Personal Narrative
Submitted by Raven on Thu, 2007-08-30 19:31.
Personal Narrative I miss my old school here in Alaska. I'm in another school in the Philippines. It is called UNIVERSITY OF IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. I'm in Grade School. My advisor is Ms.Corado. Instead of going in another classroom in the next subject, the teachers have to come to the room. We have to have a schedule, not just the specials but also the classes. Like HEKASI (Ms.Corado), Filipino (Ms.Antonio), Reading (Ms.Pregua), ClE (Christioan Living Euacation) Sir Andrade, Math (Ms.Logronio), Science (Ms.Matutino), Language, and HELE.
Some days we go to the laboratory, like speech lab, computer lab, and the auditorium (3rd floor). Sometimes the class is very loud, and rude (louder and a little ruder than this school). If I don't get injusted in this school I will have to go back here, which I'm tring to do. But I don't want to upset my parents. So if I don't do good my parents might let me go homeschooling, or go back here.
Submitted by Goober on Tue, 2007-05-22 19:22.
Personal Narrative I am so happy to be out of school for summer. I think that we got a lot accomplished this year. I think it will be nice to be 5th grader next year to. I had a lot of fun this year. The funnest thing that I did this year was when we took a field trip to Hamme Pool. It was really fun to go there because I got to go off the high diving board. It is really fun to do but scary when you first try doing it. To me the year went by really fast, but that is just me of course.
p.s, I hope to see you again.
Submitted by Monkey on Wed, 2007-05-16 08:29.
Personal Narrative To day I am going to a museum of Alaska history. I have to walk to the museum. It might not be that far?
I thought I was going to find old stuff and nice stuff at the museum.
When I went to the museum I found ice cream boxes, slide shows with pictures.
They were really old.
Submitted by Tornado on Mon, 2007-05-14 08:54.
Personal Narrative Before I became a fourth grader I had to go to kindergarten, 1st, 2nd,and on.
I started kindergarten in Arctic Light. The kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Stiller. That was my favorite teacher. I always wanted to stay in that class but I had to move on.
My next teacher was Mrs. Curtis. She was a nice first grade teacher. She had these little bookmarks with our names on it. If we got three of those bookmarks then the teacher had to call our parents. If we had to bookmarks then it was a ten minute time out. If we got one of those bookmarks then we had a warning. The colors were red, blue, and green. Green was for a warning, blue was for a time out, and red was for a call to parents. I think I got three or four red bookmarks. All I am trying to say that Mrs. Curtis was a good teacher.
Submitted by Messy on Thu, 2007-05-10 08:33.
Personal Narrative Yesterday we went to go see my baby brother and my mom in the hospital. The baby was chubby just like my dad. I can not wait until they come home. I hope my little brother likes me and the family. He is going to like my mom best because she feeds him.
He is a little sick now but he is okay. My mom is sore too. I think she is okay too. I am a little worried about my mom and my brother because they're sick and we don't want it. But that is okay.
They are probably coming home today I can't wait. I got him alot of stuff for him like a pillow and and a teddy bear. Then I got him some toys.
Submitted by Todadile on Thu, 2007-05-10 08:05.
Personal Narrative If pokémon were real I'd start out with a Piplup, the pinguin, one of the new sino pokémon. I'd catch a Ditto the transform pokémon next. Then train them and when my Piplup was at it's final evolved form, Empoleon the king pinguin pokémon, I'd breed it with ditto. Until I had a whole team of piplups. Then after that I'll battle the gym leaders. And after that I'd fight the elite four and then the pokémon league champion! Then after I beat him I'd become the world's greatest Piplup Trainer! So after I become 60 I'll grow a beard and become an angry old grocht.
The End
Submitted by Grudge on Thu, 2007-05-10 08:04.
