First Narrative

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DECLARATION FORM

I admit that this masterpiece is originally done by me except for the summary andwriting which I had explained their sources

Signature : ______________________________ ____

Name : AHMAD FITRI BIN CHE HASIM _

Date : 29 SEPTEMBER 2009________________


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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CONTENTS

TITTLES PAGES

DECLARATION FORM 1

TABLE OF CONTENTS 2

QUESTION AND ESSAYS 3

REFERENCES AND BIBLIOGRAPHY 5

APPENDICES 6

y Articles 7

y Graphic organizers 18

COLLABORATION FORM 21

REFLECTION 23


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QU ESTION AND ESSAYS

Y ou are required to choose a topic from the themes recommended (Appendix A). Readthree articles based on the topic/theme you have chosen. Write a short story of about400 words based on the topic/theme you have chosen.

Ouch! My hands, it hurt! shout Mike, my closest friend.

Unfortunately, a large window fell exactly above my friend. Tiny pieces of glassespiercing through his right arm. Red fountain of blood flowed beneath his fingertip, along

with his voice of suffering.The injuries caused by that accident was extremely critical. My friend lost hisconsciousness right at the moment and rushed to the nearest hospital. His right armwas critically injured, resulting in the loss of 40% of his blood and severe nerve damage.

The doctor said that the main problem is the nerves that are connected to his fingers.The tendons were severed and the surgery was to reconnect the blood vessels,tendons and nerves. They can fuse upon healing and result in secondary damage. Inorder to avoid that, he will be hospitalized for two months and partake in intensiverehabilitation.

After my friend knew that his nerves were cut, his voice that undoubtedly wanted to ask,Will it get better? broke off. I knew that by having his right arm disabled, his dream of becoming a painting artist will also be shattered. He wondered what he would do if hecould not draw and paint anymore.

The days keep passing by. I always right next to him, taking a very good care of him. Healways suffered in pain. If I asked him to take some painkillers, he resist while saying, If I take them, I would not be able to tell if my right hands nerves is still connect.

Honestly, I was overwhelmed by his inner strength and by her strong will that is capableof repressing the pain. Finally he had able to feel his right hand, painfully. Then, he wasmoved to the rehabilitation center to regain more of his movements.

Rehab is a battle against pain. People will often give up once they have healed to acertain degree, but he never gave up because whether he can return to being an artisthinges on this. On top of that, the injury is on his dominant hand. Although it is very


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painful, his fear of not been able to draw must be overwhelmingly more powerful thanhis fear of pain.

The best! shout my best friend. After two months with full of suffering and tormentingexperiences, my friend had miraculously survived the rehabilitation process. Right now,

he regains his full control of his right arm and started to draw again. That is the greatestrecovery and comeback moment I had ever seen.


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REFERENCES AND BIBLIOGRAPHY

1. http://www.123helpme.com/view.asp?id=155259

2. http://www.inspirationpeak.com/shortstories/livingproof.html

3. Pusat Bahasa, ITM, Shah Alam, Selangor. (1987). Intermediate English :Biroteks

ITM, Shah Alam, Selangor.

4. Toby Fulwiler,William A. Stephany. (2002). Reading, Writing, and Interpreting

Texts :Electronic Publishing Services Inc., N Y .

5. Dorothy U. Seyler.(1995). Read, Reason,Write :Steven Pensinger, Inc.


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Living Proof Mir acles Do Happenby B ri an Boyle

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My name is Brian Bo yle, and I am living proof that mirac les happen.

A month after I graduated high schoo l in 2004,I was coming home from swim practice and wasinvo lved in a near fata l car accident with a dumptruck. The impact of the crash vio lent ly ripped m y heartacross m y chest, shattering m y ribs/c lavic le/pe lvis, co llapsingmy lungs, causing damage to ever y sing le organ, fai lure of my kidne ys and liver, remova l of sp leen and ga ll bladder,resu lting in the loss of 60% of m y blood, severe nervedamage to m y left shou lder, and leaving me in a coma whereI was on life support for over two months at Prince GeorgesHospita l Center in Chever ly, MD .

