Example Of Personal Narrative In High School

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

A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.

On 18Oct16 at 1111 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 19609 Hwy 226 for a disturbance.

Well I grew up in a Catholic family with a grandmother who was very spiritual, and even had her own room with hundreds of saints, and she would pray to them for different requests. I never really understood church or many of the Bible stories. The church services were so discipline to me, and felt like a punishment because of the standing and kneeling all through out the service. I moved away with my mother and siblings and we ended up staying at this homeless shelter that was ran by a non denominational church, so part of our agreement to stay was to attend this church. I found this church to be open to anyone and everyone, and during our time their I got baptized. I enjoyed this church. From that time I never really considered myself Catholic, because I could never

As the school years passed by, I kept doubting my religion because I felt different than the other people around me. Second grade to Fourth grade was a blur. I was affected by comments here and there, but nothing too exclusive. I started growing use to it. Until Fifth grade happened. I began wearing the hijab at the end of November of the school year. The first day I wore it, my teacher, Mrs. Casey, decided to ask me in an unprofessional matter, “Why have you decided to wear THAT on your head”. I could feel the eyes of everyone in class staring back at me, like daggers. My reply began with “Cause my cousin began wearing the scarf”. Yeah, I should have told you guys that that’s the reason behind me starting to wear the hijab. There was no reply

Michael O’Conner and this inspiration inspired me to eventually discern a vocation to the priesthood. I continued to show my faith in my Daily life though Scouting as well as by serving my parish as an Altar Server and after my Confirmation I continued to serve my parish as a Catechist for our Faith Formation program. While I was teaching Faith Formation I also began helping my parish as a Eucharistic Minister/Sacristan. During my time at The University of Scranton I’ve become very involved in Campus Ministries and have gone on 7 Retreats leading 2 of them. 1 of the 2 retreats was in coordination with our RCIA program. I currently try to attend Mass every day except Saturday. I also am a member of a small self-formed group of Students that prays Night Prayer together Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Unfoutunutly, due to my class schedule and homework, with the exception of Mass and Compline my Prayer life is not the best, so this is a work in progress and something I am trying to work on. The people who have shaped my faith life the most have been my pastors: Fr. Michael O’Conner who inspired me to discern a vocation to the priesthood, Fr. Pat Papalia who taught me so much about the Catholic faith, Fr. David Stachurski OFM Conv. who changed our Faith Formation program giving me an opportunity to act as a Catechist, and now Fr. JC Garrett who has been working on getting the Eucharistic Ministers more involved as

It all started on the third day of sixth grade, I was assigned a new seat next to the new girl, her name was Izzy. We were both really quiet and shy so we didn’t talk to each other. The only time we ever talked was to ask for a pencil, piece of paper, or for partner work. We noticed that we have the exact same schedule except for one class. We started talking more and we started to invite each other to sit by each other at lunch. After the first part of school, we started to be good friends, but we didn’t talk or hang out that much outside of school except for on text meassage.

Post confirmation class sent a huge opportunity my way. It has positively impacted my life in several ways. After I received the act of confirmation at the age of 16 I was propounded an opportunity to teach I was ecstatic and accepted this position with alacrity. I have been teaching for 2 hours every Sunday. Personally, I help out first period when they are being taught about Catholicism and during the second hour I teach the Vietnamese language. My students have influenced me to make a difference and inspired me to be a better person and help others to do the same. I have assisted them in working diligently to accomplish their goals and to never give up and my students have done the same for me. Teaching these kids have taught me how to be

I grew up Catholic. My church was very traditional and it was a place of worship. Jesus is still a part of my life. I was baptized, confirmed, and assisted in the music ministry. However, I wasn’t a very good catholic. I do not pay attention in church. Whenever the priest begins his sermon, my mind jumps into another place and time. I half hear what is said and everything is routine. However, the true catholic church like the one in St. John Cantius in Chicago and it was an entire different experience for me. Latin mass was daily and the Cantique de Jean Racine echoes in the chapel as many servers come weaving in and out among the mass. Hundreds of people come to see the mass with the best clothes. It brings my childhood memories of my old church to shame.

This year so far has been kind of rocky but quite good. I only have 3 high schools classes this semester & no high school classes. I already the rules & expectations from last & this year. Not being a freshman anymore is good. To get rid of all the jokes. Now it feels kind of chill, because we have 2 more years left. It’s going to go by fast.

My first two years in undergrad, I was a Broadcast Journalism student. Becoming an attorney was not y initial goal when I enrolled. I thought that I would make a promising career as a journalist. But as any other college student, I soon found out that I was too opinionated to have a career as a bias story teller. I became so uninterested in the field that I began to lack effort and just doing all that I could to pass. By my junior career, I was a C average student.

I was born on a very cold winter night in the month of February. I was born into a middle-class family but we lived in a very rough neighborhood in the inner city. I was a very smart child who enjoyed playing sports and participating in various activities at school. Growing up I had a passion for helping others and being a protector for my family even though I was the youngest out of five grandsons. When I was at school in the month of September I remember my teacher cutting on the television and seeing two planes blast through the World Trade Center. I thought it was something out of a movie I was very young when it happened so I didn’t know what was going on. I saw footage of people jumping from the buildings, running through the street trying

We were all protected from the persecution outside. The main goal of MEJ is to help you discover yourself and your individuality and to help you build a personal relationship with God. On fourth grade, I remember I discovered how God is my friend in this life. I started building a very strong and close friendship with God. By sixth grade, I understood the meaning of God the father. I learned more about the church itself and the catechism in the Catholic Church. Summary of the ninth grade, they send me to the formation to become a leader. They taught us how to work with all different kind of people so each can grow in their own personality. We took classes about working with children and the different psychological minds. We learned how to be more creative and open and how to prepare games, prayers, and serious time etc…

For as long as I can remember, my parents, brother, and I woke up extremely early every Sunday morning to attend the 8am mass at Saint Francis Parish. During my formative years, I was diligent about going to church, but it was not just my parents ‘forcing’ me to regularly attend. I enjoyed going and looked forward to the experience each week. Until I made my confirmation during my sophomore year in high school, my brother and I were active in the youth ministry, attending weekly meetings for the teens who attended our church. However, things started to change from that point on, especially once I reached college.

My family is a part of the LDS faith, so that is the church I have always attended. As a young child, I attended purely because it was the expectation, but as I aged circumstances changed. Seventh grade was the year I went through a stage in which I did not want to attend anymore. I wanted to make my own way and my own decisions. I still attended church every week, but I really was not allowing myself to listen. At this point in my life things were insanely difficult and created tension among my family. Rebelling is what I was doing and they were not going to have it. At this moment I went on my own journey. I dove into our religion and started asking questions with the intent to understand, not to defy. Through this learning process I gained an understanding of why the guidelines were in place. This new gained understanding helped me better comprehend why my parents were so concerned with the path I was going down. I now know this religion is for me, but I am still a work in progress.