Personal Narrative: A Turn-Based System

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

Board games and card games are a pastime of American culture. Sitting around with friends or family and competing against each other to hopefully be the one to win the game. Something that is not seen as much, is a cooperative game to play with friends and family. There is a game like this, it is just not as well known. Dungeons and Dragons is a good game option to play with friends or family. There are a variety of characters to play as like Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and Orcs. Some less commonly played characters are Gnomes and Haflings. Both Gnomes and Haflings have their own unique traits that make them so fun to play. The choice of what character to play when starting a campaign can be difficult. It is hard to know which character will be

In the first video, I saw a toddler boy who engaged in repetitive hand flapping and head shaking. It was sometimes paired with body tensing and tippy-toeing. The function of the behavior seemed to be automatic-maintained. His stereotypy increased when he saw the shadow, which indicates that he is sensitive to movements. Both are described in DSM-V as "repetitive motor movements ... and hyper-reactivity to sensory input". He did not seem to have functional language repertoire. He, however, made nonfunctional sounds to express emotions, which can be labeled as vocal stereotypy. My parents gave him positive reinforcement for following single-step instruction such as twist, but I observed that such success happened by chance. His difficulty in

I am getting excited just thinking about being finished with fieldwork next week. It has been another great week and I still continue to learn something new each and every day. This week brought new challenges for me with seeing more kids on my own, but I know Duane is there to catch me when I fall.

One of the biggest transitions of my life was when I moved off to college. At home I have a very stable and supportive family system. They knew me better than anyone else and they held me accountable. I was not scared to move out and go away to college, I was more curious to see what this chapter of my life would bring. Getting away from the comfort of my family really made me take some time to focus on myself. This may attention assignment only furthered this journey of becoming more self aware.

The creative approach I had encountered were some years ago, when I had to test and give a presentation at a rehabilitation center in Navarre. I used to be heavily involved in the HIV/AIDs and STDs community as a prevention counselor. I would, test and present a presentation with the updated statistics in the four major counties (Walton, Okaloosa, Santa Rosa and Escambia) of the Northwest Florida region. The company name is Aids Healthcare Foundation (AHF). The prevention counselors will give a thirty to forty-five minutes’ presentations, games, and demonstrations with dildos on how to properly put on a condom. We had questions and answers at the end of our presentations and demonstrations. Once our presentations were completed, then we would give free one-minute HIV tests. The way I had to be creative

In 2011, I walked through the big red doors of Metamora Township High School at a whopping 92 pounds. I was five foot as a freshman, causing me to be very nervous for the first day of the next four years of my life. High school had its ups and downs, but overall was a very fun experience. What I remember most from high school is the wrestling season, student sections from different sports, participating in football, and making new friends along the way. High school was a very good experience for me to realize my goals in life and left me with great memories.

I would have never thought my lonely, dark, cold, and miserable days would become heart warming, sunny,and enjoyable. it all started when I learnded what "society" thought being happy was. I became infuncataed with the idea of loving someone and being loved, but never thought about the repercussions. I only thought about being loved and motivated by someone else that was deeply in love with the idea of me. No-one seemed interested with that Idea and once I realized that I saw the world as a dull, black and white picture that was only painted with skinny paint brushes. Since i was only 15 at the time, at night i would pick up my cracked white iPhone 4s and began listening to music. I found myself listening to Tink somebody to love me and Tank

Squeak! My shoes slide across the floor I’m going to do it this time was determined. I passed defenders left and right. I’m going to do it this time I will score.I arrived early that day in order to get in extra practice. I knew this was a crucial game. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My palms sweated and my heart was racing. I was ready.

that could be played on your TV or in an arcade with your friends. Games like Pacman and

The main limitation of this capstone is that it is inclusively focused only on my own personal story, experiences and feelings only. Yet, after reviewing the studies done on families with similar conditions, there are many similarities between my experience, and the experience of other families.

I was reading the digitized headlines; focusing my eyes upon the bionic upgrades, items perfect for my occupation. I couldn’t afford those upgrades, even with the twenty percent governmental discount. I’ll have to wait a few more years, and gain more points.

This past weekend, I was driving with my dad in his Range Rover, and as there was no one on the highway at all, we were the only car in sight, I asked him if we could track how fast that his car went from 0 to 60 miles per hour. Agreeing, we stopped and then he pushed onto the gas while I was timing him. In exactly four seconds, the car went to 60 miles per hour. Thinking about the car after the fact, I connected it to what we have learned recently in class about acceleration. Since acceleration is the change in velocity over the change in time, my dad went from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 4 seconds, so the acceleration of the car would be 15 miles per hour, per second. Examining how I was able to find the acceleration of the car, this helped

Many cannot tell that I originally did not speak English growing up. My first language was Spanish. I saw “was” because I have more use for my English than I do Spanish. That is not to say I don’t speak it anymore, just not as much. My parents are both immigrants from Mexico and did not know any English when they came to the United States. Instead, they learned once I began to learn.

Most of my last year went like this: long stretches of golden crops, rocky cliffs, hypnotizing yellow dashes marking the road, and when the sun gets low, looking for a hidden thicket to rest uninterrupted at night. I have spent the fall of 2014 biking South through Argentina and this past summer of 2015 riding westward through the United States, both joined by a number of friends of mine. Altogether, these trips have added up to only a mere six months of my life. However, I see the separate journeys as one epic saga that has lasted decades and that has changed me. I am braver than I used to be. I am more confident.