The summer after my freshman year in Vietnam, I confronted the biggest challenge I ever imagined – leaving my home to study in the foreign American world. I trembled at the reckless idea, and how I had to relinquish everything I held dear – my friends, whom I cherished as my family, my culture, and my very identity – for an uncertain possibility to further my chances at success in life. Integrating myself into the new environment was immensely difficult. I knew English, but could not truly grasp the nuances. Away from family, I felt lonely and helpless, even among the family acquaintances who kindly offered me a home here in the U.S. The new school system felt foreign and unfamiliar. Students moved from class to class every period, making it
When in the course of college academics it becomes necessary to type personal narratives, without so much as a hint of a topic, it can drive a student to some rather interesting conclusions. Some of these conclusions may be as simple as “Hmm, what should I write about?” Or perhaps more complicated and “Great, it’s 2:00 A.M. the day the paper is due and I have nothing typed.” No matter the situation the creative thinking process can be greatly limited, thus I present to you the narrative of me typing my personal narrative essay.
Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.
I am writing a personal narrative essay. In this essay I will talk about how my family has been such a motivator for me to want to go to college. My family and I have went through some hardships so I’m going to college to help them out. I’ll also discuss my roles in my important spaces like me being a captain on the basketball team, being a peer mentor for my high school, and many other roles I play. I will touch on the topic of how my hometown has had such an impact on me.
Everyone holds a unique and distinctive story that describes an individual. My story started on December 20, 1995, the day I was born. I am known as Javier Alexander Bonilla Jr, named after my father. At first glance at me there is not much to think of, merely a young lad trying to obtain an Associate of Arts Degree in Accouning. However, I am an optimistic and open minded individual who thrives for success. Currently I work for the City of Hialeah as an Assistant to the Operator Concession. Though I love my job due to the fact everyone is so nice and allows me to study while being on duty, but I am always in a search for a better position within the City. Due to all the working and studying, my spare time is devoted to hanging out with friends or playing basketball.
Hi I’m Paige and if you had told me last year I’d be in Office Administration I would’ve said, “no way, not even close”. That’s one of those jobs requiring you to be cool calm and collected. The atmospheres are peaceful and then people work constantly. It’s the opposite of my desired profession and personality. I’m the opposite of my career, or well it was until I met my instructor, Miss Young. She changed my mind about how I perceived the trade and what I could do with the skills once I completed. Was very instrumental in helping me obtain the necessary skills to make the most money in the field of Office work. I managed to get my typing up to the speed of over 60 words per minute. I learned all the processes of Windows Operating Systems, I even got a glimpse of Windows 10. Using
I found out I had cancer about two weeks after I started my senior year of high school. At the time, I was enrolled in 5 Advanced Placement classes. I decided to drop AP Art because enrolling in a normal art class provided me with a much needed break during my otherwise academically rigorous day. Further, my school offered service learning, which allows seniors to enroll as a teacher’s assistant for credit. My counselor enrolled me as her assistant instead of my current elective, so I would have a down period to do homework in middle of the day. I asked each teacher for a list of assignments to complete and then took three weeks off in October to recover from surgery.
I was in 8th grade, but I walked out that high school gym with my shoulders back and head high like I was the big man on campus. My confidence went through the roof. In one day I had gone from extreme anger with my parents. Then I experienced terror as my parents drove me to the high school. Surprisingly this turned around to confidence and pure excitement for the years to come.
My family has faced multiple financial hardships. Years ago, I fell twenty-five feet off an inflatable rock climbing wall and injured my back. Today, I still experience constant back pain, but have learned to manage my disability. My injury has cost my family thousands of dollars, to transport me to doctors and physical therapy appointments. Since before I was born, my mother has been disabled and unable to work. My family has relied on my father’s minimal salary as a casino security officer and part-time Walmart employee. Unfortunately, my father will retire soon and provide limited financial support for college. Also, I have a twin brother, who will be journeying to college, as well next year. Thus, any financial support, my family is able to offer will be divided between my twin brother and me.
If you were in the store and you see some old lady gets her money taken.The boy starts running away would you speak up or stay silence? Well let me tell you the whole story. I woke up and turned on the news that there have been a lot more crimes in maryland the past few weeks I could not find any nice clothes to wear. I had to go to the store to find new clothes. So i called up Ethan to say I would be a little late because I had to find new clothes.Ethan said its ok because I need some to. I was driving with Ethan And we were talking about the cake,location, and decoration. We were hungry so we went to ihop. I had the original short stack buttermilk pancakes. Ethan got the Strawberry Banana Pancakes. We left ihop got in my car and went on
The day I separated from my mother to live with my father in the United States marked the beginning of a downward spiral in my life, or so I thought. Coming from Vietnam at the age of seven, I experienced a cultural shock. For starters, I did not speak English, which made interacting with other children my age a difficult task. But to my advantage, speaking and knowing Vietnamese is an asset I have come to eventually appreciate. However, life at home and my relationship with my father or lack of one was hard for me to understand at such a young age as I was only reunited with him a week before I left Vietnam. I began to shield myself from this foreign world around me and found solace in our backyard swimming pool. I thought of my mother constantly. I always knew she was sick, but I never realized of what extent her illness had consumed her health.
War. It is what destroyed earth as we knew it. Mostly everyone in the USA was told to go to war against Canada in 2186. Children were left as orphans. I was one of those children. I never knew my parents. Never will know who they were.
I’ve always dreamt of hiking a mountain in my lifetime, traveling to California constantly, and to eventually live there someday. My cousin, Kristen Burns, had been dating her boyfriend, Nate Colbert, for two years. On their regular morning hike at seven in the morning, in the mountains of Simi Valley, California, they decided to take a different trail on Mount McCoy. At the top of the trail, Nate got down on one knee and proposed to my cousin Kristen. Soon, I got a call from her. She told me the good news and caught my attention by surprise. She had asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding because of how close we have been my entire life, considering she is eleven years older than I. Her wedding was the following October, in 2016, but she had asked me to fly out in January to help her find the dress of her dreams.
When asked to write a personal essay I pondered the many things that I could write about and nothing seemed quite right but one of the events that I truly believe changed my life. That is why I chose to write about basic and what I have learned from being in the army. Everyone has their own stories so no one will have a story that is similar to mine because everyone's life is different. That’s what makes mine stand out, I can guarantee that my reader will be able to experience something that they themselves have not even if they have been to basic themselves. My hook in the beginning is actually how I wanted my whole essay to be, but the more that I wrote the more my essay changed to a more inner thought sort of essay. This change hurt me later on though when I changed from past tense to present tense and back again without catching it. This was an easy fix however and some of my other minor errors were brought to my attention by Alex in my writing group when we switched documents with each other.
Every morning I wake up and walk the long twenty minutes through the lower east side to the upper east side of New York to my job as a criminal defense lawyer which I was graciously given by my father, one of the two partners of the firm. Straight out of law school, I was given a job at the top rated law firms in New York. Personally I think that there were more qualified graduates that are more skilled than me that should’ve gotten the job, but I had no other options and I started my work with high hopes of success. I intend not to exaggerate, but I have been experiencing many struggles since finishing high school regarding starting my life that I was mentally not prepared to take on. I use the long walk to work to attempt to ease my thoughts before taking on new cases or winning old ones.
People tell me I have bubbly handwriting, but It wasn't always so - well - bubbly.