When writing a narrative essay, you should have some essential writing skills since it involves telling a story about your own experience. However; one does not have to create a fiction story about his or her life. You can actually write a story about your everyday experiences to make it more like a writing inspiration. Narrative essays are written in the first person but the story should be told in past tense. Let’s look at how to write a narrative essay about yourself;
Choose a good topic
The writing guide involves coming up with a story and analyzing it. In fact, narrative essays are about testing your creativity. Since storytelling is one of the important aspects ingredients for a narrative essay, the writer should ensure the story is interesting using the right essay ideas. In addition, it should not involve outside research .You must do careful thinking to ensure you come up with the best story. The details of the story should resemble reality by expressing dynamism, strong emotions and your writing inspiration.
Use simple language
One should not use too much vocabulary .You should use simple essay hacks like staring with a good quote for inspiration. The writing process should involve use of simple language that is easy to read and understand. When you use large vocabulary to express your essay ideas, the reader may lose interest in your essay. Use the right words that are easy to understand and clear grammar.
The story should fit the assignment
Since narrative essays are school assignments, they should be written based on the prompt given by the teacher. Even if you have an eye-catching story, it must fit the assignment. Some essay hook examples include; writing how your personality was transformed, how you were able to overcome a situation, how you failed and you had to deal with the failure etc. However, the writing hooks should make sense. One should also note that there is no situation without a lesson learnt.
The story should have a qualitative plot
One should be able to answer questions like;
- Where does your story start or end?
- Apart from yourself, who else is important to the story?
- Who affected the outcome of the story?
- What are the specific details you can remember about the story?
The story should be concise, vibrant and specific to the point. It should have a start, climax and an essay conclusion. You should ensure the readers taste every moment of the story. Further, the last sentences should point out the main idea of your story. The narrative essays should not be too broad hence one should limit the plot, characters and the setting. Likewise, you can include other characters who play an important role. You don’t have to write a formal essay outline unless otherwise advised. The basic essay form should identify the antagonist and protagonist. A protagonist is the person who is struggling with something while the antagonist is the person who is prevents the protagonist from getting what they actually want.
Revising your essay
This involves essay editing after you have written your rough draft. This is the most important part of your writing. First, ensure the main points are clear. The purpose of the story needs to come out very clearly. The scenes and summaries should also be well done. Likewise, your writing styles and format should be checked. In addition, the words that are spoken by characters should be in quotation. Further, check your essay punctuation and spelling mistakes. In a nut shell; when you are faced with the task of essay writing, you should create the correct atmosphere by writing about something that matters to you. In fact, you should put yourself in the readers’ place by making the events in the story real. Once you follow the above tips on how to write a narrative essay about yourself, you will be able to turn your real life into a beautiful essay.
LGH BEST ESSAY
Who am I? And why are you so different?
In fact, I am a nobody. A piece of dirt. Compared to the world's population of six billion I'm a nobody. Compared to people like Barack Obama and Mahatma Gandhi I don't matter. But in my own small world, I try to matter. I try to be someone you recognize. Somebody happy. Somehow me.
I was different from the very beginning. I was born nine weeks earlier than they expected, but I survived and now I am a healthy person. I am an only child. Both my parents started to work again when I was three years old, so I was on my own more often than the other children, which was not bad at all. So I had to entertain myself. I grew up differently. When I was happy, I always sang songs nobody knew because I made them up in my mind. I have experiences nobody can share with me. Nobody grew up like I did. I grew up differently.
I still am. Different, I mean. I have all those pictures in my head, almost my whole life. Everything I see is like a picture stream in my head. I can see pictures of my first day at school and I can exactly remember the way the sun rays went through the windows of the classroom and illuminated my classmates' heads. I see a long road in the desert, it's already sundown – my first visit in New Mexico, USA, when I was six years old. I think I can keep those pictures better than other people. Other people forget those little details. I don't. I like to watch the people in the underground and try to imagine their life. Others wouldn't even realise them. I can look at a dirty wall or an uneven stone and suddenly I see faces or animals in those patterns of nature, although they are not really there. Other people would call me insane if I'd tell them what I see. And what I see becomes stuck as a picture in my head.
I am so different because the pictures in my head get so many and sometimes I have the feeling that they'll make my head go off. So I have to get them out of my head. Therefore, I put them on a piece of paper. I write them down. I write what I saw once. Or I draw. Sometimes I even put those pictures in the music I make and share them with people. And then they don't call me insane anymore.
