Example Of Narrative Essay Ap Psychology

I almost never make promises, I’m always afraid I might break them. However, I’ve made one promise I will forever keep, always try my absolute best.

I’m Afghan, and me and my siblings are first generation born in America. I do not pass as white, and neither do any of my family members. We have dark hair, olive toned skin, and are all very hairy. Every single one of us. Knowing I look different than my peers has contributed to a feeling of otherness whenever I’m around my friends who do look traditionally white. It’s an uneasy feeling that is hard to push away and always lingers. However, I haven't always felt like this. When I was in kindergarden I was a big fan of skirts. I wore them all the time. One time, i was sitting down when we had some free time and I remember looking at my bare legs. At the time, It took me a moment to realize my legs looked very different from the

Story telling is a uniquely human attribute. It is an imaginative process between the composer and responder that invites us, as the audience to engage vicariously with the experience of others. Stories or narratives have been shared in all culture as a mean of education, entertainment and also to notify the audience of the values and belief systems of our culture. The texts of ‘Through the tunnel’ and ‘Green tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe’ conspicuously highlight the ability of storytelling to empower the individual and outline storytelling as a device to inform us of values and people’s transmission is able to transcend time.

My favorite games were always the ones that came down to the last possession with only 5 seconds left. When the ticking of the clock became my own heartbeat, and I could hear each individual squeak of sneakers on the court, I waited for the ball to come sailing through the air as the accompanying adrenaline surged through my veins. This high seemed to go on forever, yet in reality it was only a mere second. Now with this jolt of energy I was ready. I received the ball, and, with a quick pump fake and cross over dribble I would be around the opponents’ point guard. I would come to a jump stop and shoot! Time stopped as the buzzer went off and I waited to see if the ball would drop into the basket, it made its usual arching course to the basket, flipping over itself again and again.  But this time I was on the ground writhing in pain.  It was a moment.

Growing up in a small townhouse, I would see my father only once a week on Sundays because he was working long hours the rest of the week. When meeting him, I would become very emotional because I knew that the reason I could not see him other days of the week was because he was working. My father’s hard work and perseverance gave me the drive to become someone that he would be proud of. My goal is to become someone that he can say to himself it was worth the long and strenuous hours spent at work.

I am extremely interested in the behavior specialist position proposed at Fontana Unified School District. I have substantial background knowledge pertaining to the field of special education, more specifically the mild, moderate, and severe student populations. I am currently carrying out my eleventh year of employment at San Bernardino City Unified School District, as a moderate to severe education specialist. My experience as a special education teacher has generated opportunities for professional growth and development, as I am able to effectively educate and manage youth with moderate to severe disabilities. I have acquired over a decade of significant knowledge regarding behavior interventions, special education law, and effective

Going to high school was somewhat of a culture shock. New people, styles, cliques, and even some new language. I went from having a well established reputation at Forest Park Middle School to being a nobody at the high school. I didn't play sports, I wasn’t in band, I didn’t act in plays, I didn’t belong anywhere. I decided to roll with the same group of six people for the entire year. Life was dull.

"So what have you been up too." he asks, sneaking a glance in my direction "I haven't seen you since before break."

She died a month ago. Her civilian death was announced in class a few days later. But people pieced together that they were the same girl. His classmates mourned her death.

A single bead of sweat rolled down one of my opponents faces to my left, the fluorescent white light dangling above us illuminating it like a spotlight. He was nervous. There were a few moments of silence as he shuffled on his stool uncomfortably, deciding what was the best course of action. I saw his eyes flicker over to the pot, eyeing up the cash in the middle of the yellowing pool table. I could see his nose crumble weighing up his options or maybe that was just the smell of stale beer and cigarettes. I saw him imagine all of the things he could do with the money. It was a lot to win but also a lot to lose. Could he afford to give away all of his savings? How would that conversation with his wife go? A sharp crack cut the silence, his

The air in Florida was humid, but nice. It had rained just minutes ago, giving the feeling of cool freshness. None of the rides had been shut down, it hadn’t rained hard enough for that yet. The singles rider’s line was moving quicker than the group line. Thankfully, my dad, Kim and I didn’t mind riding with strangers. We just wanted the thrill of Disney World's Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster again.

As times goes on you, realize life isn’t all it seems to be. You learn life lessons and certain life events teach you things that can lead to you improving yourself as a person. As you realize most things in life are provided to you, you never truly realize how much everything can mean. As teenagers most of us are immature and do not realize how easy it is for us to lose everything we have. As we could lose everything and anything in a matter of seconds if we are not careful.

We were going to fluid and it takes 24 hours .And it was a boring car ride and we got up at 7:00 and eat bestfist and it was good than we came back at 12:00. And went into the lake and it felt good. Than we went to pool and it felt good to. And were there for 2 than we leve.

“STAND BY!” I yell the first words of the morning as the lights flick on and bodies fly out of bed. It’s 0630 in the North West side, upstairs barracks of building 835 at Camp San Luis Obispo, and I’m waking up 14 of the best people I’ll ever meet. There’s frantic shuffling, and immediate silence after everyone’s out of bed, feet flush with the corner of the bedpost staring straight ahead, not moving an inch. “You’ve got 5 minutes to get ready for PT. MOVE!” The stillness is broken and the chaos continues as everyone rushes to grab their toiletries.

It is Saturday, September 17, 2011 at 1:00 am. I am watching a movie in the basement with Matt. My sister is fast asleep in her bed. My mom is looking over her mother, sleeping by her side. My dad is watching another show on The History Channel. The phone rings. My heart stops. Who could be calling at this time of night? What is wrong? Are Grandpap and Meemaw okay? Should I get the phone? Do I want to know? Moments later my father answers the phone. I wonder who called. I need to find out. I hesitantly go up the creaking staircase trying to reassure myself that my worst nightmare is not coming true. I must be overreacting. Obviously everyone is fine. There is nothing to worry about. As I reach the top of the steps, I take