Ccu Personal Narrative

I will never forget the day I became a statistic. It was a warm night in September when I became the 1 in a startling 4 women who would experience domestic violence in her lifetime. Sometimes it seems as if the violence defines my identity and I guess in some ways it does because it’s impossible for something like that to not have an effect on who you are. It was that day that I found out who I was, decided what I wanted out of life, and decided I wasn’t going to be a victim, I was going to be a survivor.

USF is a big place with a lot of new people to meet, however, the same can be said of my previous high school. The main difference here is that people are more free to be who ever they want to. What excites me is that there so much to learn of how the world works that I have yet to figure out and how USF is a such concentrated culmination of unique people each with different ideas. For example, I learned last week at USF that some people prefer to use the pronoun “they” instead of the conventional “he” or “she” when spoken of. Honestly, its really overwhelming how much I want to do and have to do to accomplish my goals but if I actually plan my time responsibly I do believe I have the ability to do it all. I have also made a few really smart

I stood in front of my vanity mirror as I did every morning, a bad but an ineluctable habit of mine. I traced my scar from my eyebrow to my cheekbone with my finger. I suppose most people see scars as a sign of survivor, but all I ever saw was my weakness. I don’t mean to be querulous, I was grateful to be alive, I just seemed to constantly be reminded of my mistakes. I shook my head, wishing I could pinion myself so I could stop obsessing over it. As I was leaving that morning, my cocker spaniel sat like a portier at the front door, his big brown eyes pleading me to stay. I felt bad for having to leave him, so I went to go give him a treat. He knew what was happening as soon as I started walking towards the kitchen and started to jump around

I wake up in my plain, old bedroom hoping it would be different but according to the government, control, we all have to have the same bedroom, house, clothes, and pretty much everything is the same. I can’t even complain about how unfair it is or my family would send me off. I honestly have no idea what be sent off is but if that happens again you never see your control again. Everyone assumes it’s death but not me, I have a feeling it’s something different.

When I walked onto the quad on the first day of freshman orientation I was still amazed that I would be the next two years at a prestigious university such as Oxford college of Emory University. The sight in itself was one like no other. Seney hall stood tall and bright as we put our cokes to the sky and made the big Emory coke toast. However, I would soon come to realize that the beauty of Oxford was not just in its spectacular campus and rigorous education. Oxford was a place where one could truly build a community and get involved if they sought out to.

When I first came to CNU for my interview to get into CNU. They were talking about the leadership program asking me if I knew about it and I did. But I thought to myself why would this great program want me, yes I did same community service and was captain of my Field Hockey team. But I was always the one to support people the one someone went to for help in a class or emotion support because my friends thought I was good at reading people I didn’t believe that, though. Why would this program want me! is what I thought but my family convinced me to apply what is the downside if anything I could tell my family I told you so. Which know looking back I see how completely wrong I was, thinking I was not even going to get into college. When I got

I entered the halls of White County High School a very shy girl with a fear of speaking in front of my classmates. A teacher of mine picked on me every day doing everything a shy kid hates: making me read aloud, write on the board, answer questions, and much more. Mr.Carr was determined to break me out of my shell. One day, he made me go up in front of the class and correct a sentence on the board. Something strange happened that day. I had to make the word “Travers” show possession. I thought it was correct to add an apostrophe “s” to it because it is singular, but, Mr.Carr told me to only add an apostrophe. I argued that I was taught you add an apostrophe if it is plural and ends in “s,” and this word was singular.

Yes, I have found myself in a situation where I felt I misinterpreted a non-verbal or verbal signal / cue with someone of another culture. Chaminade University of Honolulu is a diverse school. During my first semester at Chaminade, I was dorming with two different girls with two different cultures. An incident happened when my roommate sister came to visit all the way from England. When my roommate wanted to take a picture of all three of us, I held up a peace sign. It was an embarrassing moment because after the picture was taken, her sister gave me a weird look. That’s when my roommate took me to the side and explained to me that a peace sign is considered offensive. I really didn’t know at the time. I apologized for my wrongdoing. After

Although I was born and raised in Stamford, CT, coined “Manhattan’s little sister” by some, I have always had a profound love for Boston. To be able to pursue the rest of my B.A. in the heart of Boston would be a dream come true for me.

My academic work and goals at Colorado Christian University will be influenced by years of experiences

I have work experience with the Department of Youth Rehabilitative Services as a Family Crisis Therapist Intern (May 2016-August 2016). Duties include, but are not limited to working with clients and families to obtain social and background information involving income, education, religion, criminal, health, addiction, race or ethnicity. Information is used to help in determining eligibility of various social service needs and resources. Provide individual and group counseling to identify specific problems to aide in the development and implements of service/treatment plans. Maintain and document narrative case notes for data entry into an automated information system. Report progress and make recommendations to the court and staff.

An experience I have went through in my life that will most likely influence my academic work and goals at Colorado Christian University would be getting married, having a baby, and getting a divorce at the age of twenty-one. This can be a big affect on anyone, not just me in particular. It made me realize it is time to grow up and be responsible for the sake of my daughter. Going through this at such a young age has really showed me to appreciate life. I didn't take much into consideration about rushing into a marriage and getting pregnant shortly after. With that, I also didn't have the approval of my parents,which led to causing many family disputes. I still to this day do not have that father/daughter relationship that I use to have. Now going through this divorce and becoming a single mom I

I lived very close toNSU while I was in high school, so I have been familiar with NSU for a while now. I was considering attending NSU for undergrad, but at the time it was not the best choice for me, financially. I also attended a NSU ASDA event last year through my universities Pre-Dental association and got to explore the campus much better, especially the dental aspect of it. I fell in-love with it and have been wanting to attendNSU

My academic work and goals at Colorado Christian University will be influenced by the event of my repentance and surrendering of my life to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Though I grew up in a church setting and raised a “saved” young man, for I ask Jesus into my heart at 5 years old. I didn’t truly believe Jesus to be my Lord, nor really did I begin to surrender everything until June 29, 2011. My story is a glamorous one. It didn’t happen at a alter call, although afterwards I went up many times for wisdom and discernment. I was watching a television show that was as far from godly as you can imagine with my family. During a scene a character said that God actually made vampires in God’s image. The Holy Spirit spoke to me that instant and I shouted at the t.v. “that’s a lie!” My girls, Kaitlyn and Lauryn,

English 101 was a challenging course. A constant stream of reading and writing lead to a demanding yet rewarding semester. The variety of texts read and written about provided a plethora of life lessons and demonstrations of values. Now at the end of the course I find myself a better student and writer. The texts themselves were not influential to my growth as a critical reader or college student. Rather, it was my own analysis of the texts that allowed me to consider other perspectives on technology use in the classroom and the importance of revision when it comes to school work.