But there's also another reason besides the pictures for why I am so different and why I am who I am: I'm not reasonable. I mean I'm kind of reasonable in the way that I do my homework and go to bed at 10 pm, but I'm totally not emotionally reasonable. Let me give you an example: I once loved a person. It doesn't matter who he is. But if I were emotionally reasonable I would have told myself from the very beginning: Forget about him. It's neither reasonable nor possible that the two of you will ever come together. Then, for a normal person, it would be okay. But from the very beginning I was not able to oppress my feelings in the way I just had to let the love out of me and see it as a possibility to do something weird in my life. Now since I know that he doesn't love me I can let it go, and in this point I'm reasonable again, but at first, I'm as unreasonable as possible for as long as I can. And so are my plans and my lifestyle: Not reasonable from the very beginning. Tomorrow I could be hit by a car and die. And who tells me I have to go to university and that I have to marry someday? It's mylife. And so I want it to be unreasonable, unpredictable and not at all comparable with any other life on this earth.
My greatest aim is happiness, or at least the shape of happiness. I try to reach it every day. Going swimming in a lake with my clothes on is definitely unreasonable, but it just pushes the happiness out of me. You can hear nobody but me singReggae songs aloud on a beach in Northwestern Denmark, but these are exactly the best moments of my life. When nothing matters but happiness.
I really don't have any fixed plans for my future, but I like the thought of me traveling around and doing what I have always wanted to do. I love Denmark because it's quiet and rough. I love San Francisco because you can discover something behind each corner of this city. And I love New Mexico because I feel at home in the desert there. And I love France because I love the French language and culture. A strange combination of places, isn't it? It's like a mirror to my strange soul. I like roughness and loneliness, the heat and drought, but neither do I deny culture.
I have dreadlocks. This is why people in the streets often look at me like as though they had just seen an alien. I'd like to take away all these prejudices. I'm a kind person, well, I'm sarcastic and I have a very special humor. As far as politics are concerned I'm on the very left side (but noton the radical side), but I'm kind. I'm kind because I never had to argue with my brothers or sisters in my childhood and I often find myself in the hammock of harmony, rocking myself into a world behind the little arguments. But don't blame me just for that.
So, in fact, I'm a nobody, still, after all. I'm a piece of dirt although I wrote those lines in order to make myself matter. That's what you might think now after having read all these selfish words which don't matter either. And you're totally right: Compared to the world's population of six billion I'm a nobody and compared to you and your friends I don't matter.
But now, after all that, I slowly start to matter in your brain because you begin to remember what you just read about me and you think about me. Maybe you start to search and find pictures in your head, banned into an empty corner. You start to share them and then a sudden feeling of irrationality overwhelms you and you decide to visit your grandma and share ten cups of self-made frozen yogurt with her. You forget your future and live in the present. And maybe you even get to tell somebody that you love him or her, somebody of whom you thought up to this point: “It's either unreasonable or unrealistic.”
And see: This is the point where I am different and I start to matter for you: This is the point where I could give you an impression of my way of living and the point where you (maybe in a long time) again feel the happiness pushing out of you.
Thank you for reading this and making me matter.
Institution Notre Dame BEST ESSAY
Who am I?
You’re so different!
If I were a …
If I were an actress in a movie
I would be Emma Watson
In Harry Potter because
She is gorgeous, intelligent
And she is funny
If I were a colour
I’d be brown because
I love chocolate
And I like making chocolate cake
I would be brown because
My skin is pale like white chocolate
And my eyes are like chocolate with mint
If I were an animal
I wish to be a cat because
I love my cats
I like sleeping, doing nothing
And I am keen on of massage
If I were a character in a book
I wish to be Karigan G'ladheon
In the Green Rider because
She is brave, intelligent
And she is generous
Me and my family
Axelle is a French name
But Walschaerts is a Flemish name
I am fourteen years old
So I am not old
My hair is brown like chocolate
Furthermore I am crazy about chocolate
My eyes are green and brown
Whereas my skin is pale so not brown
I am of medium height
Moreover I am not overweight
I am honest and humble
By cons sometimes I am not sociable
I like playing the piano and practicing climbing
But I prefer skiing
For me, the American series
Are better than the French series
I think the savoury dishes
Are less delicious than the sweet dishes
I have one brother and one sister
Who are more than twenty years old
I have one sister
Who is seventeen years old
During the weeks when I have to go to school
I share a bedroom with this sister because
My home is far from our high school
My parents are not divorced
And they are married
We live in a little town
Out in the country in Drôme
We live in this house for fifteen years
I have a half sister
Who has three daughters
She lives in Grigny
It is a town not far from Paris
Where I live
during the World War II
Where there is the biggest zip wire
About 43 698 km²
And this region is more populated
Than Scotland or Denmark
For me, Rhône-Alpes is the better
Region because it is not far from a sea and the mountain
Rhône-Alpes composed France
This country is separated
Into twenty two regions
France is one of the twenty seven countries
This composed the European Union
In the capital of France, Paris,
There is the only Disneyland Park of Europe
So I live in the region of Rhône-Alpes
with my family
I am French and European
I am fourteen, I like chocolate, cats and I like practicing sport.