Personal Narrative On Sunday I went to my cousin's house to play with him. We played tackle football and It was me, Zach and Kyle. Kyle is 13 and he is a good football player. Zach is a good interceptioner and he is a good tackler. Zach is 8 years old and he is the best football player. After that we went in the woods on our bikes and we got stuck in the mud. His sister fell in the mud, it was funny.
Submitted by Mochacaramel on Tue, 2007-05-08 08:43.
Personal Narrative Ahhhh!!!Splash!!! The rollercoaster hits water - everyone gets wet. I'm going to tell you about my trip at Disneyland.
I was there in front of Splash Mountain with my best friend, Dominique. We had to wait in a long line. I could hear screaming and yelling and the sound of water splashes.
When it was our turn we got on. The seats were wet from the water that splashed everywhere. We buckled our seatbelts and the ride started to move, the ride was starting.
We went up very slowly, then into circles....Ahhh, straight down we went plunging into the water. Crashing down came water, getting on everyone. Then we went back up to the other side. That side was even worst. It was long and dark were we were going. Then all the sudden I found myself and Dominique in a tunnel with water in it. We go very wet but we dried up going down a big, Giant, HUMUNGUS slide, Ahhhhh! Into a big puddle of water it was great and the ride was over.
Submitted by Caesar on Mon, 2007-04-30 08:34.
Personal Narrative On friday we played kickball against the 6th graders. We were up to kick the ball. Cole was first and he almost made a home run. But he got out on third base. Shawn was next and he got to 2nd base. Chris was next and he kicked it really and made a homerun. Joseph was next and he got out but when I kicked the I made it to 3rd base. Glen got to 2nd. Raymond made a home run so the score was 3 to nothing. Tanner got the last out.
So Cole was pitching and we got the three outs very fast. This time we made five more and now that is eight points total.
I was the picher next and Billy from the 6th grade was next and he kicked vary high.
Submitted by Frenzy on Mon, 2007-04-30 08:18.
Personal Narrative Last week I had to go to Dayton, Ohio. It was beautiful but it wasn't a vacation. The only reason I went was because my grandma was dying. But as we got there the hospital was bringing her in into the house.
I was really happy to see her. She was bald because of the cancer treatment. After a few days they called and said she had passed away.
I was happy that I got to see her before she died, and then as I came back from Ohio, I saw my TV turn on all by itself, and I thought it was a sign. But I felt better that I was safe and I knew that she was with me.
Submitted by Goober on Mon, 2007-04-30 08:17.
Personal Narrative On Friday after school we played against the sixth graders. It was so fun! We had to play so hard to match up to the sixth graders skill. We started to play so hard so we could beat them.The score was 10 to 0. The 4th graders had ten and the 6th graders had 0. It was a hard game to play.
Submitted by Caesar on Tue, 2007-04-24 09:25.
Personal Narrative One day me and my class went on a field trip to a fire department to see the fire trucks. When we got there we got to go to where they stay and play. They have a pool table and nine comfortable chairs. Our class got to sit in them. When we went back down there we got to slide down the pole. We got to go in a fire truck. We got to sit in the seats and we also got to stick the gear on ourselves. When we were there they heard a fire was very big so they went to the fire and we got to watch them slide down the pole and get all of their stuff on to go to the fire to be safe. When they left we finished the tour and then left.
Submitted by Tornado on Tue, 2007-04-24 09:17.
Personal Narrative The last time I had a fire was when I was on post. It was early in the morning. We had to go drop my dad off at work. Before we took him to work we noticed that the moon was red. My mom said can you see the moon.
We looked at the moon for a moment then we smelled something burning. All of a sudden we saw smoke rising up from the woods. Me, my mom, my dad, and my brother noticed that there was a fire. But thank God we're safe.
The next day we saw the moon was red again. It was another fire. So then we pulled over the car and we went to see what was going on. There were firemen working together to put out the fire. Later that day we heard thunder and lighting. My mom said go cut all the lights out, cut the television off, and don't turn on anything that has electric. So we came back down the stairs and we all sat in the living room.
