Personal Narrative: A Change Of Mind

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

As I wrote this essay a lot of memories began to move like a slideshow within my head. Each memory kind of reminded me why I am the person that I am today. Out of all of these years God has truly been preparing me for greater. God loves me for me and I overlooked God plenty of times and I overlooked his word. I learned that I was in some of the predicaments that I was because of myself not because of God. God only wanted to see me grow more in him but I always put him on the backside not trying to truly become a full Christian. I was afraid of the things that might happen because I was already dealing with some harsh times in my life. Time after time I got weaker giving up on God knowing that every single time I messed up

I have transferred to a different school each year since I was a freshman. My first move I had started to inwardly question the act of personal change, and how it can affect one’s mind. This is the time where I had a plethora of internal conflict relating to one’s change and growth as a person. I remember one day looking at everyone around me and realizing that they've been through change, and that these people have grown into the person they embodied based upon events that have presented themselves in their lives, and whether or not they had overcome these obstacles. And then I thought of something that made me tilt my head slightly, and this thought has been on my mind for four years: people don’t realize how similar they are to each other.

“Our culture, our traditions, our language are the foundations upon which we build our identity (-unknown.)” No one should be labeled as a “slow learner” or “culturally disadvantaged.” Moreover, I believe diversity and expectations from others change someone's point of view of people and the world. No one should be labeled as anything, but should be treated like a human being.

"Change is hard at first, messy in the middle, and gorgeous in the end," by Robin Sharma. In general, change is extremely difficult to deal with, especially when it's moving. During the Summer of 2013, as I approached my eleventh birthday, my parents notified me that I would be moving homes. I had heard of them discussing it before, but I never assumed it would ever come true. Due to this, I was in great shock. Luckily, I would be moving locally, and would be still attending the same school I had been attending since I was four years old. Though the only thing changing was my home, I still was not sold on the idea. I did not want to leave the house I had grown up in my whole life.

It was a scorching June day when I rose around 10 o’clock, like any regular teenager would do. I stumbled down the stairs into the living room where my mom would usually be when I woke up, but she was not there. I called her and she would not pick up the phone and that is when I started to get worried. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting for my mother to call me back, she did and she told me that my grandma had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I could not believe what I was hearing. I’m not a huge emotional person, but I could feel my voice starting to crack so I quickly hung up the phone.

Further down the road, I kept looking out the window and seeing the green trees passing by while my mom was on the phone and my dad kept driving until we got to our destination. Meanwhile, the car was at a stop, we felt the car move that we actually crashed into the car in front of us and we got rear-ended that contained my head hit from seat to seat that gave me a black

Angie again told Bev she could have as much fun as she wanted because word of anything she did at the resort wouldn’t get back to Dave from us. She then told Bev if she was going to have fun with the guys she was also going to join in the fun and it should be real entertaining.

A Lasting Impact My heart is pounding, Anxiety is taking over. The trauma won’t escape me, Even after a whole year.

Do ever feel like you just don't fit in? Or, every time that life seems to be going well that everything suddenly turns upside down. What if you ask yourself the question, “Why did this happen to me?”. Are you the true determining factor of what your future holds?

On a normal,sunny day after school school,I hopped off of the yellow-orange school bus and walked home.When I got to my house ,my parents greeted me and then said,”Mia,we have to move in about three months.”My heart dropped like an apple from a tree.I was filled with dejection.

My whole life I’ve always looked up to my dad as the way I’ll plan my life, but I am who I am today because of my grandparents. They impacted my life in such a way; it changed my whole meaning of life. Opening their life to change to help the change that happened in my life with my sisters.

All I wanted was to get to the game store so I could beg my mother to buy the latest video game for me. I knew I would have to wait when she gave me a look and told me she needed to pick up her order of new makeup. I didn’t understand this one bit. Why was everyone so into this makeup thing and who has the time to sit in front of the mirror for hours perfecting their face? I was more of the pony tail, fresh faced little tomboy who preferred video games to dolls and sports to ballet. Reluctantly I stomped behind my mom following her to this strange counter with rows of colors and brushes that seemed ridiculous to me. As she talked to the makeup artist I watched a girl get her makeup done for her prom. Watching the focused beautician bring a

Technology is mesmerizing; therefore, I have always thought about it to be so. I admire the massive development that was made by inventors during the last decade; therefore, in college, I specialized in mechanical engineer. After graduating and getting a master degree I was ready tomake a change in the world ,but every company I attempt to get work at refuse to hire me since I am too young to be working as a technician. Although my hopes of working as a technician were banished, I didn’t give up my dream of making a change in the world. I worked a half time job at a pizza restaurant to keep a roof above my head and in my free time I would spend hours and hours researching , studying and expirementing. With the passage of a lot of time, my once

Headphones are so miniscule, but can have a significant impact on one’s hearing. Listening to loud music for long periods of time can lead to eternal hearing problems. The rhetor, Virginia Heffernan, writes an article in the New York Times Magazine arguing why humans should limit the usage of headphones. She explains the history of headphones and the impact they have had on people who use headphones, especially teens. Her message is to start minimizing headphone use because the damage they can cause to hearing. Heffernan presents her argument regarding the use of headphones in an ineffective way because she does not use a tone that is able to persuade the audience.