Personal Anecdote
Autobiography Anecdote
I intend to write about the time when I broke my wrist. I am writing this autobiographical anecdote in 1st person and my target audience is students. The purpose of this text is to write a recount of the event.
I checked my watch for the fifth time this period, 2.40pm, only three minutes had passed since I last checked. Thirty minutes into the period and I had only completed one equation. I couldn’t concentrate; I dropped my pen and looked around to find something entertaining. I found nothing. Everyone was focused and had their head down completing their set of questions. This is the difference between year seven and year eight. The classroom was so quiet that I could hear the inhaling of the person next to me. Thirty minutes till the end of school and I already had enough. My mind had stopped functioning and I struggled to keep my eyes open. It felt as if my eyelids were trying to carry an African elephant. I placed my elbow on the wooden desk and rested my heavy head in my palm. I thought to myself, ill just close my eyes for a minute, the teacher wont notice. Random thoughts began to run through my head as I continued to rest in class. I suddenly recalled a past memory.
I said thank you to the bus driver as I hopped off the bus onto a patch of green grass. I slipped my smart rider into my right pocket as the Transperth bus drove past me with everyone inside, staring at me. I waited for the awkward moment to pass and began my walk home. It was a hot, humid day as the scorching sunlight blistered my delicate skin. I felt sweat begin to run down my forehead and the back of my uniform began to stick to my body like old glue. The weather was horrible but it wasn’t the main reason why I was uncomfortable. I was nervous. I was thinking of how I should tell my mum I wanted to play football. AFL, not soccer. I knew what her answer was going to be, “No you cant, its too dangerous.” I continuously ran comebacks in my head trying to
I intend to write about the time when I broke my wrist. I am writing this autobiographical anecdote in 1st person and my target audience is students. The purpose of this text is to write a recount of the event.
I checked my watch for the fifth time this period, 2.40pm, only three minutes had passed since I last checked. Thirty minutes into the period and I had only completed one equation. I couldn’t concentrate; I dropped my pen and looked around to find something entertaining. I found nothing. Everyone was focused and had their head down completing their set of questions. This is the difference between year seven and year eight. The classroom was so quiet that I could hear the inhaling of the person next to me. Thirty minutes till the end of school and I already had enough. My mind had stopped functioning and I struggled to keep my eyes open. It felt as if my eyelids were trying to carry an African elephant. I placed my elbow on the wooden desk and rested my heavy head in my palm. I thought to myself, ill just close my eyes for a minute, the teacher wont notice. Random thoughts began to run through my head as I continued to rest in class. I suddenly recalled a past memory.
I said thank you to the bus driver as I hopped off the bus onto a patch of green grass. I slipped my smart rider into my right pocket as the Transperth bus drove past me with everyone inside, staring at me. I waited for the awkward moment to pass and began my walk home. It was a hot, humid day as the scorching sunlight blistered my delicate skin. I felt sweat begin to run down my forehead and the back of my uniform began to stick to my body like old glue. The weather was horrible but it wasn’t the main reason why I was uncomfortable. I was nervous. I was thinking of how I should tell my mum I wanted to play football. AFL, not soccer. I knew what her answer was going to be, “No you cant, its too dangerous.” I continuously ran comebacks in my head trying to