You’re so different!
If you read this you must be European
And you may be participate in
The Comenius project
But you might not be French
Are we the same age?
If you are British:
Or do you wear a kilt?
If you are German:
Do you eat a lot of potatoes?
Do you drink beer?
Do you like cars?
Are you disciplined?
Which “Länder” of Germany do you live in?
Do you wear “Bayern” clothes?
Have you blonde hair and blue eyes?
If you are Italian:
If you are Norwegian:
Differences In common
|We have a lot of difference:|
I am a girl
But we have things in common:
You can be a girl like me
ITCS LAZZARI BEST ESSAY
WHO AM I?
My name is Martina, I’m a mint chocolate cream puff; I’m a little bit plump, like a pastry , my hair is blond, like cream. I’m a blend of rich chocolate infused into a bittersweet minty flavor which combine to provide a strong flavor that represents who I am.
I’m a contradiction between two different flavors that came together, Now at fifteen, I am still innocent and naïve, I am fearful of heights, scary movies, and bed bugs. I look at life as a mine of opportunities . I do not know who and what I will be when I'm 22, 27, or 32. I am really open to opportunities and experiences. I want to learn a wide range of topics, from foreign languages and geography to hip hop and modern dance . I look at life as a spontaneous adventure; wherever life takes me, I‘ll be there for a reason. I don’t have a clear image of my identity. I am the perfect blend of my innocent and carefree childhood, where everything was great and of my present and confident, fifteen year old self, who believes that through determination and the right kind of attitude, I can go far. I am the perfect contradiction of Mint Chocolate cream puff .
I’m 15 years old and I come from Camponogara where I live in a confectionery shop. Something more about me ? Well, I’m talkative, I like chatting a lot, I love meeting new people!! I’m always optimistic, I never think that something is going bad.
The best thing that makes me happy is when my friends feel good. I hate when somebody is angry with me because I feel sad.
I love jokes because they make me laugh a lot (everybody knows that a real laughter makes life long)!!!
I care about people in need. In fact I would like to feed everybody who’s starving because my taste is simply divine.
I worry about nature and I can’t stand when people leave their litter on the ground.
It really gets on my nerves when I hear on the TV that someone harasses a woman And in Italyit happens quite often
I love dancing and I want to become a dancer. After school I want to go to the University and get a degree in languages.
My favourite clothes are: jeans and large sweatshirts. I love trainers!!
I really like reading especially stories about people who lived during the Second World War.
I haven’t too much time to watch television, but when I do it I usually watch dance programmes like “America’s Best Dance Crew”or music programmes like Mtv.
With my friends I talk about everything: from music to boys, from dance to school.
When I’m not at school I usually do my homework and when I finish it I go to dance training or I go out with my friends.
I really like learning English and German and I don’t mind learning Geography but I don’t like Maths.
If I won a million euros in the lottery first of all I would buy a beautiful car for my dad and a valuable ring for my mum .If I suddenly had two weeks free I would call my friends and pay an unforgettable journey to New York !! I think that we’ll have a lot of fun there!!!
I admire everybody who gets what they want.
I’m so young and I have much time for doing all the things that I would like to do in my life. First of all a long journey around the world to know the different cultures and countries!!!!
I love knowing that there is someone different from me.
As a cream puff I consider food a cultural element. And I think that the preference for some food and the refusal for others, comes from the culture. Every culture has a code which is determined by geographical, environmental, economical, historical and nutritional components.
There are dishes which are related to the place where you come from, they affirm your identity, and a meal promotes the integration for a different culture.
As you know I’m a chocolate cream puff. Few days ago a customer took me to his home and I heard that they were talking about different eating habits in the world. I learnt that In the United Kingdom for breakfast they have: eggs, bacon, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried bread or toast with butter and sausages.
I thought: really?? That’s incredible !
In Italywe usually eat: coffee, milk, cereals, biscuits, tea and croissants. It’s totaly different!!!!
We eat that stuff for lunch!!
Then I heard that they eat fish and chips for lunch! Where I live we usually eat pasta, meat, vegetables, cheese or fish. I’m so curious to taste their food!
