Example Of A Personal Narrative Part 1

Nastaran Mohammadi Art 389.01 Dr. Antonia Stamos Fall 2017 Chichén Itzá and Tula The Postclassic period of Mexico is caring different great civilization that happened in different time, different practises but they had many similarities. The Postclassic civilization are the Mayan and the Toltec.

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

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.

I am looking for a position that is well suited to my academic degree and career goal. My current position has no room for advancement. Therefore, I prefer a position that has room for advancement. In the next 3-5 years I should have gained sufficient skills and knowledge in conducting research.

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

    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

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.

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.

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

Every individual is brought fourth into this diverse world, declaring this place as his or her home. Each individual, however, inherits from this world his or her own personal being, upon which their experiences, families, beliefs and passions are collected and shaped into this unique individual. We are constantly exposed to our surroundings, which are composed of various elements that influence our actions and motives. Through the presence of my parents, I was able to inherit more that just the common traits, but rather a passion for being active and constantly engaged in physical activity. My dad, a former collegiate wrestler, has always posed as an exceptional example of what it represents to be an athlete. I would listen and observe as he recounts his wrestling career and how he utilizes his successes to prompt himself to exercise & maintain superb health. I was captivated by his well-being and strength in addition to his joy that he received through partaking in exercise.

All throughout my life, my mother has been my guide, my mentor, and my best friend. During my freshman year at Montgomery Blair High School I had decided to try for the girls’ varsity Lacrosse team. When I shared the news, my friends flooded me with questions as to why I wanted to try out for the supposedly “white” sport, and my parents simply did not understand what the game was. The phrase “white” sport was not unjustified as there were only two black girls on the team. Playing lacrosse became the first step to my isolation from my team, my friends, and my family. Finding equilibrium between school and lacrosse became challenging and quitting seemed like the easy way out. Seeing that I was overwhelmed with the draining practices and my school

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,

My personal Narrative is about my brother having a seizure and almost died. So May 2, 2014 me and my siblings went to my mom's house for the day (before she moved) we wanted to watch a movie so we watched Frozen so that's what we did and it also was a really hot day but my brother thinks it is the opposite so he wore a jacket and long pants, so a little bit before the movie ended my brother Isaac fell asleep on this bed my mom has. About 20 minutes later my mom told me and my sisters that these people were going to fix the dryer so we had to move the bed isaac was on to my mom's room but then as soon as we started to move the bed my brother was having a seizure so we put the bed down and my mom put him on his side and put a wet washcloth on

Knowing you have a mate gives you a strange type of high. You know you'll never be able to hold him, or love him or even admire him from afar without getting slander from the whole pack and yet, you still somehow find yourself hoping that maybe this is the moment when you finally break out of the prison of an isolated life.