A personal narrative essay is a story about oneself.
There is usually a point to the story—a theme that is generated over the course of the action, or an idea that is reached at the conclusion that provides enlightenment.
The narrative can be humorous, joyous, dramatic, gentle, straight-forward or even surprising.
The key is to provoke a response in your reader—to trigger an emotion, a thought, a memory—something that makes the reader feel thankful for having read your work
Thankful why?—well, that is up to you.
If your story is happy, great! If you story is sad, fine! There really are no rules.
Indeed, it is all about how one chooses to tell one’s own story.
Since it is your story, there’s no right or wrong way to do it.
However, there is a basic structure that you can follow to ensure your personal narrative essay stays on the right track.
In this article, we’ll examine this type of essay from a number of perspectives: we’ll provide you with an outline, an example, some topic ideas, and hints on how to get started.
A personal narrative essay is one of the few types of essays in which the 1st person point-of-view is the accepted point-of-view.
Typically, essays require you to speak in the 3rd person.
Rarely is it recommended that you use “I,” “me,” “my,” “we,” or “our” in a formal paper.
However, the personal narrative is that rare exception: it is the time when you get to be you!
The reason is simple: the essay is supposed to be about you! So embrace it! Let your inner you shine and tell a story about yourself.
Personal narratives commonly serve as an occasion for you to reflect on some period in your life wherein you experienced growth, an epiphany, a problem that you overcame, or some phenomenon that left a deep impression on you.
They don’t have to be heavy and overly serious, however.
They can be as light and frolicsome as you’d like.
There should be a beginning, a middle, and an end—just like in any story.
And there should be some point to it.
A personal narrative that goes nowhere might leave your reader feeling unfulfilled.
Still, if you feel such a narrative would best reflect your sense of yourself and what you want to express, then don’t be shy: let it out the way you prefer.
(Just try to give the reader a little explanation as to why you feel such a reflection is appropriate!)
If you’re going to tell a story, you need to have a structure.
The best kind of structure for a story is the simple beginning/middle/end structure. Introduce yourself to the reader using bold imagery.
Move on to the story, and direct the action towards some climax or endpoint. That’s all there is to it!
To better organize your thoughts, create an essay outline. A basic outline will look like this:
i. Grab the reader’s attention
ii. Introduce the reader to your subject—which is you
a. Get into the story
i. Where were you?
ii. Where are you?
iii. Where are you going?
b. Provide details to make the narrative feel vivid and alive.
i. Your reader has 5 senses
ii. Try to appeal to each one by using descriptors (adjectives and adverbs) to create effective story-telling
c. Let the narrative proceed logically
i. Don’t jump around too much in the narrative
ii. Keep it simple: allow it to progress thematically, organically or chronologically
a. Embrace the themes or ideas that the narrative has constructed
b. Close out the narrative with a reflection of the journey just completed
Now let’s see this outline get put to use, shall we?
Once you have your topic in hand, all you need to do is start writing.
An outline will help you stay focused, so be sure to sketch out a brief one before beginning.
After you have that completed, just let the words flow.
Some tips to help you along the way:
Okay, so getting started really is one of the hardest things to do when writing.
But with a personal narrative essay, it can be easy!
What you want to focus on is finding the right hook.
This means your essay should start off with a bang—a catch—a line or two that brings the reader into the essay.
The hook should lead into the main idea of the essay.
It should also, in some way, reflect the title of your essay.
By reflecting on the title, you provide a quick, rapid-fire one-two combination on the reader.
The reader will have no choice but to come along!
The title, hook, and main idea should all cooperate: keep them aligned so that your writing is focused and concise.
You do not want to be all over the place with your narrative—that is too distracting and indicates poor judgment on the writer’s part.
Be critical of your writing: edit, refine, and retool so that it is the best it possibly can be.
Once you have your introduction down, move on to main body of your essay and fill in the details that your intro should promise to deliver!
You can choose almost anything when it comes to writing a personal narrative essay.
Think about your life and what makes it special, fun, meaningful or interesting.
Think about stories that you have told that made others laugh or cry or feel inspired.
Mine these places for potential essay topics.
To help you get started, consider some of these for example:
Title: Why I Became a Realtor
First off, I didn’t know I was becoming a Realtor till I signed on with a broker and “they” told me, “Of course you need to fork over more cash for another meaningless title that you will be told is very important and significant, etc., etc.” Already in a none-too-comfortable position but with credit card in hand, I allowed myself to be persuaded and handed said card over for another swipe. That is why I became a Realtor.
But why did I become a real estate agent? (And, yes, there is a difference. Don’t ask me what it is, because when “they” were telling us the difference, my brain fogged over and I stared out the window and waited for them to stop talking).
