Essay, Research Paper: My Personal Narative

Ever had times where you just can't think? Sure, all of us do. In writing its referred to as

as writer's block. Although to most this only comes occasionally, I am confident that I was born

with this block in my head. Still, even if I wasn't born with a block in my head, on Monday in

my English four class I sure felt like it. Our teacher had assigned us to write a personal narrative

and I was a blank as the piece of paper on my desk. The class was instructed to do various

brainstorming activities and all the regular planned out formal stuff that follows such assignment

I am sure that all of it helps some people but, for me it does nothing!

On the first day that we worked on the assignment I racked my brain for idea's, and

came up with nothing at all. As the rest of the class scraped away with there pens and pencils I

sat at my desk admiring the curvy lines on my paper that I had scribbled. On day two I sat

there as I did on the first day. While I sat there my gaze fell upon my shoelace and I noticed

that it was untied so as is customary I reached down and laced it up, Afterwards, I thought that

it just could have possibly been the most interesting thing to happen in class that day! On day

three, I amused myself with the back of someone's neck. I noticed that they had three moles on

it. It was at that moment that I pondered many questions like, "does this person know of the

moles, and if so; do they care?" As I was contemplating these truly brilliant thoughts my

concentration was broken by a student who happily announced that they were finished with

their rough draft. After hearing there happy peppy little voice I am not sure but, I do think that

for whatever reason at that moment, I hated that person! But soon it dawned on me that If one

person is finished then they will all soon be as well. On the fourth day of class I knew that I

needed an ideah, and that I needed it right then and there! So I sat there and thought very hard.

My mind raced, or at least crawled. At any rate, I sat their for half the hour, and then it hit me

like a ton of bricks! I would write my personal narrative about writing my personal narrative!

Cool huh?

So here it is, my personal narrative that I wrote about how hard it was for me to find an

ideah for my personal narrative. So now that I have given you the full account of what went

through my mind at the time I ask you, Don't ever just think that idea's are easy to come by!