Weight: Test/Essay Grade
Prompt: Reflect on a time in your life (summer, school vacation, one night) and discuss how though it seemed insignificant at the time it later came to affect you as a person. Write a two page narrative discussing the event in detail and explaining how it changed you.
-Two pages in length.
-Write a narrative to develop an experiences or event using effective technique, well-chosen details, and well-structured event sequences.
-Engage and orient the reader by setting out a problem, situation, or observation and its significance, establishing one or multiple point(s) of view, and introducing a narrator and/or characters; create a smooth progression of experiences or events.
-Use narrative techniques, such as dialogue, pacing, description, reflection, and multiple plot lines, to develop experiences, events, and/or characters.
-Use a variety of techniques to sequence events so that they build on one another to create a coherent whole and build toward a particular tone and outcome (e.g., a sense of mystery, suspense, growth, or resolution).
-Use precise words and phrases, telling details, and sensory language to convey a vivid picture of the experiences, events, setting, and/or characters.
-Provide a conclusion that follows from and reflects on what is experienced, observed, or resolved over the course of the narrative.
-Follow Standard English conventions.
-For full credit you must have a graphic organizer, peer edit, rough draft, and a turnitin submission.
What is a narrative essay?
When writing a narrative essay, one might think of it as telling a story. These essays are often anecdotal, experiential, and personal—allowing students to express themselves in a creative and, quite often, moving ways.
Here are some guidelines for writing a narrative essay.
If written as a story, the essay should include all the parts of a story. This means that you must include an introduction, plot, characters, setting, climax, and conclusion.
The essay should have a purpose. Make a point! Think of this as the thesis of your story. If there is no point to what you are narrating, why narrate it at all?
The essay should be written from a clear point of view. It is quite common for narrative essays to be written from the standpoint of the author; however, this is not the sole perspective to be considered. Creativity in narrative essays often times manifests itself in the form of authorial perspective.
Use clear and concise language throughout the essay.Much like the descriptive essay, narrative essays are effective when the language is carefully, particularly, and artfully chosen. Use specific language to evoke specific emotions and senses in the reader.
The use of the first person pronoun ‘I’ is welcomed. Do not abuse this guideline! Though it is welcomed, it is not necessary—nor should it be overused for lack of clearer diction.
As always, be organized! Have a clear introduction that sets the tone for the remainder of the essay. Do not leave the reader guessing about the purpose of your narrative. Remember, you are in control of the essay, so guide it where you desire (just make sure your audience can follow your lead).
COMMON CORE STATE STANDARDS WRITING RUBRICS (GRADES 11-12) NARRATIVE ESSAY
Exposition: The text sets up a story by introducing the event/conflict, characters, and setting.
The text creatively engages the reader by setting out a well-developed conflict, situation, or observation and its significance. It establishes one or multiple points of view and introduces a narrator and/or complex characters.
The text engages and orients the reader by setting out a conflict, situation, or observation and its significance. It establishes one or multiple points of view and introduces a narrator and/or well-developed characters.
The text orients the reader by setting out a conflict, situation, or observation and its significance. It establishes one point of view and introduces a narrator and/or developed characters.
The text provides a setting with a vague conflict, situation, or observation with an unclear point of view. It introduces a narrator and/or underdeveloped characters.
The text provides a setting that is unclear with a vague conflict, situation, or observation. It has an unclear point of view and underdeveloped narrator and/or characters.
Narrative Techniques and Development:The story is developed using dialogue, pacing, description, reflection and multiple plot lines.
The text demonstrates sophisticated narrative techniques—such as engaging dialogue, artistic pacing, vivid description, complex reflection, and multiple plot lines—to develop experiences, events, and/or characters.
The text demonstrates deliberate use of narrative techniques—such as dialogue, pacing, description, reflection, and multiple plot lines—to develop experiences, events, and/or characters.
The text uses narrative techniques, such as dialogue, description, reflection, to showing events, and/or experiences.
The text uses some narrative techniques, such as dialogue or description and merely retells events and/or experiences.
The text lacks narrative techniques and merely retells events and/or experiences.
Organization and Cohesion: The text follows a logical sequence of events.
The text creates a seamless progression of experiences or events using multiple techniques—such as chronology, flashback, foreshadowing, suspense, etc.—to sequence events so that they build on one another to create a coherent whole. These techniques build toward a crafted tone and outcome.