I don't have a memor y of the accident, or the few da ys beforethe da y of the accident. The first thing that I remember after

the co llision, which is sti ll so vivid in m y mind even toda y, is being in this ver y large white tube. In this tube was a bo y sitting to m y left, and man y other bo ys and gir ls on m y rightside (I use the term "bo ys and gir ls" because the y appeared to

be m y age.) I didn't know wh y I was there or how I even gotthere in the first p lace. The more I sat there, the more I wasable to visua lize m y surroundings. The bo y to m y left had acell phone, and he asked me if I needed him to ca ll anyonefor me. I to ld him " yes, can you ca ll my parents and te ll themthat I love them." The next thing that I remember is wakingup in a hospita l bed, chemica lly para lyzed and hooked up to

all these machines. Through a ll the buzzes and beeps goingoff from the medica l equipment that was saving m y life atthat instant, I cou ld hear m y mom and dad te lling me in

between dramatic pauses of cr ying h ysterica lly that I wasgoing to be oka y. On ly moments before I be lieve I waswaiting in line to meet m y fina l judgment, but it must havenot been m y time. Moments later, I had come back to life.This was just the beginning of m y suffering.


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I died eight times whi le I was in the intensive care unit andeven when I woke up from m y coma, I cou ldn't ta lk or communicate. No one knew for sure if I wou ld leave m y room in a whee lchair or a bod y bag. As far as the future, it

didn't exist. Wa lking was never going to happen again due toall the extreme injuries and because of the shattered pe lvis.The thought of swimming was just that, on ly a thought. Justlike m y bod y, m y dreams were shattered. But, I didn't give up

because I knew that God had a p lan for me.

After spending two months in a coma, 14 operations, 36 blood transfusions, 13 p lasma treatments, I lost a tota l of 100 pounds and had to go to a rehabi litation center in Ba ltimore. Ihad to learn how to ta lk, eat, wa lk, shower, and liveindependent ly again. After that agonizing experience, I had to

go to outpatient therap y in Wa ldorf, MD . After spending afew months in a whee lchair, I took bab y steps to wa lk on m y own. It was a mirac le that I cou ld wa lk again, but I wanted to

prove the doctors wrong and not on ly wa lk, but run. After Iaccomp lished that, I wanted to get back in the poo l again.After a few lung tests, I was ab le to go in the poo l a litt le biteach week.

Before the accident I had three goa ls: to go to co llege, swimon the team, and compete in an ironman triath lon one da y.After a few months of swimming a few laps here and therewith m y training partner and good budd y, Sam F leming, Idecided that I was not going to let m y injuries stop me fromliving m y dream. Six months after that I began m y freshmanyear at St. Mar y's Co llege of Mar yland - and became a proudmember of the swim team.

It's ver y eas y to go through and list these facts and make itlook like ever ything just seemed to easi ly fall in it's own

perfect litt le p lace, but the truth of the matter is that it didn't.It wasn't eas y, not then, and not now. The pain and the agon y was rea l and it existed a ll the wa y through - in the good timesand the ver y bad.

It was not an eas y situation to be laying in a bed, staring atthe cei ling, knowing that your life is over whi le you'relooking at a priest give you the last rights. I thought to m yself over and over, wh y did this happen to me. I was a lwa ys agood kid, received good grades in schoo l, and went to church.Why wou ld something as horrific as this happen to me? Wh y


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wou ld God a llow this? I went on and on for da ys asking wh y?And, then it hit me. A ll that thinking and pondering on thewhat-if scenarios and the questionab le doubt on ly stirred upanother question - wh y was I saved? I didn't have an ymorequestions after that. I fina lly understood m y purpose in life.

With the 50 year life expectanc y I was given from thedoctors, I am now just tr ying to live each da y to the fu llestand motivate and hopefu lly inspire other peop le in their livesand faith. Some peop le sa y I am like 'Lazarus' because God

brought me back to life. A ll I know is that I want to take fu ll advantage of the precious time we are given.

My stor y is about the recover y and the comeback, but I wantto make it much more than that. I want to make a positiveimpact on the wor ld. I want to motivate and hopefu lly inspire

other peop le through m y endeavors to never give up on their dreams and to never stop be lieving in their faith in God nomatter how bad a situation ma y appear.

Update: Brian recently completed the Steelhead 70.3 half-ironman race in Michigan and was also given theinspirational athlete media slot to compete in the 2007 Ford

Ironman World Championship where his story appeared on NBC's 'Ironman' show as the main feature.

