Automatic Zero-Personal Narrative Analysis

The only thing I remember is that my teacher gave me back my paper with markdowns for using “black” instead of “African American” to describe black people. From then on when writing essays for any class I would try to be politically correct as possible. At the back of my mind I was always thinking about whether the next sentence I write might offend someone. More often than not I would find myself pausing for about twenty minutes to ponder if my essay is offensive in a way. By trying to tailor my essay in a way that sought to seem inoffensive, I was unable to fully express my thoughts and feelings.

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

"In greek mythology, it is believed, the first humans were created with four arms, four legs, and four eyes, theey had two noses, amd two mouths, they terrified zues. He feared they could over take his place as ruler, so to prevent that, he split them in half, which left them to wonder aimlessly around the world searching for thier other half."

Today I am experiencing a spell of laziness and procrastination. It seems that the way my schedule is set up, I have several hours between classes to get things done. Last year, I had no time in between classes and I was alwys extremly tired at the end of the day, so I thought I would try something different. However, it seems that all I find to do thorughout this time is sleep....which is dangerous when thinking about my actually sleeping patterns. I tend to sleep all day and then I am awake at 5am wondering how I a, to fuction on 3 hours of sleep for my 8am class. On a more positive note I have been keepig track of my New Year's Resolution and have finally made it to the second journal entry.

It was fall of 2013. It was the perfect temperature outside. The leaves on the trees were changing so fast to shades of gold, red, orange, and brown, that it was like they were changing as we drove by them on our way to the fair. You could see the lights coming from the four states fair a quarter of a mile away. You could practically smell the food coming from the food vendors. We were almost there. When we arrived at the fair you could hear the people screaming on the rides. As we got our tickets I had already wondered into the entrance of the fair. My mom had to come get me so that I could get my share of the tickets. When we all finally went through the entry I could smell cotton candy, funnel cakes, hot dogs, and all sorts of foods. Then I started to get hungry.

Growing up, my parents and I always took the time to read stories together. Before bed, before school, while playing with dolls in the bathtub. Fiction and nonfiction stories alike taught me about both the physical, literal world around me, and the world I could create in my own mind when I needed to find comfort. It was through the works of fiction, however, that I learned despite the hardships of life, I could disappear into a world I could mold however I pleased.

For this journal entry, I am to answer the question, “How would you decide whether to e one of the first individuals to try a ‘new’ vaccine?” Even prior to reading and evaluating the assigned article by the Institute for the Future, I had previously decided that should vaccine come along with the ability to halt melanoma, I would most likely be in favor of allowing the injection of a trial dose. My reasons for doing so are in hoping that my trial of a vaccine would help others, especially my family members, as there is a history of melanoma in my family. However, after reading the article, I am even more encouraged to allow a trial vaccine. In the article, Avery (2011) discusses the reprogramming of T-cells to recognize cancer cells as invaders, and fight them (para. 4).To me, this is no different than my taking synthetic thyroid hormones every day for the rest of my life, to stay alive.

The day wasn’t as muggy as it usually is on at 7 am, but was exactly as overcast as most days on the island of Oahu. I decided to wear my old, worn-out steel-toed boots instead of my running shoes; I was going mountain climbing in Hawaii for the second time in my life, and I was gearing up to carry all six pounds of water bottles I bought the day before. My boss, Castro, convinced Deroy, Gonzales and myself to meet up near the city of Kailua for a mountain climbing trip two days ago, before we all left work, as a sort of group-bonding experience. It was a hiking and climbing trail across three consecutive mountain peaks, collectively called “three peaks.” We all met up in the park near Olomana, the first peak, around 8 am, and began to

As the second half started, I started to feel confident in myself. Leuzinger started attacking very quickly. They kept taking shot and crossing the ball, but I just kept blocking the shots, I felt unstoppable. They started getting more dangerous as the minutes goes by. We were defending most of the time in the second half and were not getting many opportunities to score. As the game is coming closer to an end, our defender cause a foul, so they were rewarded a free kick. I start to set up my wall with four of our players as they are protecting the right side of the goal. I go towards the middle as the referee allows the player to shoot the free kick. My heart was racing, I hear the crowd cheering all over the field, the coaches screaming at

At the age of four, I was living with my mother while she was a single parent. Back then, I was very cautious and an introverted child. I was afraid of many unknown things and I would never open myself up to anything new. This all changed once I met my stepfather, he showed me a new and more outgoing way to approach life.

"Please fastened your seatbelt" I felt my heart raced against my chest as I looked at my uncle waiting for him to translate. Coming into a new country with no knowledge about the language allowed me to foreshadow the upcoming years of my life here in America. The spring breeze from April at midnight gave me the chill down my spine, it was extremely cold for us. As we were in line to get our paper done I held my mom hands, deep inside I shed a tear because I can't comprehend the conversations that was bickering back and forth.

During my final year of high school, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new. I have had a passion for basketball for as long as I can remember, yet I never attempted to join the high school senior basketball team. My biggest fear was that I would be deemed unsuitable but this year I did not let the opinions of others stand in the way of what I wanted to do. I was determined to prove to myself that I am capable of anything I put my mind to.

Growing up I had always been into action sports from riding BMX bikes, racing dirt bikes, snowboarding all the way to boogie boarding hurricane sized waves at the Jersey Shore. I loved it all. I will always remember watching Tony Hawk jump over a car on his skateboard at Six Flags. As a kid, watching professionals do unimaginable tricks sparked something inside of me.

I was not really thinking about my education until I was going to the library and I asked my mom a question that would change my life for ever. There is a school on the way to the library at the time I had no idea what it was really, just a grey building with a bright purple stripe. So I asked her with my anxious little sixth grader mind. “What’s that school?”

Choosing a topic for me was much more challenging than I expected it to be, yet I have finally I narrowed it down with a great deal of brainstorming and the aid of a visual organizer. I wanted my topic to be intriguing as well as engaging enough to write about. So my thoughts lead me to a turning point in my life where everything transformed.