see myself…
Comp. for College
16 January 2015
Death and Being
I am an analytical person. Reason is my best friend. Reason has helped me through a lot of painful breakups, family issues, personal struggles, etc. Not everyone has an inherent need to justify and understand every emotion they feel or even most emotions that they feel, but I do. In the midst of a particularly painful breakup, I actually started journaling a sort of question and answer session. I asked questions like ‘what…
Topic: My dad developing leukemia.
General Purpose: To inform.
Specific Purpose: At the end of my presentation, the audience will know how the story of my dad shaped me into having the values of appreciation and staying positive.
Central Idea: My dad is the reason for my values appreciation and being positive.
Organizational pattern: Topical.
Can you imagine starting your senior year with everything going for you, and then about three months before the end of it…
My goal at Durham Tech is to get my degree in computer program no matter how long it takes me .Because I have great plan for the computer program degree. I want to use my knowledge medical issues and the computer programing to come up the software that can make healthcare more assessable to everyone though mobile app and making healthcare smarter.
Before I came to Durham Tech I was working a lot of hour as a Certified Nurse Assistant .One day I was sating at work just think…
It’s a starry night on a cold October night, the breeze chilling to the bone. Nights like these remind me of solemn memories and lessons learned in the harshest way. It was around this time about two years ago that I learned to never take anything, or anyone, for granted. There’s a friend of mine I lost to suicide two years ago, I’ll just call her Ashe. She struggled with depression, abuse, and what happened two years ago taught me in the hardest way to not take anything for…
5 July 2015
The Struggle of writing
Growing up in a family that always pushed for excellence in the classroom made me afraid to come home with anything less than an A. Most of my peers completely despised reading. I looked forward to getting reading assignments. However, I feel that I lack experience in writing, I have a love hate relationship with English, especially when it comes to writing assignments. It is the one and only vulnerable spot in my otherwise…
Personal Narrative draft #3
Writing and Critical Inquiry
August 28, 2013
When It all Went Wrong
I was in my room at my desk attempting to study, and all of a sudden everything went dark. It was a moment of pure panic, I couldn’t tell the difference between the sound of trees falling, and parts of houses being blown around by the powerful winds. I wanted to look out the window to see the destruction that Hurricane Sandy was causing, but I was afraid to. I wasn’t sue if I should…