I listened to the converstion and I realized that on Tuesday there was going to be a special party!!
They were going to prepare different food like hamburger, sandwiches, cheese cakes from America; cous cous, kebab, lentil from Africa; sushi, sashimi from Asia and pasta, pizza, risotto from Italyof course.
I can’t wait... and obviously I will take part in it!!! But I really hope that nobody will eat me!!!
I’m so young and I want to do lots of things in my sweetlife!!!!!!
I’ve lived in Camponogara all my life and I really like living here because it is a small town and I know most people here. The weather in winter is cold but it rarely snows. In summer it is hot and sometimes is too hot! But I love summer because my friends and I can stay out a lot of our time. We usually have bike trips in our city or have supper outdoors and at night we look at the stars.
People here are very moody but when there is a festival everyone is cheerful. We are always ready to meeting new people!
The country of Italyis made up by many different regions and provinces, each one with its own distinctive dialect, history and culture. In my region we speak a special dialect , the Venetian which is almost a language for us . It’s too funny practicing it with old people: sometimes I don’t understand what they say, but they teach me the meaning of the words because the dialect is part of my identity and I don’t want to neglect it. I’m worried about the possibility that most of young people neglect our native language, infact lots of my friends don’t understand or don’t speak a bit of venetian. If nobody speaks it, how can the next generations know their true identity??
However I love my country, Italyhas the most beautiful art in the world. From every country of the world lots of people come here for eating our specialities like spaghetti, pasta, pizza and other food. They come to Venice for a gondola ride, for visiting Piazza San Marco and Rialto Bridge, each year there come about 22 millions of tourists!!
In Italy there’s a difference between North and South, even in the food. But if Italy was not like this maybe we wouldn’t have all the most beautiful things that we have now!!
I love living here, but when I grow up I hope I’ll have the opportunity to go to other cities and countries and I’ll be able to make comparisons with the place of my childhood!!!
In fact I don’t want to be a cream puff all my life!
SELBAKK SKOLE BEST ESSAY
Nora Paulsen Skjerdingstad
“Who am I and why are you so different”
“I am not perfect – neither am I”
I wake up. My eyes strive to get up, and a little light comes through the window and hit my face. I crawl under the duvet, but understand that I have to get up. I have to go to school.
My feet hit the ground, I run. Blueberry shrubs strike my legs. It is cold. All I can see is the blue ocean in front of me. What is hid on the other side?
I am sitting in the classroom. My teacher, Anita, tries to explain the class how other teenagers live in this world, so very different from our way of living. I’m not listening. I don't care about school. I look through the window and see her standing there. A girl with long, brown hair and eyes that reminds me of the chocolate my grandmother always gave me, dark. She is wearing a winter jacket, but it isn't winter yet. She looks nervous, takes a step back, afraid of doing something wrong. My enthusiastic teacher claps her hands and bursts out: “oh, there you are! My students are looking forward to have you in our class.” Are we going to have a new girl in class? “Elena is a girl from Italy, she has just moved here”, my teacher continues.“Elena, just sit down beside Julie. You will become great friends.” Julie is the coolest girl in class. No one says anything against her. And she is mean. All the “losers” just have to back off.
Elena takes her books and runs out when school is finished. She seems confused and still afraid. Julie comes behind her, shouting. “Why did you come to Norway! We don't need more Italians to work in taxies! Go home!” Elena runs with tears in her eyes, doesn't look back.
I go home. The wind blows around me, but it is actually quite warm outside, 15 degrees or something. I can see our house from the road, a little, red house with white window frames. I go in and shout that I am home. No one answers. Then I go into the kitchen. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, so I take a slice of bread with brown cheese and put it into my greedy mouth. Then I go up to my room. Posters of celebrities engrave my room, and a mirror takes almost the whole place on the left wall. I look into it and study my face slowly. I have two blue eyes which are too close. I have a nose which actually looks like a potato. My mouth is too big. My light skin makes me look like a ghost, mystically and silent. I have curly hair that stands around me like a cloud. Why did I become me? Why couldn't I just be a perfect, popular girl with slim body and dark straight hair, why? Why was I so shy? Couldn't I be the outgoing girl with many friends? When did I become me, and why did I become this fat girl who loves food? I jump up in my bed and hold my pillow over my face. I am wearing a trouser which are too big, a sweater that is so long that it reaches my knees. Doesn’t show anything...
My naked feet are frozen, and my pyjamas doesn't warm much either. The sky is light pink and orange. It is morning. The wind is playing with my curly hair, and far down the waves punches the stones with big enthusiasm.
