student example personal narrative
I’ve outgrown this building.
My mind shifts uncomfortably, fleshy puffs bursting from the windows and open doors, groaning in resistance as it shimmies itself into these dark-washed confinements that are our hallways. Every day. Twenty after seven.
I wish I didn’t know what
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By Rebecca Landell
I can still see her there, on the front steps, standing by her son. She wasn't beautiful. No, she wasn't beautiful, but she was lovely. Her arms would be crossed, her carrot-red hair brushing her shoulders, and she would be saying - as she always did when I thanked her at the end of a lesson - "It's a pleasure."
Going down Cold Tree Hill
By Charlotte Dworshak
Burlington High School, Grade 10
I scrape the snow off my skis as I sit on the chair and wait. It is made of metal that has been turned white with the frigid air. I think about how cold it was last night and how the chair must have been in the middle of the night. I shiver at the thought. I look at my torn gloves and ball my hands up to keep them warm. A gust of wind comes as I protect my face by tipping it down. It is snowing in big clumps, and I try to catch one on my tongue. I do; it instantly melts like cotton candy. I stare straight at the falling snow and watch it tease me by coming straight at my goggles but never hitting them. Read more »
By Lucy Skinner
Richmond Middle School, Grade 7 Read more »
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By Molly Ziegler
Hartford High School, Grade 11
Winter was never my favorite season. All of the inconveniences that come with the season make it hard for me to truly enjoy it, like icy roads and frostbite. Don't get me wrong, I never thought that snow was ugly. I just don't like the consequences of its beauty. Read more »
By Lily Harris
Charlotte Central School, Grade 6
On a warm, sunny day in July, 1998, we stood in a circle in my huge back yard and planted my tree. My family and our very close friends were gathered to celebrate my adoption. The tree we planted is a red maple.
I have noticed over the years that my tree is a lot like me. Read more »
By Eman Hayyat
Middlebury Union High School,Grade 10
Those who don’t understand Arabic or the culture say we are bad people. Those who listen to the news and watch the destruction assume we are terrorists. The walls come crumbling down and so do our lives. They see the dark skin, the dark hair, and the dark eyes and think we are monsters.