I tell myself now that I became a real estate agent for the simple reason that I wanted to buy a house and didn’t like having to depend on an agent to go look at them. They have their schedules; I have mine. They have their reasons—I typically eschew reason. I’d call up an agent or two and feel like I was waking a sleeping dog when I would ask to see a house pronto and would they please show it to me. At first, I thought they would love to do just that. When none of them communicated this love to me (after all, I had not taken the requisite steps of speaking with a lender, getting pre-qualified, or produced a letter from my bank indicating that I had sufficient funds to make a cash offer), I realized there was more to this business than I understood. I decided to know more about it, and thanks to several kicks from my wife I did not abandon this decision when class time began and I saw immediately what I was in for.
We learned all sorts of things in real estate class—such as how to use math to figure out annual compounded interest of xyz, etc., etc., (though even still I am not sure what that means), metes and bounds, FHA, something about brokerages and licenses, and on and on. The man who ran the real estate academy from which I graduated was very nice and kind enough to put together a study guide for the real estate exams, one which I completed online and one which had to be taken at a physical location under the watchful eye of a proctor (because being a real estate agent is like delivering the mail—they won’t let just anyone do it—ahem—an aside I make in irony because I was once denied a position driving a mail truck as a result of a blighted driving record…).
Miraculously, I passed both the federal (?—was it federal?—national?—I forget—it was all of 3 months ago…) and the state portions of the exam in the same sitting. The sun shone that day as I left the facility (or perhaps it was raining, as I said it was all of 3 months ago…) with certificate in hand, and off I went to go hang my license in a broker’s office. Hang, that is, after I finished applying for it and waited with nervous anticipation to see whether anything else from my past would come back to haunt me. Apparently not.
One of the first things “they” asked when I finally settled on a broker was: “What made you want to get into real estate?” I had to pause and think about that. (I imagined they were trying to answer the question for themselves and were looking for some clue…as in—Is it possible that so many people could be duped by the local association of Realtors into thinking that real estate is an easy means towards financial wealth?). Indeed, in all the excitement of obtaining a license, I’d begun, in celebratory mood, to envision myself making hundreds of thousands of dollars as deals fell into my lap—because, hey, who doesn’t need a real estate agent?
Eyeing them suspiciously, I did my best to not answer their question as I did not wish to expose the fact that I did indeed intend to make millions in real estate (lest someone else get the bright idea to do the same and elbow in on my market). Over the course of my initiation, however, I realized that pretty much everyone there had the same idea as I did—and there were many, many agents already in the field ahead of me. In fact, I determined that there was practically already a Realtor in every family. Sometimes two. I felt late to the party.
But rather than humor my disappointment, I realized I ought to have another reason for wanting to be a Realtor. Surely competition was stiff—and I do not enjoy competition—so I needed new motivation. As I reflected over the course of my initiation, I found in the recesses of my mind that I simply liked the idea of being able to go look at houses for myself whenever I wanted. And for this privilege I was willing to fork over upwards of $200 a month—to the brokerage for allowing me the privilege of hanging my title in their window, and to the local association of Realtors…for…hm, I am still not sure what for. Nonetheless, I felt contented with this line of reasoning.
Does it suffice still? Let me answer that question by providing the following observation. One thing I have noticed about the world of real estate is that it resembles a giant used car lot—except instead of clients coming to the lot to make a purchase, you the Realtor must find them and help them to see why they should make a purchase. In a market that is frothy (and likely to get frothier?—in truth, I do not even know what a “frothy market” means, but I am certain Google could tell us, so let us not worry about that…), assisting individuals in throwing money away is not something that makes me feel like a good person. (Are they throwing money away? Or is it only I who throws money away…?) Moreover, I have no interest in tracking down clients and pressuring them into sales that they might otherwise whole-heartedly regret/avoid. When a tidal wave of foreclosures finally tsunamis the planet, perhaps then I will be glad to assist people in the buying of a new (used) home. No doubt, they will wash up on my doorstep pleading for assistance. I am already licking my chops. Till then, I will sit and wait. And pay my E & O insurance. And my brokerage desk fees. Any my local association of Realtor fees. And my tech fees. And on and on. And, do you know?—I fully expect to be completely flat broke soon. Perhaps that is why I became a Realtor!—I wanted to know what it felt like to be poor.
With that said, in time I hope to discover something about this industry and/or myself, and/or buy a house finally, hopefully with cash but more probably with the help of financing (and hopefully not one that requires me to get loan insurance—I hate all forms of insurance; speaking of which, my E & O needs to be renewed). Where did I put my credit card?
Writing a personal narrative essay is a great way to express yourself and communicate a meaningful experience to another person.
You can adopt a comical tone or a serious tone—either or will work so long as you are being yourself.
So remember, don’t sell yourself short: you are an interesting person.
You have a story to tell.
Even if it’s something as simple as sitting in your room, pouring over your own thoughts: there’s a story there—so let it out.
When you write a personal narrative, you are the subject, the actor, and the director.
You decide how everything should go.
The audience is to receive what you hand on. Don’t imagine that you have nothing to give: it’s not true!
You have everything to give, so get going!