The Day Of Death(Based on a real event that happened in my life)

In Between Telling

 'Aw jeez' was all that I could think about when Mr. Heisel assigned an essay about a personal experience. There were so many personal experiences that I could write about. But it had to be a descriptive one that had to make the reader feel emotion. Mr. Heisel wanted me and the other students to write not just about a personal experience but a personal experience that changed your life. I thought to myself, 'there are millions of personal experiences that changed my life but I'm pretty sure that one in particular that will make readers feel sad'. After Mr. Heisel explained what he wanted us to do, he gave me and the other students time to start the rough draft of our non-fiction piece.

 After school ended that day, my mom picked me up and we went home. Once my mom and I arrived home, I quickly grabbed my school laptop out of my bag so that I would not lose my thoughts on the details of what happened on that important day that changed my life. While typing up the non-fiction writing piece, my mom came over to me asking, "what are you writing about?" "I'm writing about the day that Dad died; is that okay with you?" I answered and asked. "Yes, of course it's okay." she replied: so I continued writing about that horrific day. About an hour or two later, before I printed out my paper, I had my mom read over it for any mistakes. After I fixed the mistakes I printed it out and put it in my bag ready to turn in the next day.

 A few weeks later, every student had to meet with their English teacher about their paper. I was nervous when Mr. Heisel told the student before me; that it was my turn. Once I got settled in the seat across from Mr. Heisel, he pulled out my essay from the blank manilla folder to read over it. While he was reading, he started to cry, which made me cry too because I'm an emotional person when it comes down to people reading stories that are based on personal experiences. That was the first time that I have ever seen a teacher cry because of a paper that I wrote. Soon after reading my non-fiction essay, Mr. Heisel told me that it was a really great piece but it could use more details in certain areas of my piece. He had also told me that my non-fiction writing piece was one of few to make him cry, which made me feel both excited and bad for writing about the day that my dad past away.

 Clearly, when I wrote about a personal experience, it made me realize that I am more of a writer who writes about their life story. When writing about my personal, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of my shoulders because I keep those personal stories to myself and they can sometimes make me feel like I'm drowning in a pool of mixed emotions. This is the experience that contributed in making me into the writer that I am now.