Example Of A Personal Narrative Part 1

1. My job at injury was working as an assembler for Volt Information Services, Inc. This job was in the heavy duty range. I had no history of injuries to my right foot prior to my injury. On a typical day I walked and stood for the whole eight hour shift, and was required to lift “nodes” which weighed 18-100 pounds each, about 30 times a day.

My schooling began in Cali, Colombia. At the age of two, my mother matriculated me at local nursery because she worked in the daytime. When I was four, my mother enrolled me in a non-religious private pre-school. The school was known for having a strong program in math and literacy. In my country, education is mandatory until middle school. My homeland uses an alphabet and similar to English it goes from left to right. In pre-school, I remember singing the national anthem every morning. I would stand up alongside of many other students and with our hand across our chest we would sing the entire national anthem. I also remember doing a lot of hands-on activities like counting the elements of each set and making a line to the corresponding number

Narrative- On 18Oct16 at 1111 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 19609 Hwy 226 for a disturbance.

Personal Narrative: Ethan Groboski     It was six A.M. on a beautiful yet brisk Saturday morning and I was fast asleep. Suddenly I was ripped from my blissful dream world by the incessant blaring of my alarm. Groggy, I shut off the alarm and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast. I had a light breakfast consisting of warm cinnamon toast and butter so as to not upset my stomach during the looming Cross Country race.

I was born in Bogota, Colombia. During my childhood schooling years I attended Gimnasio de Los Cerros in Bogota. Attending secondary schooling in Colombia prepared me well for my academic pursuits in the United States. Through my studies, my fondness of mathematics continued to grow. On my pursuit of scholastic success mathematical equations found its persuasive way to speak to me. It is for this reason I have chosen for my career to follow the pathway in relation to mathematics. But even more so, what would ultimately lay down the roots of my personal character was the death of my father at the age of three. As years passed by I came to understand I was now “the man of the house”. I do not reflect back at death of my father as being something

2. WHEN STOPPED After arriving on location, I approached from the driver side and made contact with the male, later identified as Steven R. Dennis. I advised Steven the reason I was called out to the scene and I asked what his whereabouts of the night where. Steven stated that he was over a friend’s house and they were hanging out and that he consumed only two (2) beers. As we were engaged in a conversation, Steven was extremely slow with his responses and his eyes were bloodshot. As he was speaking, I could also smell an odor of an alcoholic beverage emanating from the interior of the vehicle. I then asked Steven to step out of the vehicle so I could administer SFST's. Steven complied and opened the door. He then stepped out and nearly fell. He used to left hand as balance as he rested it on the roof of the vehicle. I also observed the Steven was in a soft cast on his foot from what he called an "Achilles’ injury." I advised Steven then walk towards the front of my vehicle so I could speak with him further. I asked Steven again how many drinks he consumed tonight.

Many parents and peers would say it is a gift that he has-- intense concentration and endurance, but he likes to call it “strength under control.” The truth is, under each attempt to gain control, is a wavering risk taker who is humbled by each unlikely victory that would always bring him to tears. That person is me. I like to thinking innovatively and calculate at least seven moves deep into the most risky and daring variations. At the 2013 National Championships, first table, I was paired against my close friend and arch-rival Austin Yang, the Taiwan chess champion. Everyone knew Austin was a machine, he had destroyed his previous opponents and had barely lost any game that year. To have a winning chance, I had to play the unconventional--the

I wasn’t ready to marry my boyfriend, but knowing I wanted a baby, I decided to have one with him. Sometime after our daughter was born, I started suspecting that he was lying to me about where he was and who he was with. I told him that since I couldn’t trust him, I didn’t want to be with him any longer. I ended up moving back to the US with my daughter. I wanted to finish college, so I moved in with my mom, who many years earlier, had gotten her life together, moved back to Texas, met a great guy and remarried. It was during that time that I worked for an abused and battered women’s shelter. That was a very eye-opening experience. It was hard for me to grasp the idea that someone would stay with another person who was emotionally,

March 10, 2008. Just typing out that date immediately triggers feelings of intense grief, anger, confusion and helplessness. Every time I recall this date, sadness grips me. I start feeling as that 12-year-old little girl all over again, desperately wishing her uncle was still here trying to braid her hair before tucking her into bed. It has been nine years since Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) deported my uncle on his way to drop me off at school. I still remember the way he looked at me, smiling forlornly and reaching out to hug me, as the officers approached the car after my uncle pulled over. I remember clutching my uncle by the waist, crying frantically, while an immigration officer yelled at me to move so he could handcuff my uncle. The last memory I have of my uncle, on that early morning, is of his tearful gaze as he looked back at me as an ICE agent pushed him into a van. That night, I cried myself to sleep, trying to comprehend that my

Accomplishments: I have been a member of seven different clubs during my time at CHS, and I am currently involved in three, (Chelan Project, Interact, FBLA). I am also a member of the National Honor Society, and I am the ASB executive secretary. I have a total of __ community service hours from a variety of events. I also give up my last class of the day and most Sunday mornings to do an unpaid internship with my church. Serving and giving back to the community is one of my biggest passions, and I do this any way that I can. Attached is the list of events and hours that make up my community service portfolio. As far as sports go, I have participated in cross country, basketball, and track. I've lettered every year of high school track, and I went to state for the 4x2 relay my freshman year.

Janelly Jimenez LSAC #L33002690 Narration (Description of what is being seen and experienced) Unable to open my eyes, waking up trying to identify where I was, pedestrians stared, pointed and yelled “Oh! My god. Call 911”. Cars drove by. The sirens were heard but not spotted. What Happened? Where was I? I wept as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end. And in a way, it had. On the night of April 7,1997 my thin body flew from the backseat passenger side of a Nissan Sentra crashing through the front passenger window onto the roadway of Old Town, Staten Island.

My whole family enter the United States by my grandfather, he served as a military man in haiti, and enter her by a boat and year later when he became a resident brought all of us, my goal is to be successfully and make my parents and grandfather proud.

Hi Mrs. Adams My name is Keegan Burkart, I'm 16,and I'm a sophomore at Middle Creek High School. I'm curious to see if there are any open positions for after school counselors at Middle Creek Elementary. Any information would be greatly appreciated.

My family has always been very close; we did almost everything together, from the moment the school bell rang in the afternoon until we went our different ways in the morning. Growing up with a strong family for support instilled in me the confidence to be an outgoing person and express my opinion in school, despite the fact that I was always one of the youngest and smallest kids in my grade. I went to public school up until high school, when I decided to follow my sister to Nazareth Academy. During the first year of high school I wasn’t very involved in my parish, but I was very involved at school. I played soccer and volleyball and was a member of several clubs.

Ever since preschool I knew there was something different about me, more specifically my immediate family. I noticed whenever I had a playdate with a friend, there was an older boy as well as older and younger kids in addition to my friend’s mom and her. I later learned those people were her dad and siblings; I had neither.