Alex Recendez
Ms. Lehmann
English 1-3
February 26, 2020
Trouble
When I was 7,I got in big trouble for stealing. It all began with a group of friendswhen I was still in Mexico. My friends were the type of kids my parents wouldn’t like me to be friends with, but I still was.They were 3years older than me.TheschoolI went towas right across a small river, so we had to go over a bridge. Almost every day after school,we would take a shorter way home. The shorter way was going up the river and then crossing where one of the streets started. There were a lot of glass bottles on the ground,so we would break them on rocks. A few days later,our teacher found out about us breaking the glass bottles,and we weren’t allowed to go up the river anymore. Also, my parents found out because of my brother,and I got in trouble. They told me not to hang out with them anymore.
I still hung out with them,andevery day after school we would go to the store.Sometimes,if one of us didn’t have enough money to buy something,we would all pitch in and pay together.On the days we didn’t have enough money to help someone,we would just sharewhatever we bought. It was as if we had each other’s backs. There was a day when none of us had money. One of my friends came up with the idea of stealing a bag of chips. The store was very small, it had no security cameras, and the only people working there were the clerk and the guy that helps. We came up with a plan. I was going to distract the helper, someone else would distract the clerk, and the other person would put the bagof chipsin their backpack.
“How much is this?” I said while holding up a bag of cookies.
“Ten pesos,” replied the helper, looking at me strangely.
“What about this kind?”I said again, realizing you could see the price.
“Oh wait, never mind,it’s right here.” My face turned red,and I started to sweat.
I turned around while putting the cookies back and could see that my friends were already done.
“Oh man,” I said.“I forgot my money.” I walked out of the store.
We met outside. We started walking home, and after a little walking, we opened the bag and started eating some chips.
“I got really nervous.I thought I would make too much sound with the bag,” said the friend who stole the chips.
“I was running out of things to say to the clerk,” said the friend who was distracting the clerk.
“What about you Alex? Did you get nervous?” they asked.
“Yeah. I think I looked too suspicious because I asked the helper how much something was worth when it had the price right on it,” I replied, still nervous.
We all laughed. When I got home, I thought about what I did and felt guilty. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew I would get in trouble.Instead of not doing that again because it was wrong,we kept stealingfor about two more weeks. We thought we wouldn’t get caught, but one day our parents found out. All of us weren’t allowed to go to the store for a while,and we had to pay for the things we stole. My parents asked me how much I had stolen. I told them that I only stole one thing worth 10 pesos. They made me go and pay that money to the clerk and come clean.After I did that, I felt relieved.My dadstill jokesabout it today, but there was one thing that nobody knew:I stole more than 10 pesos worth of things.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
This paper qualifies as narrative because I am telling a story that happened to me. Some of the requirements are to inform, not to argue or teach, put the story in a chronological order, and it's non-fictional. I met these requirements by informing the reader about one of my experiences as a kid, I put the story in a chronological order, and the story actually occurred.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? One part of my story that turned out really well is probably the middle where all the dialogue occurs. What I like about this part is that I added more detail by adding dialogue instead of making boring.
Ms. Lehmann
English 1-3
February 26, 2020
Trouble
When I was 7,I got in big trouble for stealing. It all began with a group of friendswhen I was still in Mexico. My friends were the type of kids my parents wouldn’t like me to be friends with, but I still was.They were 3years older than me.TheschoolI went towas right across a small river, so we had to go over a bridge. Almost every day after school,we would take a shorter way home. The shorter way was going up the river and then crossing where one of the streets started. There were a lot of glass bottles on the ground,so we would break them on rocks. A few days later,our teacher found out about us breaking the glass bottles,and we weren’t allowed to go up the river anymore. Also, my parents found out because of my brother,and I got in trouble. They told me not to hang out with them anymore.
I still hung out with them,andevery day after school we would go to the store.Sometimes,if one of us didn’t have enough money to buy something,we would all pitch in and pay together.On the days we didn’t have enough money to help someone,we would just sharewhatever we bought. It was as if we had each other’s backs. There was a day when none of us had money. One of my friends came up with the idea of stealing a bag of chips. The store was very small, it had no security cameras, and the only people working there were the clerk and the guy that helps. We came up with a plan. I was going to distract the helper, someone else would distract the clerk, and the other person would put the bagof chipsin their backpack.
“How much is this?” I said while holding up a bag of cookies.
“Ten pesos,” replied the helper, looking at me strangely.
“What about this kind?”I said again, realizing you could see the price.
“Oh wait, never mind,it’s right here.” My face turned red,and I started to sweat.
I turned around while putting the cookies back and could see that my friends were already done.
“Oh man,” I said.“I forgot my money.” I walked out of the store.
We met outside. We started walking home, and after a little walking, we opened the bag and started eating some chips.
“I got really nervous.I thought I would make too much sound with the bag,” said the friend who stole the chips.
“I was running out of things to say to the clerk,” said the friend who was distracting the clerk.
“What about you Alex? Did you get nervous?” they asked.
“Yeah. I think I looked too suspicious because I asked the helper how much something was worth when it had the price right on it,” I replied, still nervous.
We all laughed. When I got home, I thought about what I did and felt guilty. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew I would get in trouble.Instead of not doing that again because it was wrong,we kept stealingfor about two more weeks. We thought we wouldn’t get caught, but one day our parents found out. All of us weren’t allowed to go to the store for a while,and we had to pay for the things we stole. My parents asked me how much I had stolen. I told them that I only stole one thing worth 10 pesos. They made me go and pay that money to the clerk and come clean.After I did that, I felt relieved.My dadstill jokesabout it today, but there was one thing that nobody knew:I stole more than 10 pesos worth of things.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
- Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
This paper qualifies as narrative because I am telling a story that happened to me. Some of the requirements are to inform, not to argue or teach, put the story in a chronological order, and it's non-fictional. I met these requirements by informing the reader about one of my experiences as a kid, I put the story in a chronological order, and the story actually occurred.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? One part of my story that turned out really well is probably the middle where all the dialogue occurs. What I like about this part is that I added more detail by adding dialogue instead of making boring.