The text creates a smooth progression of experiences or events using a variety of techniques—such as chronology, flashback, foreshadowing, suspense, etc.—to sequence events so that they build on one another to create a coherent whole. These techniques build toward a clear tone and outcome.
The text creates a logical progression of experiences or events using some techniques—such as chronology, flashback, foreshadowing, suspense, etc.—to sequence events so that they build on one another to create a coherent whole. These techniques build toward a particular tone and outcome.
The text creates a sequence or progression of experiences or events. The text lacks an identifiable tone and/or outcome.
The text lacks a sequence or progression of experiences or events or presents an illogical sequence of events. The text lacks an identifiable tone and/or outcome.
Style and Conventions: The text uses sensory language and details to create a vivid picture of the events, setting, and characters.
The text uses eloquent words and phrases, showing details and rich sensory language and mood to convey a realistic picture of the experiences, events, setting, and/or characters.
The text uses precise words and phrases, showing details and con- trolled sensory language and mood to convey a realistic picture of the experiences, events, setting, and/or characters.
The text uses words and phrases, telling details and sensory language to convey a vivid picture of the experiences, events, setting, and/or characters.
The text uses words and phrases, telling details to convey experiences, events, settings, and/or characters.
The text merely tells experiences, events, settings, and/or characters.
Conclusion: Conclusion that follows from the course of the narrative. The conclusion provides a reflection on or resolution of the events.
The text moves to a conclusion that artfully follows from and thoughtfully reflects on what is experienced, observed, or resolved over the course of the narrative.
The text builds to a conclusion that logically follows from and reflects on what is experienced, observed, or resolved over the course of the narrative.
The text provides a conclusion that follows from and reflects on what is experienced, observed, or resolved over the course of the narrative.
The text provides a conclusion that follows from what is experienced, observed, or resolved over the course of the narrative.
The text may provide a conclusion to the events of the narrative.
Sample Narrative Essay
I have this fear. It causes my legs to shake. I break out in a cold sweat. I start jabbering to anyone who is nearby. As thoughts of certain death run through my mind, the world appears a precious, treasured place. I imagine my own funeral, then shrink back at the implications of where my thoughts are taking me. My stomach feels strange. My palms are clammy.
I am terrified of heights.
Of course, it’s not really a fear of being in a high place. Rather, it is the view of a long way to fall, of rocks far below me and no firm wall between me and the edge. My sense of security is screamingly absent. There are no guardrails, flimsy though I picture them, or other safety devices. I can rely only on my own surefootedness—or lack thereof.
Despite my fear, two summers ago I somehow found myself climbing to a high place, while quaking inside and out. Most of our high school had come along on a day trip to the Boquerón, a gorgeous, lush spot in the foothills of Peru. Its prime attraction is the main waterfall, about 100 feet high, that thunders into a crystal clear pool feeding the Aguaytia River. All around the pool and on down to the rushing river are boulders large and small. The beach is strewn with rocks. On both sides of the fall, the jungle stretches to meet it, rising parallel to it on a gentler slope.
After eating our sack lunches within sight and sound of the fall, many of us wanted to make the climb to an area above it. We knew others had done so on previous trips. A few guys went first to make sure they were on the right path. But after they left, my group of seven decided to go ahead without waiting for them to return. I suspected we were going the wrong way, but I kept silent, figuring that the others knew better. We went along the base of the hill until we reached the climb. It stopped me in my tracks.
The climb ascended steeply above us. Along the right edge the jungle hugged the rocks; passage through its trees did not look feasible. The majority of my view was filled with rocks. Looming high to the sky, the boulders rose in a tiered manner. Peering back down toward the river, I saw a steep slope of rocks all the way to the water. All I could think about was how far it would be to fall.
My tense thoughts were interrupted by the realization that my friends were already beginning to climb! My anxiety increased as I watched them.
Do I turn back? My whole being shouted, “Yes!” Will I regret it later? I really want to get to the top, but…
I voiced my uncertainties to my friends. They dismissed my fears and encouraged me to stick it out. Questioning my own sanity, I decided at least to attempt the climb.
I chose a path that seemed easiest. My friend Tom was ahead of me. Then, suddenly, he slipped and slid backward about 10 feet! I watched, paralyzed, until he stopped himself and assured us he was all right. My heart was hammering.
