Epiphany-Personal Narrative Analysis

In my opinion, freedom needs to be repeatedly earned, generation after generation. I believe this because years upon years have been dedicated to winning freedom in certain categories, and within our country itself, but after those years, some of the freedoms are taken away. Some people completely devoted their lives to develop free countries, or gain freedom in other ways, and succeeded, but then, the freedom was taken back. I do not see that as being fair.

When I think of a life extremely fulfilled, I think of traveling the world. As a little girl, however, I could not imagine even traveling outside of the United States. My life was flipped upside down when I found out that my dad was offered a four year job in Japan. Even though I was only in the fifth grade, I was completely content with my life. I had everything I needed, I was friends with everyone, and I was not willing to leave New York and give up all my friendships that had grown over the past five years.

Alvin did not perform as well as I expected him to. Reading with him in past, he seemed very composed, and rarely stumbled on many words. However during the assessment he had many mistakes on words he should know, and struggles with the comprehension question. The main take away from the assessment for me, was that he is further along in his ability to decode words, then he is with his comprehension skills.

Looking back at my experiences is always a comforting endeavor. Growing up with a very involved family, especially my father, lead to many enjoyable experiences during the most influential years of my life. Most of those experiences were spent outdoors. Hunting, fishing, camping, and just spending as much time outside as possible, these were the activities that marked the majority of my life growing up. My father grew up doing these things and he made a very concerted effort to make sure that we shared similar experiences. Hunting was the activity that I took to with the most enthusiasm. There was something incredibly exhilarating about learning everything I could about an animal, its needs, patterns, lifestyle, and environment and then applying

I appreciate you helping me, I enclose a narrative, which explains my inordinately difficult situation which worsens by the minute.

At the end of a long road was a cul-de-sac, and settled along the end was an apartment complex. Every day a silver coupe would keep a regular transit schedule; it would leave at 6:30 A.M., arrive for lunch break, take off to finish the work day, and at 4:00 P.M. it would take me back home at the apartment complex at the end of a strangely long cu-de-sac. After a ten minute shower I hopped back into the coupe and drove to my second job; I was usually on top of things and could manage my time well. 8:30 rolled by and I knew I was only thirty minutes from clocking out.

I'm pretty sure everyone here is preparing themselves to sit through this long speech while trying there best to stay awake. I know this because the experieriance is all to real to me. On the bright side there is nothing wrong that: so go ahead fall asleep, pay attention, shop for shoes on your phone because it's okay and I'm going to tell you why.

I was never one to think that school or an education would be able to help me. That thought changed quickly when I was in juvenile hall for being accused for the murder of my younger brother. I have had many opportunities thrown at me when I was younger and they are still being given to me to this day. The one thing that I took advantage of was when I was in juvenile hall and the hall still decided to offer an education. I only thought that there was an education being offered because they didn’t want me to be behind in school. I was told by a guard that I was able to show who I really was through education. Of course I didn’t believe him, how is reading going to help?

It was really crazy living through this summer hearing day after day about all the hurricanes, earthquakes, and fires that were ravaging the world. It seemed like every week there was a new disaster and with each headline, I definitely felt more and more desensitized. I remember when I was in middle school, the earthquake and tsunami hit Japan and although it was so far away, I was distraught at everything that was going on. As I have gotten older, these things have affected me less even when they hit closer to home, which makes me very uncomfortable. I know I am not alone in this because I talked to a lot of my friends this summer about this very thing. I am not sure why this is happening, but I do know that my generation has become quite

While growing up, people are often saying to others the same cliche things over and over again about taking things for granted, such as “life is short, live every moment like it’s you’re last” and “don’t take anything for granted, it could happen to you”. Both of these phrases applied to me this summer more than I would have prefered. This summer I went through a life changing car accident that brought me back down to reality and helped me realize how I blessed I am to have the things I do in life.

On February 24, 2016, to my surprise, I woke up earlier than usual. While lying in bed, I decided to drive down to the American River to watch the sunrise and take a walk to explore the rising of wildlife. I arrived at the trailhead, along the levee, at 6:00AM. At this hour it was pretty chilly so I came prepared with warm clothes. Experiencing the river in first person gave me a better look on the evolving world of wildlife and its natural beauty that can only be beneficial to you and whomever you decide to go with. You get the opportunity to imagine and see the nature grow into something a lot more enticing and mind boggling than at first glance due to the atmosphere that surrounds the environment.

Well, he was supposed to be reading it, but somehow I managed to read it before him. From just being forced to listen and figure things out for myself I began to read and write a lot faster than most children. I first processed sounds which formed into letters which created words, those words could be pieced in together to create a sentence. It somehow became a mental equation that I did every time I heard something. I had to go through that process very quickly in order to give a response in a normal amount of time. When I was finally taught how to read properly the process didn’t make sense to me. It was too easy. I didn’t really talk much and that concerned my tutor when she first arrived. I just never had a reason to talk since my parents

*"Do a Fet writing on the different feelings you have related to male and female dominants. How do they differ from each other? How do your feelings differ when responding to each?"*

Connor was only 12 years old when he suffered through a snow mobile accident. He suffered from serious trauma to his head to the point where he was nearly brain dead. One day he was just an ordinary boy, doing the mischievous things all boys do, then suddenly, his life was placed in the hands of his parents who were left with only 3 options. Standing in the way of these options lied the decision of keeping their son alive, or letting their son die.

As a fighter of Mixed Martial Arts, I have been pitted against other fighters in real unarmed combat situations. Winning requires dedication, discipline, patience, sheer will and hard work. One needs to instill these qualities and techniques, practicing for hours on end in order to develop precision and mastery. This is analogous to hours spent perfecting abdominal palpation techniques, percussing over the chest to detect the difference between dull and hyperresonant notes, and auscultating heart sounds to tune one’s ears to faint murmurs and added sounds. To be a master fighter, you need to predict your competitor’s next moves and always stay one step ahead of them. The same, can be said of combating disease as a clinician.