Personal Narrative: A Powerful Mind

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

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.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

“The ability to act sensibly, promptly, and appropriately, especially in a difficult situation or emergency” describes a Presence of Mind. This late 1600s, idiom in effect says that one's mind is present and functioning. Some may attribute this to a person’s propensity to exercise self-control over their emotions and make lucid decisions when faced with adversity. As I ascribe to eagerly ascertain not only an evolving mind, but one of presence this has brought about a period of introspection. In the course of this reflective occasion, oral communication and attention to detail are availed as my strong suits whilst time management and adaptability were definitive deficits.

Europe was the first occasion I truly spent time out of the country. I must have heard two dozen different languages while in 13 different cities, across 6 different countries. There were people from all over the world in the places I stayed. Everyday was new experience, even if I had a plan, something would pop up and I'd have to change direction. This happened mostly when I met knew people. When you're alone in a foreign country it's important to find common ground with others.

Be open-minded: an ability that is essential to connecting with others. As a Vietnamese-American female, it's feasible for me to be closed-minded as a consequence to how I was raised. I was taught subconsciously, “I am exceedingly fragile, merely ignorant compared to a man.” I was taught to behave a certain way to be accepted by others, and to find interest in specific things. I love the color black of boldness, but was forced to like the color pink of delicacy. However, I am not close-minded. I am an open-hearted teenager, who loves expressing herself and empathizing with others. I am an intelligent, daring woman, not fragile and uneducated. I am in control of my own life, not requiring a male figure for success. This is accurate, because I had the opportunity to attend my four years of high school at East Kentwood High School (EKHS); the most diverse school in Michigan.

I wanted to start a business. Sitting in my windowless basement office, across the hall from my state-of-the-art quantum physics laser lab, I decided I was going to start selling my services as a professional mentalist and hypnotist.

After Mr. Spouterwinkle cleared his throat and loosened his tie, he turned his head sideways and said, " I have already put down a deposit for an apartment for you, and I have set up a bank account for you. It currently has 100 dollars in it, but you need to find yourself a job. The landlord said that he has the furniture situation handled, and that he'll visit you tomorrow to talk about rent and paperwork. any questions miss?"

Hello! I’m Jake! I have a secret. If I tell you, You’ll have to keep it to yourself. I can read minds. I know, I know, It sounds a little crazy. But I really can. Well if you don’t believe me, I’ll tell you how it all started.

A gust of cool, brisk air greeted my skin as I opened the refrigerator in search of something to eat. As I scoured the refrigerator I found a firm, juicy navel orange. As I luxuriated in the luscious treat, I flung myself down on the sofa, heaving a sigh of resignation as I opened my critical thinking book, Thinking For Yourself. As I stared at my orange, I wondered how long did it take this orange to reach the Hannaford's where my mother shops? After a google search, I found out that it takes Florida navel oranges an average of two to three days to reach their destination. Also according to a dictionary search, I realized that an orange is a globose berry with a pumpkin like hue. As I felt the cool leathery texture of the orange, I noticed

Have you ever been in a crowded room of people, picked out a random person and noticed something unique about them? If I were in a room with strangers about eighty percent of them would wonder or question what happened to my eye. When I actually talk to people I often get asked if it 's a lazy eye. That then leads to me explaining what happened. A tragic event happens to make for an unforgettable day. After three surgeries, countless doctor appointments in Omaha, and eleven years later, I still remember.