Example Of A Personal Narrative Research Paper

I have always been close to my family of five. My family is what made me strive for greatness and what made life joyful. I felt like everything was perfect and that I was on top of the world. However, this all changed when I entered an unfamiliar apartment that had all my belongings. I was only eleven when my parents split up, and the age where I had to grow up fast. My parent’s separation is something that holds me back till this day. For two years, I felt like I was on my own because my parents were never home. It seemed like my sisters and I were the ones being punished. There were countless nights where my sisters and I cried because of this sense of emptiness. My parents did not think we had to depend on them anymore, but they did not

I have encountered many of my peers taking drugs, listened to songs about drugs and even seen drugs romanticized on social media. Like most teenagers, I lived in a world surrounded by drugs, but I had never had an experience with them. I came from a “picture-perfect” family and prior to my freshman year of high school, I was somewhat narcissistic, believing that I was too good to even be associated with drugs.

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

Due to the nature of these low wage jobs, the majority of my childhood my family was very economically unstable. During this time I became accustomed to changing houses every other year (albeit progressively improving), from sharing a one bedroom apartment with another family during my infancy, to more appropriate living conditions (e.g. a larger apartment or rented house) during my pre-adolescence. Since I usually would not spend as much time with my parents because they would be working, I loved socializing and being with my friends, and developed an outgoing personality. Although my parents were not able to offer me the same commodities my friends could afford, they ensured me my education would be a priority. Subsequently, I applied for financial aid at Atlanta International School (AIS) my second grade year and was given a great academic opportunity.

I am currently enrolled in the Masters of Science Program in Technology at Eastern Illinois University. This is to fulfil my dream of becoming an expert and a professional in Information Technology related field, and later enroll for my PhD. My career focus is to work as a network administrator, chief security officer, an IT project manager or a network and security consultant. All of these job positions have very good prospects, high paying salary scale, and are in high demand for personnel in this field. On the average, the annual average salary for these positions ranges from $100,000 to $178,002.

Let me introduce myself, I was born here in Utah but spent most of my life outside of the state. My early memories of living in Utah were good. I remember having birthday parties with my cousins and my extended family would all be there, we went to family events on holidays and felt close with my family. My family moved to North Dakota just after kindergarten, that being the place my dad decided to attend law school.

When I was eight, my family took a trip to Africa. Our first day there, in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Ghana, I threw up. A month later I was enrolled in a high school on Ukerewe Island in Tanzania. Sophomore year is the first year that is taught completely in English, so my sister and I went to class. Every morning our family walked two miles, picked up bananas on the way, pet the cow we named Jim, and got to class in time for the worst part of school. We sat in the back of the classroom while each student waited in line to be told of their mistakes, and then beat with a stick. We didn’t have to participate because our parents were volunteering at the school. At tea time, the replacement for lunch, we grabbed tea and found a place to sit. I made the mistake of choosing a large pile of dirt, which was

My experience with literature begin in kindergarten when reading the Magic Treehouse books. These books were the first in my life that I would actually read willingly cover to cover. Before I would begin to read a book just to quit after I deemed it boring or dull, but these books were different I actually liked them. This would continue until the 3rd grade where I would read different books like don’t you know there’s a war going on, it was a World War II book that was centered on an elementary kid like myself. After that, I read historical fiction consistently mainly involving wars Civil War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, etc. I also felt like if I had to read for an any assignment it was forced and I would skim or do little actually

I remember the fall of 2007. On that specific autumn morning it was “take your child to work” day at my dad’s workplace in a retirement home. My father walked my younger sister and me around the gargantuan, sterile white building, introducing us to the elderly residents and workers, holding our hands as we shyly waved with a meek “Hi,”. I distinctly remember meeting one lady that stood out among the others: one of the laundry maids, Caroline. Caroline was, in a word, great. In several words, she was about 21, excited, sweet, and hilarious. Moreover, she spoke with a foreign and strange new accent that very appealing to my eight year old ears. On our way home, I specifically remember mentioning to my dad that she was easily my favorite of all the people I met. Several months later, she and my father were married.

I love summer time, especially around my birthday, which was on the fourth of July. I always had great weather and fireworks on my special day. When I was little, I believed my father got me fireworks for my birthday. My appreciation and love for my dad was such, I always wanted to make him proud.

Well where do I begin I’m a kid from a small but growing town in northern California called Salinas. Something that sets me apart from other candidates is that I never really expected to go to college until I came into my freshman year of highschool. I've seen my family struggle because they came from Mexico and barely had any type of education. I'm first to admit that my freshman and sophomore years I failed some classes putting me behind on credits. Looking at myself in the mirror one day I told myself “ What are you doing I thought you wanted to go to college and make grandma and grandpa proud”. The very next day I went to my counselor and signed up for every possible way to recover my credits. When summer came I sat by myself and I worked

Finally, turning eighteen years old, I am finally legal, well finally legal to get into clubs. Partying every Thursday at Nicholls was the trend. Getting a taste of freedom, not having to worry about anything or anyone was an awesome feeling. I lived life and always was the life of the party. When I moved backed to New Orleans nothing changed, except the day I went out. Every Sunday was the day to go out and have fun at the House of Blues. Leaving the club till about three in the morning; trying to sneak back in the house before my parents awake. Those were the day, my irresponsible days of “living my life”. Everything changed once I became pregnant at age twenty.

Summer of 2006, 8 year old me was packing for an adventurous trip far from the states which was Europe my mom, my little brother, and myself were excited to visit our family in Croatia. Early one morning in the summer of finishing packing my luggage and my carryon packing a my favorite sweater it was pink my favorite color it's a really soft and cozy sweater . I also brung my favorite doll I got it from aunt for my 7th birthday my doll was a fairy with yarn orange hair, a wand in her hand, she wore a tutu. before we left to go on the train to travel to the Chicago airport we stopped by Dunkin Donut’s the warm sweet smells of donuts with boston cream fillings, the chocolate donut holes with glaze covering around it once you bite into that donut

Exercise 1 (Part 1 ) really grabbed my attention. The scene involves my character hearing a sound of an intruder breaking in and my character plays the intruder.

My dad always says, “bravery is being afraid and doing it anyway.” Until the age of 15, I had never stepped into a school, until one day, I gathered my courage and began my academic journey. I was homeschooled for most of my young life. While I studied the standard subjects, I was able to learn in an environment completely free and focused on me. It was an amazing and unique way to grow up, but it was also a bubble. I was unaware of much of the world around me, and as someone who was, at the time, quite shy, never really explored. I spent the first semester of highschool in an online program, but I did not like it and decided to transfer. I knew nothing about public school, and starting a new school half way through the year was a huge risk. I knew it was going to be difficult and scary, but I also knew it would help me grow as a person.