Click below to see a recent video! Visit Brian's Website


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THE PLOT

Exposition:

y The protagonist involved in a near fatal car accident with a dump truck.y His body was heavily damaged thus leaving him in coma for two months.

Rising action:

y He awake, chemically paralyzed and surrounded with hospitals equipment.y He couldnt talk or communicate when awake and the thought of walking again

never had crossed his mind.y Despite his critical situation, he never gave up his life and dreams.y Had lost 100 pounds and had to go to the Baltimores rehabilitation centre.

Climax:

y After spending a few months in a wheelchair, he had successfully walk on hisown.

y After a few lung tests, he was able to go in the pool a little bit each week.y After a few months of swimming a few laps here and there with his training

partner and good buddy, Sam Fleming, he decided that he does not going to lethis injuries stop him from living his dream.

Conclusion:

y Six months after that he began his freshman year at St. Mary's College of Maryland - and became a proud member of the swim team.


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Personal Narrative- Basketball Championship :

Length: 1133 words (3.2 double-spaced pages)Rating: Red (FREE)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Persona l Narrative- Basketba ll Championship

The arena packed with five to six thousand peop le were screaming as the y prepare to watch twocontestants batt le it out. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to exp lode. My adrena line f lowed through m y veins as the moment got c loser and c loser. I had come to do onething and one thing on ly.

On March 7, 200 m y fami ly and I drove to Co lorado Springs for the state basketba ll championships, which were he ld at the Air Force Academ y. I had qua lified for the state three

point contest, which was he ld ever y year at this time. Just a regu lar o l' contestant with thethought in m y mind of "I wi ll win this contest." However I am sure ever y one of the eightcontestants was thinking the exact same thing that I was. Having competed in the contest theyear before, I knew not to be over- looking m y competition, because those kids were the bestthree point shooters in the state, and the reigning champion, Josh Hardin is back. I knew that if I

was going to win this contest I wou ld more than like ly have to beat him for the tit le.

On March 8, 2000, the da y of the competition, m y dad woke me up so we cou ld get a jump onthe competition and go shoot some hoops to get me warmed up for the afternoon. We went to aloca l elementar y schoo l close to our hote l to shoot. My dad and I shot for about a ha lf an hour or so then went back to our hote l to get read y to go to the Air Force Academ y. I showered up, andsince there were two games before the competition, we decided to go and watch. After the twogames had ended, the y announced over the P.A. that a ll the three point contestants needed toreport to the court. I proceeded down to the court where I saw m y biggest competition JoshHardin. We nodded to each other and kept wa lking. When I stepped on to the court, m y nervesstarted to set in. The director showed us the dressing rooms and we a ll got changed and came

back onto the court. We grabbed some basketba lls and started shooting. We shot for about fiveminutes when the director of the contest brought us over and exp lained the ru les and regu lationsof the contest. He said we wou ld get fort y-five seconds to shoot fifteen ba lls and the person whomade the most wou ld advance to the next round. He then to ld us we had fifteen minutes unti l thecompetition started. We grabbed our basketba lls and scattered to the hoops. Whi le we werewarming up, I cou ld not make a shot to save m y life. The first shot that I took was an air ba ll, butI to ld m yself, "No need to worr y." I wi ll be a ll right, I wi ll sti ll win this contest." As warm upswent a long, things didn't get much better for me. I was not making a shot, and Josh Hardin was


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making ever ything that he put up. I started to get a litt le nervous at that point. Warm ups hadended and m y conquest was just about to start.

Adam was first on m y list to take out. I knew I was going to win that round as soon as the hornsounded to start us, because I came out on fire. I made m y first 6 shots. I went on to win the

round making e leven and Jones making on ly seven. Josh Hardin a lso won his round twe lve toseven. After that round I knew that it wou ld be a hard fight to the end, but I knew that I wou ldwin.

Next on m y list to take down was a kid from Manitiou Springs named Adam Jones. This kid wasa rea lly good shooter he had a lso made e leven in the first round so I knew I had to shoot we ll to

beat him. The horn sounded and we were off. Things started off a litt le rough. I missed three outof m y first five, but I pu lled out the victor y eleven to ten. Josh Hardin won his round as we ll,advancing us into the championship round against each other, which was he ld at the ha lf time of the gir ls state championship game.

