Michelle's+Narrative+Essay

= Drafts: = = Instructions = **List 5 events of significance in your life.**

**List 5 moments that last no more than 5 minutes where you had an aha or you didn't realize at the time the significance.**
 * Choose two of those events and free write for 4-6 minutes about each of them.**
 * Choose one of the events and add setting and dialogue.**
 * Choose an event (either the ones you brainstormed with or another one) and answer the following questions:**
 * What is the thesis?**
 * What is the significance (one sentence)?**
 * What is the setting?**
 * Write one sentence or phrase for each of the senses (taste, touch, smell. . .)**
 * Start writing.**

__E__ __vents of Significance:__
1.) When I got a written "letter" from Santa Claus in my 3rd year of elementary school. I really thought it was Santa Claus, until I found out in fourth grade that Santa Claus doesn't EXIST. Who wrote it is still a mystery.

2.) When I was awarded the "Principal's Honor," in fourth grade.

3.) When my baby brother was born the winter I was seven years old.

4.) When I got my macbook stolen!

5.) When I got into my first real fight with friends during fifth grade. Oh, god. It was horrible.

__Events: Aha, Now that I think of that time...__
1.) When I started blog writing. I didn't see it then, but I really started to open up after that.

2.) Reading higher level books. I didn't know, but it really has improved my writing, vocabulary, and grammar. However, my grammar still sucks.

3.) Going to hagwon. I didn't really think it would help me in my schoolwork, but I have learned various analytical skills there, so lots of things are just made easier.

There isn't much in this category.... :(

1.) When my baby bro was born:

I can still remember that day. I was seven, but it's not hard to remember an event that changed your life. My brother, Charles, was born on January 5, 2002, on a cold, rainy day. I was excited about meeting the baby I had seen in black and white pictures taped to the fridge forever. I was excited to meet the baby who had made my mother's "tummy hurt." I was in a taxi with my nannies; Myrla, who took care of me and her sister, Freda, who would take care of my brother. Despite my looking forward to meeting the bouncing baby boy, when I first saw my brother, I couldn't help but to think, "Babies sure look like baboons; their butt is all red." I used to hate my brother when he was little. First of all, he was ugly. Second of all, he made my mother so exhausted that she would just sleep and not play with me. Third, my parents and my nannies rarely took their eyes off of him. Surely, in a seven year old girl's world, that is something definitely wrong and just astounding.

2.) Getting a letter from Santa Claus!

"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy! Daddddddddddddddy!" was basically all I screamed as I looked through my Christmas presents. After ripping off wrapping paper and "ooohhing" and "ahhhing" at many different types of presents, I came across an envelope. It said, "To Michelle, from Santa Claus," on the front in flowing cursive. Excited, I nearly ripped the card out of the envelope. Inside, I found a pretty christmas card, decorated with swirls and red and green glitter. The card said that Santa was so proud of Michelle and that he was sending a few textbooks over. I looked in the package the card came in. Yes, indeed. A few textbooks. There were 10.

Setting and Dialogue

"Andy! I couldn't finish my homework because I had this huge world history project due and I totally didn't have time.." I blabbered the first second I burst into the yellow wallpapered classroom. The yellow walls actually weren't yellow. They were covered with all sorts of funny graffiti, the typical student's way of venting anger originating from having to come to hagwon everyday.

"Aw, it's alright. Do you know what you got? I am your SAT2 world history teacher, after all. You should tell me these things." Andy said, while sitting on his hotspot, the third desk to the right.

"I don't know, but I think I did well!!!! YAYYYY!" I exclaimed, giving him a high five.

"Great! Now, do you remember ANYTHING about the Mongols we talked about last week?" He asked me, drawing a map of the world on the board.

"Well, basically this dude, Genghis Khan, he was an awesome dude, right? He had a small army, but was still able to conquer a huge amount of land! Golden Hoard, Jurchen (China), Khanate of the Great Khan, Ilkhanate of Persia, Chagtai, etc! But then he went and died suddenly." I said, taking a notebook out of my bag, then setting it down.

The day my brother was born. **Thesis: Things at first may not go the way you want them to go. However, if you don't abandon that, you will definitely glad that you wanted it at first.

Significance: It helps for everything. For example, if you don't like school, but still try hard, you will definitely succeed.

Setting: House and hospital.

Senses:

1.) Taste: I tasted his milk, once, out of curiosity, and couldn't stop after that. 2.) Touch: My brother's skin was so smooth and hot. 3.) Smell: I could definitely smell it when he pooed. 4.) Sight: I always would comment on how ugly he looked, and how red his skin was. 5.) Hear: I always heard his cries at night; they would sometimes wake me up, too.**

A Moment in my Life

She asked me what I would tell him. "Nothing much. I think I'll tell him to not touch my dolls, though," I said, calmly. To be frank, I wasn't calm at all. I could feel my heart rate go up by the second, and was also sweating like mad. Today was the day I had looked forward to for the last eight months. My nannies and I were on our way to the hospital, after getting a call from my father the day before. Believe it or not, I can still remember this day, even though eight years have passed and my brother is now enrolled in second grade. The day I walked into my mother's hospital room still feels like yesterday. The suite was big, with two rooms and a bathroom. There was my mother's room, and a lounge area, where the family could sit down and rest. The walls were wallpapered a creamy white and on the floor was a maroon colored carpet. There were windows all around the bed, and light streamed into the room, making my mother's brown hair glow. (My father told me that my brother was in the nursery, and would I like to see him? I sure wanted to. I was seven years old, unknowledgeable at all about pregnancy and babies. At seven years, I still believed that girls came from sugar, spice, and all things nice. Boys came from snips, snails and puppy dog's tails. I fully expected, a bouncing, smiling, baby boy already standing up and clapping his hands. Imagine my surprise when I discovered a miniscule, red-faced, baby in a romper, sleeping in a bed the size of a shoe box. I immediately gave my father an "are-you-kidding-me" kind of stare. He mistook it as awe and asked a nurse to bring the baby up to my mother's room. It took him a few minutes, because the nurse couldn't understand what he was saying. She didn't understand english, and said so in Chinese. I stepped in and translated for him in the little chinese I had learned from my school. ) <-- My 10 second moment in life.