Example Of Personal Narrative

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

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.

On 08-26-2017 at 1908 hours I was dispatched to 1029 South 11th Street in reference to a suicidal subject.

I always read about people going through things like this in books and movies but I never thought that I would be a victim in the twisted novel called my life. In 2013 I went on a field trip with some of my 6th grade classmates and teachers.We were on our way to West Virginia. I was kind of scared but at the same time I was happy because I was taking a break from doing school work.

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

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

As I walked through the intensive care unit with my dad to visit my mom, who was recovering from a myomectomy, a feeling of unease entered my heart. As we entered her recovery room, tears began to fill my eyes when I saw her bedridden state. This was by far the most traumatic experience of my life, yet it gave me a new passion, because this was moment I realized that I had an inner calling to heal. The next few months were solely dedicated to assisting my mother in her recovery. In caring for her I learned the significance of sacrificing self-interest.

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.

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

I am the youngest in my family and my brothers are all much older than me. When I was born Mathew was 20, Nathan was 19, Lachlan was 16 and Cameron was five. Mathew, Nathan and Lachlan are my half-brothers so they never lived with me, they live with their mum in Adelaide, so I grew up with Cameron. Since my brothers are so much older I became an Aunty at a very young age.

I vividly remember in the 9th grade when I was wrestling a kid from holt. When I woke up in the morning, it was just a normal until that night. That morning I could smell the fresh cut grass and the wet dew grass. My brother drove me to school this day, but we weren’t getting along that morning. Cody my brother face was so red I thought steam was going to come out of his head. When I got to the Ninth Grade Center I could see all my friends sitting at the tables that are all over the commons.

“Would you rather surf in Punta Cana or hike the Appalachian Trail?”, the anesthesiologist asked. To humor him, I replied “Hmm, I would probab—”.

As a little girl I remember the excitement I felt going into first grade; this was going to be the year we would get homework, learn cursive, and get book reports assigned. Through the years I have noticed many people lack this yearning to learn and attend school- I found this disinterest astonishing, it was saddening to think that others weren’t excited to further their education. Though I never thought I would feel this way, when I was sixteen, my great- grandmother passed away; I found myself in this position of struggle. A loving and mother-like figure in my life disappeared from my life, This led to a series of altering events that in the end made me despondent. I felt alone. At this time of my life I experienced what it is like to not

one nice peaceful morning in canada one man was sit in front of a memorial and not many seconds later bang bang a gun goes of one one after another. I was still unaware he had not made it to the building. I was watching over making sure that that building was safe not going to be safe and not being attacked. then I hear my walkie talkie go of and is said terrorist is in a stolen car. on his way then we take cover he came in and fired gunshots. fired it was a scary incident I did not know what what was gonna happen next. so I stopped and thought to myself what i was gonna do next so I bolted down the hallway. and tried to find cover so I stopped