“Elena, it’s dinner!” Elena lies in bed with her face in her pillow. She is crying. Why did they move here? She couldn't understand it. It is cold here, she has to learn a new language, she doesn't get any friends, and the food they eat here, it’s just so strange. She knows that they had to move because they got the opportunity to get work here. No one says no to a job in one of the world's richest countries, but is it actually that great here? They have beautiful nature of course, fjords and mountains. In Italy they have beaches along the coast. Oh, she just misses to feel the hot sun burn her golden skin. She goes down to the kitchen. Her three brothers sit by the table, highly laughing. Someone doesn't have so crappy life, or what?
It is Monday and school. I look through my window as usual. I can hear Julie teases Elena. “I have seen your house! Haha... if you can call it that!”. Can you really enjoy someone's sadness so much! And is it bad to be different? Can you say that someone is different? Aren't we all quite alike? We are humans, aren't we? Shouldn't we act like humans too?
I just look at the ocean. The height makes me want to jump, and my feet are close to the rock, close to death.
I am eating dinner with my family, fish and potatoes. My mum is sitting towards me, and my ten years old brother is laughing with potato and fish in his mouth. He is wearing a big knitted sweater in red, blue and white. He is looking like a walking Norwegian flag. “I am not hungry”. I am whispering. My mum looks concerned at me. “Emma, you have to eat something”. “I am not hungry I said” I shout, and run to my room. “I am not perfect”, I scream when I am using all my powers to remove the posters from my wall, celebrities who smiles at me with white teeth and golden skin.
Why is everybody so different from me? Elena looks at herself in the mirror at the bathroom. Everybody here plays handball and football. In the winter they go skiing. Someone in class have already done that up at the mountains. It is just so cold here now, and it is just the very beginning of November! In the mirror she can see two dark eyes that stare back. The same eyes that stared at her mother fourteen years ago. It is her birthday.
The big rock wishes me welcome, but the grass and the blueberry shrubs stick my pale legs. The wind ravages with my pyjamas, but I am not fighting against it. “Dear mum and brother”, my voice sounds tiny out here. “I have taken this conclusion. Is it right to just take place in this world? I am just a young, fat Norwegian girl. I don't play handball or football like the others. I actually don't like to go skiing either. Isn't that strange! I am Norwegian, am I not?” I am just a few centimetres from death now, one last step. My life passes in front of me. Summer, spring, autumn and winter. I hit the water. It is so cold.
Elena looks towards the rocks. Is it a girl who stands there? What is she doing? Elena runs, she fells, but doesn't care. Down in the water Elena can see the girl. Isn't it Emma from class? Emma gets thrown between the big waves, and then Elena understands it. Not everybody is happy with their life. As she jumps down in the water she thinks about her family. Will they miss her? What will she miss? Mum's pasta salad maybe or laying on the beach a warm summer day in Italy.
I have water in my mouth, and soon I am going under, but I am not afraid. Suddenly a hand grabs mine. I get up to the surface again. It is Elena! Did she jump after me? I look into her eyes, they are afraid. I hold her hand. It is small, but kind of strong. We both go under as a new wave hits the rock. “We aren't so different we”, I say when I fight to the surface again. Elena smiles, but it doesn't last. A new wave makes us go under again. I am thinking of everything I am going to miss: the snow, the presents for Christmas and 17.of May, and grandmother's homemade bread with brown cheese. I will miss all these things, but I am also wondering what will happen in heaven... I am on my way!
WYCLIFFE COLLEGE BEST ESSAY
Who am I and why are you so different?
I’m Illya Nuzbrokh. I’m 13. I’m a boy. I’m from Kiev, which is the capital of Ukraine. I study in England.
I can write much information about myself and nobody is the same as I am; even more, nobody is the same as anyone else. All the people on the Earth are different from each other. Everyone on the Earth is an individual. What exactly makes us individuals? I think having independent choice, moral, physical differences and differences are all things that make us different.
Having independent choice means that it depends only on us what we will choose.
Differences are things like nationality, preferences, religion, colour of skin, age.
Sometimes people hate, give offence and sometimes even kill other people because of their differences such as nationality, religion, and even preferring another football team.
There are many reasons for such behaviour, but the most common is when people have complexes; they want to seem higher so they make other people seem lower because it’s harder to grow than to lower others. Or they are religious fanatics; fanaticism makes people blind.
And so the problem today is that we try to find differences between ourselves; yes we are individuals, but we have to find some common things: things that will bind us together.
For the end we all are human beings.