The Subway. My Personal Narrative

This past week has been full epic writing, and most important of all, epic revision!!!! The battle between my personal narrative and me has been complete and I have come out alive! Beginning this assignment was really the greatest battle. I often have a lack of desire when it comes to writing big papers, but it always ends up the same, once you start it, it’s not so bad. Towards the end it can get a bit rough, when your run into forks in the path of your writing, or when you get lost all together. One of the most important things that I “re-learned” this time has been how important it is to get a smart outside-person to look at your paper, and tell you if there is anything good hidden in what seems like a jumble of words. Up to the point that I got my future sister-in-law to do that for me, I felt just as jumbled as my paper looked. But she was able to tear my paper apart and pick a more clear direction that would make sense to my readers, and calm my nerves a bit. This is a clip of my narrative, one of my favorite parts, because it was the most influential part of my experience. I am thankful for this because it has helped me look at life from a little bit better perspective. “It was so easy to me. I waltzed along like there wasn’t even a ledge there. Although it was really easy and fun to me, it was a nightmare to others. I noticed that Brian hesitated, and he did not try to cover his feelings at all. Heights were his Achilles heel, and his weak spot was crushed. I stood there so uselessly staring at my friend. This grown man, my friend, crawling along the narrow path like the cliff’s edge was closing in on him. His knees started to bleed, leaving streaks of blood across the rocky path. I began to think of different ways that I could help him, but I could only draw blanks. There wasn’t anything I could do; he had to get through it himself.” It was good to finally get this experience down in writing. I have never written it in a journal, so I will always be able to look at this personal narrative and remember the things I learned that day.