My Experience : My Personal Experience

In this paper, I will illustrate my personal experience within the past few months by using my individual creations—i.e. dreams, active imaginings, and a few paintings. This experience is an ongoing process that allows me to look at the images carefully, take note of my feelings, journal freely, reflect, and analyze my creations and process using basic Jungian concepts, ultimately noticing the changes in myself.

I live in a small house in Albuquerque, New Mexico, I was starting middle school in a few months. I didn’t want to leave all my friends I had in Elementary school but my parents said I would make new friends at my new school. The summer went by so fast it was already the first day of school. I was so scared but before I had enough time to get back into the car my mom had already drove off and I knew I had to get through the day so I could go back home and play with my friends I had already knew. Throughout the day teachers helped me find where I need to go and I realized I had one girl with the same classes I had which made it easier for me and her. Sixth grade was over and I had made so many friends but I only had a best friend I made that year. In seventh grade, I had the same classes again with my best friend. I never thought I would make more friends. I trusted this girl with everything but things started to change throughout the school year. My best friend was not my best friend anymore by the time we were going on Christmas Break. Noting made sense on why she just stopped talking to me. I would come home and cry and talk to my mom about everything, “just let her be and you guys will be friends again” my mom said so I just left it and maybe my mom was right so I just let it go until Christmas Break was over and we had to go back to school.

In a school setting I have very little experience working in groups. I have always been part of classes where presentations and work is performed individually. However, I like to collaborate with others. I am willing to do my best to help the group be successful in this class. In my job, we work as a team, which has helped me become more comfortable with team work.

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot the ball with me. They

Describe one specific experience in your life where you have been unsuccessful, why you were unsuccessful, and what you have learned from that experience. (200 words)

You hear individuals enlighten you concerning how some noteworthy occasion or person in their lives tagged along and changed everything. You know about some phenomenal disclosure sometimes up on the mountain, or a nearby experience with nature, even a brush with some crazy fiasco, conveying the individual to the doorstep of death. A great many people cite fantastic occasion that is one of a kind to them and catches the wind of how that something has come to significantly affect their lives, changing the way they see life and see it. You won't observe my story to be anything fantastic, but rather for me, it has been the one most uniquely astonishing occasion of my life. It was the day that I met my better half. He came into my life and influenced me in such a significant number of courses and for which I truly don't have words to portray. However, I will attempt my best to depict how his coming into my life transformed me and gave me a radically new world to take a gander at.

Throughout my life I have lived with an injury that still taunts me today. I never thought this would still effect me 5 years later. This injury has helped me grow as a person because I worked very hard to get back strong again to where I could continue to play the sport I love.

I spent most of my days immersed in a fantasy world while curled up with a science fiction book on my big brown couch in my living room. If I wasn't reading, I would be drawing cartoons, watching movies, teaching myself random skills on YouTube tutorials, or singing loudly along to my favorite songs. Activities like these filled my youthful and solitary days as I patiently awaited my parents to return home from work.

Change in our lives, such as sharing a personal experience with someone can bring us closer together. Personal experience also can bring about favorable change in a relationship. Our experiences are an extremely powerful change in our lives that can be manipulated in very positive or very negative way. In this way, my aunt Anne and I became much closer. I am very thankful she is a part of my life as she has positively affected it in so many ways. Anne lives in Eagan, a small suburb of Minneapolis, Minnesota with her husband Wayne. She is the mother of four kids, all in college. Her only daughter was getting married, which was the reason we came to visit Minnesota.

When I met Josh around three years ago as his teacher assistant, he was shy, quiet and kept to himself. Yet as the semester went on he became more comfortable around me and his peers and engaged in conversation with myself and other classmates. I never imagined I would meet up with him again to do an assignment for our summer English 101 class. When I sat down with him in the Douglas library, the first thing I noticed was his prominent green eyes contrasting his darker hair followed by his welcoming smile. We chatted about what our lives had been like since the last time we saw each other and he surprised me by mentioning that he graduated from Plattsburgh State University only a week ago with a Bachelor’s of Science in Fitness and Wellness Leadership. Over the two years that he was there, he would travel forty-five minutes one way to get to class from his small town of Lyon Mountain.

Throughout my childhood, there were many different places I considered home. From the southeast to the northwest I have lived in various environments and experienced different cultures and types of people. It started when I was born in Jacksonville, Florida and after two months my parents moved my brother and I to Chamblee, Georgia to be closer to family and out of the countless hot days in Florida. We were there until i was six years old, after I had developed good friends and had a solid community surrounding me. Moving out of Chamblee was not the worst, but it was hard because I was little and did not fully understand why we were leaving. From Chamblee we went to Vashon Island, Washington, across the country. My parents fell in love with Vashon after visiting during the short period of its sunny days, so they decided to move us out there. Vashon was my favorite place ever and it still is. I was there from six years old to ten. It was not the longest amount of time I’ve ever lived somewhere but it was the place I grew out of my shell, met lifelong friends, and started swimming. After the crash of 2008 hit, my parents lost almost everything and we had to move out of the place I thought I would live forever. We moved off Island to University Place and were there for only my 5th grade year. It was a hard year, but I swam again and met great friends. After a brief year in University Place, my parents decided to move back to Georgia to be close to supportive family, and that

It was the cold of January. We had just gotten back to school after the short, but still sweet, winter break. The first few days were a blast of course. But as time moved on, I quickly realized how bored I had become with my life. I had fallen into a routine almost as strict as a soldier standing guard a fortress. I woke up, went to school, came home, and went to sleep, just to do the same thing the next day. Sitting and contemplating for hours about possible new hobbies became my speciality. Yet, even with all of the thoughts, nothing new sparked interest in my mind. This was until my Drama teacher brought something to my attention.

The water was hitting my face, as steam blew of my body, I changed the hot water to cold. The shower was refreshing me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the hardships and obstacles I faced to get to where I am now. The vivid images of all the negative things I went through and a few positive were filling my head. I couldn’t stop comparing the past to the present I was in right now. Even though I lived through a lot of crappy periods in my life, I ended up learning that through pain we gain hope. All my problems started in elementary, the place I considered living hell.

There is a myth that in seven years, your body regenerates itself. The idea is that in that time span span, all of your cells will have regenerated themselves, so the individual parts of your body have been switched out. If this is true, this raises the question: are you the same person you were seven years ago? Unfortunately, this myth has been debunked. There are some parts of your body that stay the same throughout your entire life, like your tooth enamel and your retinas. Nevertheless, the original question still stands.

Waking up in an unfamiliar classroom full of strangers sure is an interesting way to start the first week of summer. My eyes peeled open as I looked over at my phone...6:30 am?! In this moment, I felt confused and misplaced. My phone had said it was 6:30 am on Monday, June 21st. In the span in about 5 seconds, I had so many questions for myself. Isn’t it summer? Why am I being woken up right now? I opened my eyes fully and looked around my sleeping space. Hold on a second...where am I?! I peaked around the room, saw air mattresses lining the floor of a school classroom, and saw my best friend sleeping in the mattress next to mine. I finally made the connection. It was my first day working in my Mission Trip group!