An hour in my life story:
· Write a story based on an event that occurred in your life that lasted about an hour.
· EXAMPLES:
o Getting your license
o Meeting someone important or special to you for the first time
o Your first hour visiting your home country after living in the USA
o The last hour on the last day of school
o An hour at your new job
o The last sports game you played
o The first or last hour of a great party
o The first or last hour of a family event
o Your first kiss
o The first time you asked someone to be your B.F. or G.F. or the first time you were asked to be someone’s B.F. or G.F.
· Be creative in your descriptions
· Use figurative language
· poetic license
· Borrow ideas from things you have studied or read(Literary Terms)
· Follow a plot sequence
· Use dialogue
Example:
An Hour In My Life: Waiting To Take My Driver's Test
By: B. Avila
149…the number I waited to see on the red number pad. 149…the number on the small, square ticket that I held in my hand as if life depended on it, 149…my turn, my opportunity for freedom. 75…the number the lady called flashed red on the number pad, torturing me; I had a long way to wait before it was my turn to take my driver’s test. I had waited 17 years of my life for this moment. I passed the written exam and now came the true moment, the final step to have my license. “Is it possible, can I finally drive a car on my own?” I asked myself as I saw number 76 flash on the red number pad, one more number closer to my turn. I don’t know what was worst. The waiting or the fact that the small-compact car I had practiced with from the driving school was not available for the test and now I had to take the test in my mom’s long and large station wagon. I knew I had not practice in a car so big. “Could I park it?”, that was the question that kept rolling over in my mind. 80...”What?” I am getting closer. I still had time to go over in my mind everything I knew, the K-turn, the traffic signals, the seat-belt, the U-turn, changing lanes….I knew it all and was confident. However, there was one thing that haunted me, the one thing that can ruin my dream. PARALLEL PARKING! I was horrible at PARALLEL PARKING! I practice over and over in the small compact car and I always bumped into the other parked cars or ended up with my car on the side-walk. The realization of this fact sent a cold shock to my brain as if a sudden blizzard took over my thoughts. Then it hit me, THE STATION WAGOON! Panic rushed to my thoughts with the realization that the station wagon was twice as big and I had not practiced parallel parking that enormous dinosaur. How could I possibly park the beast? 145…”What?!” It’s almost my turn and I just realized I cannot do this…there is no way I can park the brown monster. 147…NOOOOOOO! I screamed inside of my head, crushing the small ticket with the number 149 written on it as if by crushing it I could end the torture. “149, 149…” said the lady in a robotic voice. That was it, I could not turn back now…I walked up to the window handed my ticket and off I went to meet my destiny.
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