Submitted by Messy on Tue, 2007-04-24 09:15.
Personal Narrative Do you play with fire? No! because you can get burned, you know. Fire is really hard to put out. That's why we call a fire department. The fire department comes and put the fire out. Sometimes they need more people to help them so they call a squad.
It really depends on if you just do it for fun. You can go to jail and you will have to pay the price. Sometimes if you try to burn the fire in the barrel and it gets out of hand and if you did it right you will just have to go to court.
You really need permission to start a fire. If you get permission and you don't follow the directions, that will also make you go to jail. But if you do follow the directions you will probably not go to jail.
Submitted by Puffypuff on Tue, 2007-04-24 09:10.
Personal Narrative One day when I was driving I passed a big fire and the guy who made the fire died in the fire. It said on the news that he made the fire so he can die, but I don't believe it. Who would do such a thing?
The other thing is that he was having a bbq. Then he put some gasoline on the stove part and then he laid on it. That's what the news said.
Why do people play with fire? I can answer that all by myself. They play with fire cause they think its cool to them, but its not. You can get burnt and getting burnt isn't really cool is it? Maybe to some people, but not to me, it hearts so bad.
Submitted by Caesar on Fri, 2007-04-20 08:34.
Personal Narrative One day me and my dad went to our property. When we got there we had to get the wood for the counters. So my dad started to cut the wood. And I was cleaning all of the trash that was frozen and the wood that was frozen. I put all of the wood on a blue tarp and the trash in a plastic bag. All the wood that my dad is cutting I stick it in the house so we can make it. All the wood that I put on the tarp I put it in a pile so I can burn it. All of the sawdust that my dad cut I put in a fire.
After the fire was out we went to watch the hockey game. But I went to play with my friend. We rode bikes intill I went home.
Submitted by Foxpup on Fri, 2007-04-20 08:26.
Personal Narrative Today is my dad's birthbay. I don't know if we are going to do anything. During recess I'm going to make something. I don't know if we're going to dinner or anything. But I know he likes the home show and that is this weekend. He will probably go there with me, mom or not. I know in our house If it is your birthday, no chores, nothing. It is cool. But all I know is it is my dad's birthday!!
Submitted by Tornado on Fri, 2007-04-20 08:16.
Personal Narrative My home town is South Carolina. My dad is from Gilbert and my mom is from Columbia. I think Columbia and Gilbert is near Lexington because if you look in the atlas or a map then you would see Gilbert and Columbia near Lexington. I don’t remember when I was a baby but I remember my Papa Roger's van. He always drove me around when my mom and dad said it was okay. The place that I really liked was golden carral. My mom and dad said that I always wanted what they wanted. If I had something different from what they had then I would start crying. I really like South Carolina.
Submitted by Messy on Fri, 2007-04-20 08:10.
Personal Narrative My mom is probably having her baby in two more weeks. I had to set-up his room. I took the baby-carriage up to his room and the diapers. Me and my mom did the clothes for his. My mom got him some toys from Fred Meyer's and some shoes. My dad got him some hats and socks and so did my brother. My family can not wait for him to join the family. And for him to have a good life when he comes. I hope he likes this family and where he lives.
Submitted by Dash on Thu, 2007-04-19 08:40.
Personal Narrative Kickball is a game that I play at my school. It is like baseball and soccer because baseball has all the bases and a field. But you don't catch with a baseball glove. You catch it with your hands.
In baseball you can't throw the ball but in kickball you can unless you have a hard kickball. We don't throw because we use kind a like a hard ball. In summer we use to have a rubber ball until the rubber ball lost the air in winter. So the ref bought us a new ball. I like it.
On April 19,2007 we were playing kickball. We were out in the field and my best friend Caesar was kicking and he kicks far. I was at third base. Then he kicked the ball and I ran to 2nd base and I caught his ball.
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