Now those who had tried the other way came back; it had not worked. Consoling myself that my friend Seth would be right behind me, I shakily began the ascent. The “path” led up a narrow area between boulders. In it, we reached a place where there just were no good handholds. Seth braced my foot, and those above sent down words of encouragement. I was soon past the first challenge safely, but not feeling much better about the rest of the climb.
The difficulties only increased from that point on, with scary spot after scary spot. Though I knew I should not look down, I could not always ignore the long drop to the boulders below. My breathing sped up, but my heart pounded even faster, growing loud in my ears.
My friends kept right on climbing. But they did not forget me. Someone was always behind me to help hold my feet steady when necessary, and someone else was always ahead to offer a hand up. I trusted them more than myself; I knew my feet could easily slip. With friends supporting me by words and actions, I slowly gained ground.
Finally we came to the worst section yet. To me the slope looked very close to vertical. The slight handholds were few and far between. Being short, I knew the stretches would be difficult enough in normal conditions. In my current panic, it would be much worse. The alternative was to go back down. Which was more difficult? I didn't want to go either way, but obviously I had to go somewhere.
The trouble was, we were not getting any nearer to the falls. By now, we realized that this route was not the way most frequented! But knowing this did not get me any closer to safety.
Since getting up this next part was next to impossible, and waiting for a rescue helicopter was not an option, with fear and trembling I decided to go down, but not by myself. Melody agreed to go with me, earning my eternal gratitude. She paused to pray for safety; I did not trust my voice enough to pray aloud.
Now, with our backs to the rocks, the drop was continually in our line of vision. It seemed even steeper than before. The song “Angels Watching Over Me” ran through my head as we began, Melody going first. I kept up a steady stream of chatter, my trembling voice betraying my fear.
One of the first tough places we came to gave us trouble. Cautiously stretching one foot down, Melody could not reach the bottom of the boulder. A slip would mean an extremely long drop. So we tried a different route where a fall would be shorter. It was somewhat wet and would entail a short slide to reach the bottom.
Melody made it safely. I hesitated, unsure of my footing, and picturing myself at the bottom of the cliff, bones broken and pain wracking my body, if I still lived.
“You can do it! I'm right here,” Melody called. She waited patiently, not pressuring me to hurry.
Inching carefully to the edge, I could see in the corner of my eye the boulders and river far below. As I started down the rock, my foot slipped! My heart jumped into my throat as the terror I had held just under the surface swept over me.
I’m gonna fall! I inwardly shrieked.
It had been only a small slip, however; I was not in midair! I took a few calming breaths, and my heart repositioned itself where it belonged.
With no further mishaps, we came eventually to the last troublesome spot, the stretch between two boulders that had given me problems on the way up. Thankfully, the rest of our friends had given up climbing to the top and had now caught up to us. There were two possible descents from here. One way included a short jump down. I decided to check out the other way. Seth was working his way down this second route when he fell a few feet and bruised himself! I again looked over the first option.
Do I want to jump? There’s a big drop if I jump wrong or don’t stop on the ledge! But the other way…!
I knew if I was to get down, it would have to be Seth’s way. He was willing to help me however he could. I inspected the “path” he had taken. There was some low vegetation, matted down and sloping slightly toward the edge. Then came a drop down to a narrow inlet between rocks. That was not so bad. The hitch lay in the fact that there was no handholds or footholds, and my short legs would not reach to the rocks.
“Uh, I don’t know about this. I don’t like the looks of it!” I said, my voice quavering.
“You can make it, Amy! I'm right here. I won’t let you fall,” Seth promised.
Slowly, painstakingly, I backed over the vegetation.
“I’m coming down,” I warned, my voice unsteady.
“I’m ready,” answered Seth. “I got you.”
His assurances gave me the strength to go on. I trusted him implicitly. Flattening myself onto my belly, I edged my feet into midair. Seth held them tightly and slowly lowered me, guiding my feel to a firm place as I let my body slide over the leaves, twigs, and rock. When my feet made contact with the solid rock, I heaved a huge sigh of relief. I could feel the fear draining out of me.
My arms and legs were scratched up; I was dirty and sweaty. But none of it mattered. I was at the bottom!
“Yaaaaaaahhhh!” I yelled. I never felt so alive, and so thankful for that life.