Revealing Essay -- Personal Narrative Writing

RevealingAnd oh ye high flown quills that soar the skies, And ever with your prey still earn your praise, If eer you deign these lowly lines your eyes, Give thyme or Parsley wreath, I ask no Bays. This mean and unrefined ore of mine Will make your glistring prosperous but more to shine. -Anne Bradstreet, from PrologueHoney, if you ever get yourself pregnant, you always have a home. My mothers most memorable words of advice on provoke were doled out to me at the tender age of six. Her prematurely passed on advice lost its sentiment for a couple of reasons. In spite of my kindergarten experiences, I had no subject how to get myself pregnant, (the phraseology obviously conveying that it only takes one to tango). After too many conversations carried on within my earshot about labor pains, forceps, episiotomies, and pre-labor enemas by the late-teen to early twenty something army of milita ry mothers that hung out at our house in a cloud of cigarette smoke and swearing, the thought of pregnancy terrify me. My mother parented primarily through scare tactics hoping to control my behavior through fear. She warned me of many taboos including the lewd act of .writing. Before being hale to drop out of high school due to her pregnancy with me, she decided to bring a diary to school. Somehow, she lost it. The book fell into the hands of the judgeship after being passed around the school population. My mother ended up on suspension for the detailed diary entries regarding her hellish home life and promiscuity. In todays world, a teen bringing her book of confessions to school desperately cries for a sch... ... enjoy each diverse personality from Doug, the humorous cynic penning his sunny sarcasm to mysterious well-spoken, well-written Wendy describing her diverse interests to caring Camille finding the courage to write it all down to our fearless leader who kept reminding us that he was the teacher. However, due to the small class size, he willingly began to streak around in his shorts, too, so to speak, sharing his own penned thoughts. The experience undressed my fears, opening night my once-hidden self like a centerfold. I revealed myself unashamed to this gracious group of fellow writers, inviting critique and learning to accept all my scars and scabs. I have now succumbed to the suggestion of seeking publication for some of my more shapely work. Im dropping the seventh veil, a come-on for the general public. Im writing it all down and I want the whole world to know