The gir ls championship game started at 6:30 as schedu led, and I went into the locker rooms after the first quarter to get read y to finish what I had come to Co lorado Springs for: to become thethree point champion. Towards the end of the second period of the gir ls game the y announcedover the P.A. s ystem, "Aaron Schmidt and Josh Hardin p lease report to the scorers tab le." Iwa lked over there and when I got there we nodded to each other, wished each other luck, andthen went back to doing our own thing. We then f lipped a coin to see which basket we wou ldlike to shoot at. I won the toss and chose the basket that I shot at the two rounds that I won. Thehalf ended and Josh Hardin and I wa lked out to center court. The announcer then said a shortlittle speech on how we each got there and then to ld us to go to our basket and take a 2 minutewarm-up. We each went our own wa ys and started to shoot. The warm-up went good for me; Imade a lot of shots, but I knew that I was going to win so it didn't rea lly matter on how I shot inwarm-ups. The crowd behind m y basket was the Denver Christian fans. The horn sounded andwe were off. I made m y first basket and the Denver Christian fans yelled, "One" Hardin a lsomade his first basket and the crowd behind his basket yelled, "One" as we ll. Ever y basket thatHardin or I made, the crowd wou ld yell out the number. I ended up making twe lve in thechampionship round to Hardin's ten. I was the champion! I didn't want to jump around the courtyelling and screaming but that was what I fe lt like doing. We then wa lked back to center courtwhere we greeted each other and to ld each other good job. The y presented the trophies to us. Theannouncer over the P.A. s ystem announced, "Our 2001 three point champion, Aaron Schmidtfrom Hotchkiss." When I heard the crowd scream and c lap for me made me fee l so awesome it'shard to put in words.

We drove home from Co lorado Springs the next da y. I was probab ly the happiest kid in the state.I had come to accomp lish one thing and one thing on ly, to become the three point champion and

bab y that was accomp lished.

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THE PLOT

Exposition:

y March 7, 2000. The protagonists family drove to Colorado Springs for the statebasketball championships, which were held at the Air Force Academy.

y His team had been selected toy The protagonist was not so hoping in winning because all of the opposing teams

were consist of greater player than him.

Rising action:

y March 8, 2000. The day of competition. He started his day with training andexercise at a local elementary school with his father. After that they went to theair force academy.

y After two games had ended, his match was about to begin. He went to thedressing room, grabbed some basketball, and started practicing his shootingskill.

y During warming ups, his shoot doesnt come quite along smoothly and he alsostarted to become nervous.

y His match began and he had successfully made it through the first two rounds.Then, his final match begun.

Climax:

y The warm-up went good for him. Right now, he was very confident that he willwin the championship.

y Amazingly, he ended up making twelve successful shots in the championshipround to Hardins ten.

Conclusion:

y He had won the championship and also had been announced as the 2001 threepoint champion.


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Personal Narrative Essay - Crickets :

Length: 333 words (1 double-spaced pages)Rating: Red (FREE)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Persona l Narrative- Crickets

Ive never liked bugs. Grasshoppers are gruesome, and wasps are menacing. Even butterf liesseem to f launt their grace b y f luttering in your face. Recent ly, however, Ive rea lized that oneinsect cowers be low the others as the most scheming of the six- legged wor ld. Ive discoveredthat I hate crickets.

These bugs are wa y too happ y for their own good. Not on ly black, sma ller versions of thegrasshopper, crickets are masters of hide and seek. The ink y bodies b lend f law less ly into theshadows beneath a bush or inside the garage. Each crunch y creature a lso must have a shrinkingabi lity. Squeezing into cracks and crannies in wa lls, even the cockroach is shamed b y the cricket.Once hiding within thirt y feet of m y presence, the despicab le beast begins to sing its wretched,repetitive tune. Echoing in m y ears, magnified b y the si lence between chirps, the song ratt les inmy head.

