Milk, Check-Personal Narrative Analysis

On 23 April 1989 students of the twenty-one universities in Beijing participated in their first congress in the Summer Palace to discuss ways to improve the country, the CCP and to commemorate Hu. The protesters called for government accountability, freedom of the press, freedom of speech, and the restoration of workers' control over industry, rallying together in Tiananmen Square. On the 2nd June, 350,000 soldiers circled Tiananmen Square and, between 10pm on 3 June and dawn on 4 June, soldiers took the Square and the surrounding

“Nosotros tienes cinco, y,” I say as I point to Jordalisa and Raoul, “Tienes siete!”

After having spent Seventeen years in Austin, Texas, my husband and I decided to make a move to Denver, Colorado for his work. The move itself was uneventful. The question I had for myself was, what was I going to do in a new location. Back in Austin, I had worked in a Beauty Salon as a Massage Therapist for the last six years. My husband needed a new start and he applied to a company that he felt would be beneficial to his job experience. This in turn caused us to pull up stakes and move to a new area. It wasn't too long after we'd moved, that I met an elderly lady who asked me, if I was busy on Mondays. I replied, that at this time I was in the process of looking for something to do outside the house. She invited me to come with her and

I found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.

Day six was here and we were waiting for the Doctors to make their rounds to us. They came in and told us they were going to hook a pacemaker up to Mason's heart and try to get it started back in rhythm. We waited for the procedure to get done and they said now we wait. At the end of the day they tried taking him off bypass again, nothing had changed. My heart was breaking more and more by the second. The Doctors said they would meet with us again in the morning. We had spent the night in a Ronald McDonald room in the hospital that night to try and get some rest and decent shower. On day seven, May 23, 2010, we headed up to Mason's room. The doctors were already in there and I could see smiles on the nurses and the Doctor's faces.

I’m 17 years old. Not too old, but just old enough to have experienced some things in life. Some are good, some are bad, but they all taught me something. In the past 8 years of my life, I haven’t had a single day where I don’t look back on the things that have happened to me. Sometimes I’m thankful that those things happened, and sometimes I get depressed about them, I guess it really depends on the mood I’m in.

While I feel there are adversities presented to all people throughout life, I find mine stem from having to hard work for things I want to accomplish and not being blessed with the best abilities, it is my competitive nature that allows me to be who I am today. The drive that I feel in school or on the mound, the drive being to be the best I can be and to be a competitor. I always want to feel as if I am the best. The work I put in, on and off the baseball field, in and outside of school, all of it, has always been for one purpose; to get better and to be the best possible. Often when asked about my mental drive (most often by parents) I try to explain the feeling, the feeling or rather need to be better than anyone around you. Some get discouraged

I found this narrative interesting because I can relate to the speaker. We were both raised in religious families and read the Bible when we were young. The speaker talked about how reading the King James Version of the Bible helped her to better understand Shakespeare, which is something I strongly believe is true. Listening to her talk about sitting on her couch reading the Bible before she was even in school made me nostalgic of my own childhood. My mom has always been an avid reader who pushed me to read books when I was young. My mom entered me in a summer reading program at our public library every summer; this is one other thing I found that I have in common with the speaker, whose parents encouraged reading. I loved reading when I was

When I walk, I tend to walk slowly (ten words, dependent, declarative).Why do I speak quietly (ten words, interrogative)? I like people who are enthusiastic (ten words). When I see my friend who is from China, I try to say hello in Chinese, but I’ve never pronounced it correctly because I do not speak Chinese (twenty five words, dependent, declarative). I like to play basketball since I was twelve, so I admire many professional basketball players such as Ray Allen, Steve Nash, and Jason Kidd (twenty five words, declarative, parallel structure). Since I do not study Physics, I do not remember the equation of theory of special relativity (dependent). I believe in science (ten words). I should declare my major (ten words). If I have to answer

The bell rang loudly, resounding across the room to announce the transition of periods. As I packed my notebook into my bag, I quickly checked my schedule for my next class. English. The most common yet most varying class one can have, either torturous or exhilarating it acts as the ultimate enigma of studies. I quickly picked up my schedule from the table and filed out the door as merely another student, no different from the others, we shared the same dread of boredom, questioned the importance of this one class from moment to the next. Whether English, or Math, or Biology, or History, were any truly independent of each other, or was each simply a facet of one system of learning.

"Ignorant,” “polluted,” and “backward:” for many, these words come to mind when describing both West Virginia and India, places I am proud to call "home." I used to curse the close-mindedness, trash-lined streets, and frequent power outages and attempted to distance myself from these two regions to seem more intelligent and progressive. When asked where I was from, I would say “I recently moved from South Carolina” or “I am ethnically from the Maldives,” places where I had lived for small periods. However, I learned to adapt and see the limitations as challenges. Now, I recognize the positive impact these areas have had in shaping my life.

On the morning of Friday, May 5th, I commenced a practice of the Catholic tradition Lent. Practicing Lent taught me that observant Catholics will sacrifice a principal of their life, but it is only short-term. Abstaining from meat and Netflix during school work felt accomplishing, thinking about my loved one was nostalgic, and partaking in charity and service was benevolent.

The moment I disembark from the cool conditioned ferry the heat engulfed my face and curled around the rest of my body; after a lengthy hour airplane journey and an hour ferry ride I was separated from the continent by a hostile saltwater barrier and introduced to the Galapagos Islands.

The day started off like every other day of our vacation. We woke up at 6 o’clock, ate breakfast, then headed outside to do our daily chores. Me and my friends, Olivia, Michael, and Ryan all decided to take a vacation out to a dude ranch in Wyoming because we all thought it would be a good idea to get away from the stress of college. Little did we know that our vacation was about to take a turn for the worst. We had just finished moving the cows into the field closest to the barn when we heard a bloodcurdling scream come from inside one of the cabins. We quickly dismounted our horses and Ryan and Olivia took the horses back to the barn while me and Michael rushed to where the cabins were located to figure out where the scream had come from.

“Visions make leaders passionate; thorns keep them authentic”. I think thorns above all make us rely on God. God’s response to Paul. was “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” When I was in the middle of my residency, I had what wa called a central serous retinopathy, which created a distortion in the center of my vision in my left eye. I was told it was temporary and would be a one time thing. A couple years laters shortly before we were heading off to Africa to fill in for a surgeon coming home on leave for a month, the distortion returned. The specialist said there was a leak in my tenina but it was too close to the optic near to laser. Well, we prayed about it and I was anointed with oil. We