Narrative Essay : ' Of Learning Who You Are As A Person Comes From Facing Challenges And Learning

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never

“What are we going to do! What about my graduation?” Linz repeats frantically over and over, as the daunting reality slowly sat in.

mostly of Caucasian. Although I am a quick learner, it was especially hard for me

His 18 years of life crossed his eyes instantly. He started to become nervous and insecure gradually as the airplane was elevating in the air, and he was afraid that the airplane might drop. He could hear the wheels rolling on the ground loudly and it was unpleasant to him. Fernando’s body was reacting. He felt compressed in his chest that his lung was too large for his chest, so he had trouble of breathing, and his heart was pounding rapidly against his rib cage. During the trip, the airplane met a turbulence, so he began to feel more anxious and fearful. He felt that everything in his body wanted to leave him. His blood pressure increased, so he became agitated. Soon he started to feel dizzy and light headed. He was about to lose control of his body; therefore, he grabbed the seat handles tightly and pressed his feet intensely against the floor to prevent his body from shaking. Meanwhile, he was being extremely quiet, and all he heard were the turbulence, his heart beat and heavy breathing. As Fernando described, the ocean view out of the window was beautiful, yet he could not enjoy looking at it at all.

What are they doing?” I think to myself again. Two of the ghastly people I noticed while we turned onto this street are walking toward Ben’s car. I lock my doors and continue to panic. I can hear guys yelling at Ben, threatening him. The longer we sit here and the louder the men at Ben’s window become, the more obvious it becomes they are not sober. This fact sends me into an even deeper level of stress. At this point it becomes abundantly apparent that my car is a rag top convertible. “One of these guys could easily come cut my roof open and get me,” I think to myself as my stress and fear completely take over my thoughts. I can barely breathe at this point. I still cannot figure out why Ben is still sitting here, and why he does not just drive away. They are telling him to get out of the car now. I knew had a bad feeling about this little

“You're Mexican?” Is the question that has been etched in my brain from a young age. As a person of Mexican descent and little resemblance to stereotypical appearances of brown eyes, short, and black hair, this is the hurtful response to my answer for the question,”,What ethnicity are you?” Unfortunately, the assertion that I am Mexican is something that I have had to defend throughout my entire life. In defense of this part of my identity, I write this essay.

We searched for a place to park the car. The wait for the rest of the Fritsch family dragged on and lasted forever. It’s already late morning and we haven’t even gone in yet! I can’t believe the rest of the family’s taking so long! UGGGG! The sound of people laughing and splashing surrounded the car. Hearing this, sitting still wasn’t going to last very long. The bottled up energy exploded, as Sawyer and I started hopping around and yelling.

When I first was scrolling through the thousands of Narrative essays (well it felt like thousands) I saw this one that caught my attention on the first sentence. I automatically thought that it was going to be a depressing narrative, but as I continued to read on it took a completely different turn than what I was expecting. The author pulled me in and I’m very fortunate to have found this essay.

She sits on the armrest of her wine-stained couch, then falls backward with a cushioned thud. Her thick, kinky hair lays splayed under her. Her large, veiny hands lift up to her tear-soaked face, covering her eyes. She sighs aloud summoning her roommates’ attention.

All of the children jumped when the sudden bolt of lightning shot out of the once baby blue sky. With the absence of all adults and parents, excluding the pilot of the plane, the kids were especially frightened. One of the passengers stood up in front of the crowd. He was tall with fair hair, and he had a loud and presentable voice. When he spoke, it somehow sent some tranquility through the very disturbed passengers of the aircraft. He identified himself as Ralph. The purpose of his speech was to calm everyone down, but that peace didn’t last for long as the whole plane seemed to descend even more by the second. Ralph tried to convince everyone that it was just turbulence.

In the beginning of the year, we were tasked with writing our first essay; a narrative. My narrative was about something that happened years ago that traumatized me. Being able to get out what had

Who am I? What are the driving forces behind the decisions I make for myself and for my children? The answers to these questions have been shaped by my upbringing and my own personal interactions and experiences with the people who have come in and out of my life and the community I live in. My values, morals, beliefs, and cultural views have developed over time and continue to keep me grounded while working with children and families with different ethnic backgrounds. Before I discuss where I am, let me share my journey on how I got here.

Learn it the hard way. That is the way I learned the old adage “no pain, no gain”. It was my first dirt bike race. My heart had been pounding like a drum in a high school band for three days before the race. The race was in the middle of nowhere in Tucson, Az. I arrived on a Friday, my race was on Saturday.