Forget stud ying, forget writing and so lving prob lems, forget s leeping, because I am irritated.Each shri ll note pierces m y sku ll, drumming inside m y head as though pressuring m y brain."Find me," it taunts, "if you can." Concentrating becomes iso lated, like a specia l filter isfunne ling on ly the vibrato-fi lled song into m y mind. E yes wide and furious, I hunt, fo llowing thegnawing chirp. Listening with ears attuned on ly to the shriek, I creep so s low ly, so focused m y musc les ache with the strain.

Zoning in on a tin y area, sudden ly repu lsed b y the thought of cricket skin brushing m y delicatefingertips, I seize a sanda l from the step. I can hear it. I know its on ly a few inches awa y. Now,the batt le begins as m y adversar y fina lly quiets, sensing m y approach. I freeze in mid-step, anurge to scream and lunge c lawing at me. The chirp continues, beckoning, taunting. A lightningquick swipe of m y hand overturns a sneaker. The jo yful song stops. The panicked nuisance hops

pitifu lly into the wa ll and fa lls to the f loor. An ear-sp litting smack sickens the air.

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How to C i te th i s PageM LA Citation: "Personal Narrative Essay - Crickets." 123HelpMe.com. 03 Oct 2009

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THE PLOT

Exposition:

y The writer told that he really hated bugs and insects especially crickets.

Rising action:

y The writer listed the crickets gruesome characteristic and all the reasons why hedespise crickets so much.

y The irritating crickets sound had annoyed him so much that he finally decided tohunt down the cricket.

Climax:

y The writer seized a sandal and prepared to end the crickets life.y

Finally, the cricket had been killed by a few swing of his hand.

Conclusion:

y A silence atmosphere emerged which was a bliss for the writer.


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Setting:

Prince Georges Hospital Center in Cheverly, MD

Rehabilitation center in Baltimore

Waldorf, MD

The pool

St. Mary's College of Maryland

Characters:

Brian Boyle - main protagonist

Sam Fleming - Brian's good buddy

Themes:

Recovery and comeback

Determination versus hardship

Literary devices:

Personafication - "... with my loyal wheelchair,"

Simile - "As fast as lightning,"

Hyperbole - "...crying hysterically that"


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Moral values:

We have to work hard to achieve our goals

One must be patient to endure hardship

In time of crisis, we must never lose our hopes and dreams


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Settings

Rehabilitationcenter inBaltimore

PrinceGeorgesHospitalCenter in

Cheverly, MD

S t. Mary'sCollege of Maryland

The pool

Waldorf, MD

BrianA person with full of determinationThe main protagonist

S amA very understanding friendBrian's close friend

Recovery andcomeback

Determinationversus

hardship

Themes


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He awake, chemicallyparalyzed and surroundedwith hospital's equipmentDespite his critical situation,he never gave up his life anddreams

After 2 months in awheelchair, he hadsuccesfully walk on his ownAfter a few lung test, he wasable to go in the pool a littlebit each week

The protagonist involved in anear fatal car accident with adump truckHis body was heavilydamaged, leaving him comafor two months

S ix months after that hebegan his freshman year atS t. Mary's College of Maryland - and became aproud member of the swimteam.

CONCLUSI ON EXPOSI TION

RISI NGACTIONCL

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MORALVALUES

In time of crisis,we must neverlose our hopes

and dreams

We have towork hard toachieve our

goalsOne must be

patient inenduringhardship

MORALVALUES

Persona-fication

"... with myloyal

wheelchair,"

S imile"As fast aslightning,"

Hyperbole

"...cryinghystericallythat"


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REFLECTION

This is the first English assignment that had been given to me from my teacher. Thetask is about narrative writing. First, I had to select and read few materials related tonarrative writing. Then, I evaluated the information that I found in the materials.

I spent most of my times to find a suitable narrative writing from books, journals,magazines, exercises book, and also from internet. There were so many choices and

selections. Thanks god I had found my suitable short stories.

After that, I read again the whole narratives to choose the one that I wanted to convertinto graphic organizer. I planned my graphic organizer very carefully and I think I haddone a really great job with that.

Now, I had realized that the assignment really had given me a very great impact. Beforethen, I had never realized that there were so many great stories and great authors outthere. This assignment had wonderfully awakened the old bookworm inside me.

I hope that my hobbies in reading will never ever fade again. Because I know that onlywith reading we can conquer the knowledge. And my final hope is that I can sharpen myEnglish to a higher level with this wonderful task.

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