Monkeying Around A couple of years ago, I was mowing the lawn in my grandmother’s backyard. It was extremely hot and the sun was beating down relentlessly. Then all of a sudden, I spotted an object under the six inches of grass. I picked up the faded pink object only to discover that is was a monkey. Not a real monkey, but one of those monkeys from those Barrels of Monkeys. At that moment when I first realized that it was a monkey, I immediately thought of my grandfather. He had passed away some eight or nine years before when I was very young. The reason I had thought of my grandfather at that moment is because when my brother, sister, and I were younger, we would toss the monkeys up onto the electrical wire that stretched across my grandfather’s yard. The small monkey with the hooked arms and a slight discoloration from the dirt had brought back many great memories. My grandfather had taught us the art of tossing monkeys to the best of his ability. Touching the monkey again, rubbing it like a rabbit’s foot or a lucky coin, I was reminded of what a great friend, artist, and grandpa he was. Grandpa was considered a short man, but to me he was always a giant. His frail figure was always clothed in drab brown colors, certainly not of the times. He also wore a pair of brown corduroy slippers with holes that he swore he was just breaking in. He also always had a five o’clock shadow of white whiskers. He was an all-around grandpa just like anyone else’s. My brother, sister and I would watch him draw for hours. Through my grandpa, my dad had also inherited the talent to draw, which I have also inherited to some extent. My grandfather was a commercial artist; he could draw anything and more. He always took the time from his hundreds of projects and creations to teach me and show me the way. He saw that I had potential at such a young age. With my pencil and eye, I tried to recreate Grandpa’s work, and it was good enough for any grandpa’s pride. The hours we spent together I remember the most: watching cartoons, especially He-Man and She-Ra, and then Grandpa drawing his own He-Man and She-Ra comics for us. There was also Monchichi, another monkey in our lives. He was a cute and cuddly monkey; the name alone, Monchichi, when spoken by Grandpa, made us laugh with delight. Grandpa could help me with anything I needed and always had ideas flowing. He kept files and clippings of anything and everything to refer back to. His imagination could be sparked with a minimum of an idea, turning it into something great and magnificent. My dad always said, “Don’t get him started or his creative juices will overflow.” He would become so enraptured in whatever he was doing, the next thing you knew, it was four in the morning and the pot of coffee had burned through. After nights like that, my parents
Michelle E. Diaz Prof. Beck ENC 1101 - 189381 November 3, 2014 Narrative Essay Revision Resentment: Self-Inflicted and Self-Cured Overcoming an obstacle doesn't mean that certain events have to stop occurring so that it's classified as overcome. I was once told, “Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it.” I believe that to be 100% correct. I was raised in a culture where the man of the family, the father, the husband, holds the utmost authority and responsibility…
Narrative Essay The transition of a high school student to a college undergraduate is a life-changing experience that most youths go through. The course that led to this transformative event began on the first day I entered high school. Attending a technical school for four years was the best decision I could have made. It prepared me for the real world while simultaneously providing me with the skills needed for college. My first year in high school was like moving into a new city and trying to…
Abukhalaf /Picture p 1 Summer Abukhalaf Mr.Greene Freshman Writing, Block 4 Narrative Essay 1/7/15 The 31st By Summer Abukhalaf “Meet with us in science after school, okay?” Maggie says. “Okay, let me call my mom and tell her about it,” I say. I know my mom will never let me walk with my friends to go to someones house. I’m so excited to go trick or treating with my friends. This year is supposed to be absolutely perfect. Eighth grade is very important. It’s your last year in middle school…
Essay #1: The Narrative The waves crashed down at a velocity only measurable by Mother Nature plunged me down into the abyss of the ocean floor. Her volume and mass of water tossed me around like a pin ball bouncing off rubber paddles. I helplessly squirmed around trying to find my sense of direction. Thoughts of accepting a trophy, coated with a glazy gold plastic dip, on a podium at the Olympics ran through my head as I demonstrated different variations of underwater cartwheels: one handed, two…
ABOUT THE JAPANESE IN HAWAII According to the first 153 Japanese immigrants, the Japanese in Hawaii had to fight for the rights of Japanese for many years when they had arrived on February 8, 1885 as contact laborers. After that, they started increasing their community by setting up the first Japanese schools in the United States. By 1920, most of Japanese children in Hawaii could speak Japanese language as their first language. Because I had a chance to research about Japanese American in…
Sarina Green Professor Lany ENC 1101 10 September 2013 My Serenity I walked out of the vets office, tears rolling down my face as the veterinarians just stood with a look of sadness and silence in the air. They acted as if they had never seen a pet owner upset before. I walked up to my car and just stood by it as my mom came out a little later. Her eyes were as read as mine. She came up to me and hugged me. She asked me, “You were so brave…
The road to the state tournament was one that I will never forget. The Perry Lady Maroons softball team of 2013 made Perry, Oklahoma history by going to the state tournament for the first time. My team and I basically lived at our softball complex from August to October. Although the outcome of state wasn’t what I expected, the blood, sweat, and tears were worth every second I got to play at the USA Hall of Fame Stadium. The beginning of my junior year of softball season I knew we had hit the jackpot…
In 10th grade, I had missed my first day of school because I was really sick. The next day it come, while hearing the announcement of homeroom, we were told welcome back to all track c students and welcome to incoming ninth graders. They mention that a add on year has us waiting, and that swimming, football, and cross country try outs are the following day, and to make sure to bring an emergency card. Throughout my day various of friends had mentioned joining football because it can get you…
after night, I would take stacks of storybooks to her, and while I sat in her lap, she would read them to me. As a result, I learned to read at the age of five. I am a visual text such as comics and graphic novel. 4. In school I use to writing for an essay and at work like a nursing field I use writing report. Also I use email, text and chart. 5. I am a dissertation. Because I don’t really like discussion with classmates I think I can’t talk enough or share ideas with others. I like to my own when I…
Short Narrative Essay Chantel Tankersley Everest University Having a child young opens your eyes to a whole new world. You realize that you have to grow up and put this perfect precious being before yourself, you find a new kind of love for the child you have had the privilege of bringing into this world. I was eighteen when I found out I was pregnant, had just broken up with my boyfriend (the father of the child), was living with my parents and had no job. I was in no way ready…