Example Of Personal Narrative Essay

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.

Due to my environment, as an adolescent I longed for acceptance in a society where I didn’t feel free. I used my mental capacity to place me in

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.

After a competitive brawl of a game with grass stains on my knees, jersey, and socks; with sweat drenching my hair and clothes, as if I just took a shower, I began to walk over to a table set up amongst the fans. They wait anxiously for my team to walk over after our big win. Each one of my teammates including myself are set at a table close to the bleachers, which set adjacent from the players bench across the pitch. I set down by my new set of teammates, as we got ready to sign posters for children with aspirations to play at collegiate level soccer one day, for parents and grand parents who couldn?t be more honored to be witnessing their little girls hard work finally paying off. It was recent that I experienced this

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.

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

In my undergraduate career, I have been a declared double major in History and a Secondary Education licensure program, in addition to a Political Science minor. I have completed my history degree and am preparing for my professional semester to complete my licensure program. I have come to the realization that while I thoroughly love history and education, I do not want to be a teacher. These passions have not been diminished, however; I want to take my passions and channel them into helping a larger audience of people. I want to work in a public library.

The day was Thursday, June 6, 2013. I remember it like it was yesterday. A humid night at Fort Riley, Kansas. My husband, Robert, had been deployed to Afghanistan for the past seven months. I was anxiously awaiting his return. We had previously been through the experience of a deployment when he deployed to Iraq three years earlier, however, experience can't prepare you for this moment. My three children and I had been waiting for hours. It was ten o'clock in the evening but we were awake as though we had drunk a case of Red Bulls. We were standing in a huge, empty building with all of the other families waiting for their Soldier to arrive. My stomach felt as though it was in a million knots. I couldn't believe after all of this time he would finally be back!

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.

Summative Essay I came to Antioch with the very specific desire to study Psychology and become a therapist. However during my studies at Antioch, I stood at an educational crossroad. In exploring the variety of offerings at Antioch, something happened that I could not have predicted. I had a spiritual epiphany that vastly shifted my personal paradigm.

Children have a tendency to bring out the very best in people. I can say I have been fortunate to have four little blessings of my own. I consider each of them as a blessing and each day I am reminded of how much they mean to me. My children have brought out the best in me--parts that I never knew existed. As children grow, so do parents. I have evolved into a better person with the courage to overcome all obstacles because of the love that I have for my children.

When sixth grade began, I became very depressed. I knew I was different, but I still tried my best to form new friendships. Inside, I knew I did not fit in for other reasons, but I tried to

The long buildup to one of my happiest experiences began many years ago, when I first started school. This experience isn’t just one single event that occurred in the span of a day, but a transition that took place over a few months. Even on my very first day of kindergarten, it was already clear to me that going to school wasn’t going to be something that I enjoyed. I was very shy and withdrawn, and the other kids weren’t at all interested in being friends with me. The kids in my class didn’t see my quiet nature as shyness, but rather as something that made me strange. I was often picked on and felt excluded. Even though I always had a close friend through all thirteen years of school, I always felt as though I wasn’t fitting in like I should have been.