Ishmael Leseur: Personal Narrative Analysis

Have you ever thought what it would be like for you in a survival situation? Well here i'm going to tell you about how I think I would survive in a situation like the lost boys of Sudan which is a groups of kids that are born into war and have to improvise adapt overcome a famous saying by Bear Grylls. Here are some of the main points I could not survive is my lack of hopelessness,me being to pessimistic and my laziness.

I swallowed the cool air and aroma of the summer's morning dew into my hollowed lungs, with the hope to fill them with something as to eliminate the feeling of lonesomeness. At the same time, that lonesomeness was nervousness, but newfound self-confidence had a similar feeling. My palms were clammy and pink as I wondered who would come into my life. Yet I had no desire to develop a new relationship with someone, I only wished to seclude myself with the untouched wilderness. I was young, and I discovered many things while I was at summer camp that helped me grow intellectually. It was solely the minds of others from foreign lands that intrigued me the most. I sought after new philosophies that would aid me in this search for what I wanted to do with my

From the moment I was able to tie my shoes and button my jacket, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. While all my classmates at the La Petite Academy made macaroni trees and smiley faces, I drew myself with a stethoscope curing a poor man with the cold. Every year in elementary school, we had career day. Never straying from my love to helping others I wanted to be a surgeon one year, to a dentist the next, and even an obstetrician, I changed my mind quickly once I found out what they did. Looking back on my childhood, I always had a connection with animals and always loved being around them. Early mornings I would open our nearly frozen-shut windows listening to the birds calling. Beside from the squawking of the crows, I heard a soft, pleasant yet curious bird call. It stuck out to me

I welcome the first day of Ramadan parched, vacant of any taste of the last morsel I shoved into my mouth before sunrise. My sister’s relentless plead to accompany her to tennis camp shatters my defense to sleeping until sunset and I wake up with a penchant for complaining. I don my armory - white shorts, a shirt, sneakers, and a cap - to protect myself from the summer-kissed sun on the courts of Warinanco Park and grab my weaponry - a Wilson tennis bag filled with racquets in each compartment and tennis balls - before I bid an unforgiving farewell to my most abhorred enemy: the fridge. I return home with my armory drenched in sweat, my sneakers inhabited by Har-Tru green clay, my weaponry bruised by the penetrating shots of my opponents, and

“Bro you’re like totally hard-core but sometimes you’re flashing the rambunctiousness!” The two most opposite words in the entire dictionary is what I and many others feel represent me best. Not committed, scary, dedicated or strict but hard-core. Because when I’m not focused in on the task at hand, what can you say? I’m just pure rambunctious! However one of my favorite things to live by is probably why I’m a bit “intimidating” or “scary”, I approach everything I do as if there is a winner and there is a loser. In sports if I give it my best effort and lose, I’m not satisfied. In class if I study longer and harder than anybody else and receive the grade I don’t want, then I am a loser, a failure. But at the end of the day I am human, I do

As a child, reading was an activity that I loved and grasped from the moment I opened my eyes and saw the world around me; one full of big letters, long syllables, descriptive words, and jazzy sentences that combined to create exhilarating descriptions of everything I would come across in my thrilling adventures. From the earliest stages of my life to my first simple words, to recognizing how a colorful picture matched the plot of a story, I grew, developed, and spent time with the wonderful people around me whom I was blessed to call my uncles, aunts, and cousins. They had spent hours upon hours pouring their time into teaching me the arduous process of reading, instructing everything they could about sounds, syllables, pronunciation, and

Me just like any other human being make mistakes we’re not perfect, but we’re all special in our own ways. Something I feel makes me special is that at a very young age i started playing sports. I now consider myself an athlete. That makes me feel special because not everyone is capable of having to do school work and play sports during school. Sports have also showed me discipline. Another thing that it showed me was how to take leadership and help others.

This year I expect to get a license and a car. I have already practiced driving a lot, and have a set appointment on my drivers test (March 8th). I have to get a job soon in order to pay for a car and have been applying to many places, but it's difficult to get a job without experience. I cannot wait to get a car, because that means I don't have to rely on anyone to get me places.

I was in seventh grade and it was finally summer. This summer I was going to travel around Europe with my family. I was super exited as this was going to be the best trip ever. Then before we left for Europe I was in the pool and I got out. My mom noticed that one of my hips was higher than the other. The next day she brought be to a doctor and they said I had scoliosis. I had no idea what that was. Once they told me that it means that my spine is curved I didn’t really care.

Throughout the time period I chose, I was able to learn things like what I wanted to do in the future and how to make my goals become reality. I also learned about things I support and don’t support, such as habitat preservation (I support), and animal cruelty (I don’t support). There were also some revelations that were found through some challenging events. I found out that although I feel weak, with the support I felt from my family and friends, I was stronger than I thought and was able to bounce back. Doing this assignment and looking back on this time period I realize how lucky I am to have a wonderful family, and great friends. Because of them I did not have to face many hardships, and those I did face were not alone.

The injury had taken away some of the activities I had enjoyed doing the most, which gradually effected my confidence, especially at school. You see, in elementary school I constantly got bullied and during my childhood I never stood up for myself and became a very timid, unconfident girl. I would come home crying occasionally and my mom would always find out the reason behind those tears. I wouldn't articulate my emotions and what I was going through with my teachers because I had fear towards the bullies and as a result, my mom would be the one who spoke up for me. Eventually, I found an escape in music, I specifically grew a passion for singing at an early age. My mother noticed my love and signed me up for vocal lessons which eventually led me to acting,

I hope youre having a great day. I just wanted to touch basis with you about the concerns we talked about last week. The reason I asked about the resources is because Ive fallen behind on my monthly bills by two months and received an eviction notice a week ago. My landlord has worked closely with me but she called on today and told me she has to call a sheriff out soon. Im not sure what all happens when a sheriff is called but it's part of the eviction process. She informed me first in case I want to find a place to stay before so that I can move my things but I dont have any place to go. I moved into my home in January, 2015 right after I had my son. I used the pay I received from short term, (maternity), to pay the first and second month's

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At the beginning of my freshman year of high school, it was like I had traveled to a different universe where everyone spoke a different language. And sadly, without google translate, I had no idea about how to understand the seemingly endless crowds of unfamiliar teachers, students, and social customs.This, as I have discovered is unfortunately not just a high school thing. That momentary time period of begging unexplained unable to comprehend comes with every new experience. Even after I survived freshman year and gained some sense of who I was to the school and social system, I continued to encounter situations that rendered me completely vulnerable to the fear of the unknown. This can be found in cooking food, walking down the street at

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,