The day was hot and sunny. I was lying in the front yard on my back when my mother called me inside to have something to eat.
“Come, my darling, and take a piece of a sandwich or two,” my mother gently called.
But, I was always a bit of an uncontrollable child – or might I say, a naughty child – when I was growing up. So I pretended that I didn’t hear her. As my mother is a clever mom, she just said: “Okay then. I think that you are going to have to go and buy bread. This time she didn’t say it so gently. This was punishment for not responding when I was called.
So, I quickly went inside. But, it was too little too late. The money was already in my mother’s hands. With a grin on her face, she said: “Better now than when you start to get hungry…”
I started to frown, saying, “Hayi, hayi, hayi, mama!” That is: “No, no, no, mama” in isiXhosa.
My mother’s wonderful grin turned to a frown – a big horrible frown! She spoke in the most horrible voice – I think she sounded like a lion roaring at its prey – letting me know clearly: “Amanda, don’t test or I will…”
Before she even finished her sentence, I ran out of the door, heading straight for the shop.
When I was crossing the road in a hurry, a car came out of the blue and knocked me out.
“Are you OK?” the driver asked with concern. I’m still not sure if those were his exact words because I was dizzy from the car hitting me like a bull tackling the matador in a bull fight.
By the time I realised what had happened, I had run so fast – like a horse in the Durban July – all the way home.
Until this day, I’ve never told my mother about this incident. How strange it is that all my mother noticed was that I was not hungry anymore.
She only said: “What, did you eat from this bread, little child?” I laughed, she laughed.
I will never forget this day.
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I had to do a paper on A Day I Will Never Forget. I had written the paper already has to be 2 pages long no more no less. And double spaced 12 font. My last paper i had done i got a c-. My aunt loves to write papers and she helps me but my teacher is just really really hard. I need to do better on this one. If anyone can give me some pointers and i can revise it...and make is a little bit better since im sick with strep and cant go to the writing lab on monday. Thanks
Attack of the Bees
The day that will forever hold a place in my mind is the day I was attacked by bees. I was 11 at the time, living with my mother, stepfather, and two younger sisters. We lived in an apartment that was not of the greatest quality. The outside was very shabby and dirty with faded white siding. My friends and I often played in a field out back where we had many memories such as playing soccer, breaking my collarbone, and playing Frisbee.
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was beating down and there was a gentle breeze. When I looked out my living room window, the field was calling my name. The luminous green grass swaying from side to side begged me to frolic in it. Therefore, my sister Megan and I called up my best friend Brendan to join us in a delightful game of Frisbee. When Brendan got to the field; we all formed a triangle and started throwing the Frisbee around. We were all having such a wonderful time until Megan over threw it right into the woods. It appeared to have landed right by an old fort that Brendan and I had built when we were little.
Then we all decided to walk over and retrieve the Frisbee; we were on a mission. We climbed over the string of honeysuckle bushes and dodged the sticks that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The small section of woods was a jungle of leaves and thorn bushes. We could not get very far without thorns rushing out and ripping up our skin. Then, Megan had stepped on a mound of leaves and unleashed thousands of enraged bees. They swarmed all around us, forming what looked like a yellow cloud of smoke. While clenching onto one another, screaming for aid, we knew we were helpless. After several minutes, I ran through the cloud to get help. I could feel the bees rage as they continued to sting my entire body.
Finally, still screaming as I reached the field, I started to feel weak. My mother heard my cries and came rushing out like a bobcat after her young, as I collapsed on the ground. She called 911 and yelled out to hear the other two. When the fire department arrived, they hosed down Brendan and Megan while I was rushed to the hospital. As I came to, the doctors had told my mother and me that I had been stung over one hundred times. I was as swollen and puffy as a marshmallow.
All in all this was the most horrific thing that has ever happened to me. Not only am I now terrified of bees but also I am highly allergic all because of that dreadful accident. I can honestly say I will never forget that sunny afternoon.
You have made a great start here. A little tweaking here and there is all it needs.
Generally, it's best to start with a strong first sentence that sums up what the essay will be about. Try starting with the last sentence in the first paragraph. ("The day that will forever," etc.)
Using "seemed" weakens your writing. Instead of "The small section of woods seemed as if it were a jungle. Leaves and thorn bushes were everywhere" how about "The small section of woods was a jungle of leaves and thorn bushes."
Using metaphors makes your writing more colorful, as you know. Although I didn't really understand the comparison of your mother to a bobcat, I really like your marshmallow simile!
Watch out for repetitions such as "not even make it" which you use twice in a row. Vary your phrasing and sentence structure to make it more interesting.
Some of your phrasing is a little formal. For example, "I ran threw the cloud to retrieve further assistance." It's "through" not "threw" and "retrieve further assistance" is too formal here. Just say "get help." Formal words like "therefore" are all right with legal writing, but don't really belong in this type of personal essay. You are essentially writing from the viewpoint of an eleven-year-old, so unless you would have thought words like "frolic" at that time, it's best to choose something more age-appropriate.
I'd eliminate "We did not even make it to the flying when the most horrible, terrifying thing happened." The first part doesn't make sense to me and you don't need to announce that something bad happened. Your descriptions will tell the reader that. Remember this important rule of writing: Show, don't tell! Or, as Anton Chekov put it: "Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
I hope these comments are useful to you. Please let me know if I can be of further assistance!
Your essay does, indeed, have details and coherence! Just a few little things pop out to me. A couple of places you use an auxiliary with your verb when it would be better not to: Say "Megan stepped on a mound," instead of "had stepped." "The doctors told my mother" instead of "had told." This brings the reader more into the action.
The last sentence of your opening paragraph is a little awkward. Did you mean to say that your friends had memories of you breaking your collarbone? Try writing it a few different ways and be sure to read it out loud to see how it sounds.
I don't find any comma splices or sentence fragments -- good job!
Best of luck!