Example Of Personal Narrative Essay

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

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

Confronting academic subjects while attending multiple years of cross country, soccer, and track was the most significant challenge. Dealing with school projects after a physical workout was excruciating, but the idea of coming towards high school was to become the fastest runner at the field and track. I achieved my goal, impressing my coaches with speed and school records, and earned my varsity position in cross country. Looking at my older brothers in college, I realized that pushing myself academically could lead to the opportunity of studying at a prestigious university for my chosen field, so I spent all of my time focusing vastly on my courses inspired by my brothers that are already studying in the University of California systems.

Four years ago, I was eagerly listening to Alex McDaniel, an award-winning journalist share her personal insight into the profession at the University of Mississippi when it finally dawned on me: journalism is my calling. Later, I was watching Spotlight, a movie about the efforts of the Boston Globe in the early 2000's to showcase the Church’s acknowledgment and blunt protection of the abuse of children by local priests, when I truly understood the importance of journalism. To this day, Spotlight remains a reminder to always print the un-biased truth for the people, no matter the risks. I believe I deserve to be selected for one of the Education Foundation of Greenville’s scholarships because as a hard-working student I commit myself to effectively take advantage of the opportunity that the scholarships will provide me. Besides, I am a student that does not only persistently works hard academically, but

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

It is very hard to fit in when the odds are against you. I came to the United States from the land of wood and water, beautiful beaches, the world’s best jerk chicken and some of the friendliest people in the word; that are known for our warm smiles and welcoming personalities. If you have not already guessed this place by now, then please allow me to take you out of your misery. I am a proud black Jamaican single mother, who came here in search of a better future for myself and my daughter. I was blinded by the many advertisements that showcase the land of opportunities: filled with vigor and enthusiasm. I was ready to take on the world and leave my mark, but I was quickly stuffed into a small corner designed for people of color.

For years I had been hiking the same dull, barren trail. There was nothing to see besides the empty, looming trees on either side of the path and nothing to hear besides the constant crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Day after day, I marched aimlessly; however, I soon stumbled upon a divergent road. The contrast was astonishing. Where my current pathway was monotonous, the other was alive. Its trees were blazing with vibrant auburns and golds, and some of their leaves danced in the wind. Patches of daisies and dandelions peaked out from underneath piles of fallen leaves. I was entranced by the warm kiss of the sun, the rich smell of flowers, and the chatter of woodland creatures. It held a secret: the wondrous beauty of life. Although I was not sure what this trail would hold for me later on, I was eager to embark on this new journey.

This summer I had very little time to enjoy myself. I had a back injury for 2 months of the summer and was not able to have a fun summer. I will tell you what else I did in the next paragraph.

To begin, I was born on Christmas in the year of 1998. I am the eldest of 4 children and was named after my father. I was raised by mother and father up until I was ten when they had went to Mexico, and since then, I was raised by my grandparents and continue to do so. I began my education in Gauer elementary but for my very first two years, I had changed schools around 4 times because we had moved very often. Eventually, I came back to Gauer indefinitely in the second half of my second grade year. When I began my third year, I was placed in the G.A.T.E. program, Gifted and Talented Education, because I had taken the placement test and showed signs of significance. From my 3rd year onward, until my 6th year, I had stayed enrolled in the program.

Ever since preschool I knew there was something different about me, more specifically my immediate family. I noticed whenever I had a playdate with a friend, there was an older boy as well as older and younger kids in addition to my friend’s mom and her. I later learned those people were her dad and siblings; I had neither.

As you will see from the enclosed resume, I have been consistently dedicated and demonstrates great leadership skills. Some of the nursing skills that I perform daily consist of iv insertion, blood administration, bladder irrigation, lab collection and professional documentation. My commitment to personal and professional excellence, ability to work under pressure and my excellent oral communication skills allows me to be a valuable asset in a patient-centered environment.

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.