If I Concur-Personal Narrative

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

The reason i started painting and drawing in the first place is i found that i am truly happiest when creating. I thoroughly enjoy the struggle of drawing and painting scenes or ideas created through imagination. Creating art was never about money to me, it was about seeking happiness and a sense of purpose.

I think about it for a moment. "Thanks for the offer babe, but I'd rather fly this one solo" I reply to him.

I remember it like it was yesterday. People thought just because, I was from Mexico, I wouldn't be able to succeed in life. People laughed at me just because of the way I spoke English.

While I was in high school I wasn’t fully committed to my studies and believed I didn’t have the potential it took to get into college. I graduated high school early when I first turned 17 through a early graduated program because I followed the wrong crowd and believed I wouldn’t be accepted to a university anyways. After I graduated high school I wanted to move out on my own and get a low paying job and apartment so I could support myself because I was always worried about being a burden to my family. Struggling to make ends meet every month really gave me a good work ethic because this was the first time I experienced having to make ends-meet. I worked until the end of my 6-month lease and eventually ended up moving back in with my parents

I have not always been a Christian, growing up in an isolated part of Tennessee were families lived apart from each other, Jesus was not a household name that was spoken of. We didn’t pray or nor did I see my parents pray. This became a resonating tradition in my life. Though I was very close to my mother and really didn’t interact with others, it created in my mind an introverted person. This created a covering of my feelings and started me on a downward fall in my life. Our family didn’t go to church, so it became a part of my belief system, so I continued to live my life as if nothing else matters outside of my family. I was gifted in many things, but I drew to my talent of Basketball and focused totally on it. The adrenaline and desire

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

My personal beliefs are interventionist. I feel social conditions are substantial factors in creating barriers and that it is society's responsibility to dismantle them. Discrimination in society plays a large role in who can participate in activities, for example in wrestling you wouldn’t expect individuals with limited mobility to be active in the sport. With a proactive, student centered, open minded, differentiated instruction approach we can dismantle the barriers that are created by society, thereby reestablishing equity for all. Referring back to my example I have witnessed blind, deaf, and congenital hand deformities perform exceptionally well in wrestling with the encouragement of coaches, teachers and parents. I have seen these barriers

I remember when I was a little girl so innocent and carefree, everything was just so enjoyable. going to the lake the smell of the fresh clean air, the sight of clear flowing water and the laughter of my sisters and I. I was the youngest of three sisters (no brothers). my sisters always protected me and always showed me how much they loved me. well we all grow up as a child you have no worries and no clue of the realities of life ahead until we are "Grown" .

Bbrriiinngg! The alarm clock rang as I woke up to see sunlight pouring in through my bedroom window the day had finally arrived the first day of school I spent so much time worrying over this one day I got out of bed got dressed and had breakfast I was very anxious about starting a new school in a new state as I shove the last bite of cereal into my mouth I started to worry what if nobody liked me how could I make it through the year I had to stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and start thinking about the below opportunities when my dad pulled up to the front of the school I felt like I had a million little butterflies fluttering in my stomach I got out of the car and walked to the big black metal doors shining in the sunlight

When I was in high school I didn’t feel like doing any work because I used to see it as a waste of time so in high school freshmen year I had almost all f’s on my report card. My teachers told me that I wasn’t going to be anything in life and my family would joke around and tell me I would work for minimum wage. So I told everyone that I was going to change my life around and graduate high school but the way I was going they didn’t believe that I could ever change. No one really believed me and they thought I was just trying to make myself feel better.

It is a cold, October evening. My house is crazy. There is clothes everywhere, stacks of food for us, and enough Redbox DVDs to last months. My parents have been preparing my siblings and I for this weekend. They write down emergency numbers, not that we would need them, and tell us to maybe give our grandparents a call while they were away. My parents finish packing their suitcases and are now saying their goodbyes to my siblings and I before they leave for California for the weekend. This is the first time we will be left alone without adults. I am so excited. After what seems like an hour of hugging and kissing goodbye, my parents finally leave. I immediately call my friends and they say our plan is on for the weekend. We’ve had this plan

It all started on January 1st, 1735. The day when I, was born. I woke up to my mother waking me up for school. I instantly dressed and made my way towards the school. When I arrived I went to my first class. After my class ended it was lunch time. My mom packed me my favorite food as usual and I swallowed it all like a pill. After lunch we had recess. I loved to climb the monkey bars like a monkey. After recess school ended and it was time to go home. After the long walk I finally arrived at my house. I did my homework and I ate a delicious dinner with my family. After that I would read a book in bed while my eyes slowly shut. That was my everyday life. Little did I know that soon my life would change. I will soon to be known as a Midnight

was a tuesday and I had just gotten out of school. I was nervous and excited and my heart was beating 100 miles per hour. My sister was just born and I was anxious to see her. But I had to wait for my dad to pick me up from my mom’s house. I was taking the week off to spend time with her and to help my dad and his girlfriend with getting her situated at the house. After two hours he got to my house, The car ride was full of talk about the future and what she was gonna be like when she was older. When we arrived at the hospital we rushed down the hall to the room. When we walked in I saw my sister amaya. Her brown silver eyes lit my eyes and heart up. I knew at that moment that she would be my responsibility and I would take care of her with

On a scale from 1-10, I’m an 9 for how well I understand inferences. I know if I take my time and actually examine the picture or information completely then I would know. Sometimes I would overlook or read the material. It eventually comes to me, though. I’ll get sufficient with more practice. As of now, I’m doing excellent.