Personal Narrative Analysis

It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.

Its been a year since I began walking these new halls with lockers on both sides of me. Although the faces that pass me look unfamiliar, i began to recognize

I lost a job and did not find another one for several months. Once I did and tried to come back I was in 2 different car wrecks with the injuries and pain I was in there was no way I would have been able to complete successfully any of my classes or have them done in a timely fashion the concussion I suffered prevented me from remembering a lot of the time as well as the pain medications in which I was placed on. I tried again once I felt fine enough to go back and then I had health issues which required me to go in for surgery not once but twice. During that time I was not able to complete the classes as well in a timely fashion not only could I not lift my arms above my head but I needed help to assist me to be able to move about and therapy

From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.

More news is coming out about Rob Kardashian and his marriage to Blac Chyna and it does not leave one with a warm fuzzy feeling of support. Kim Kardashian West expresses her outrage over one vital element that everyone entering marriage must have in place. According to Radar Online, April 14, 2016, Rob wants to marry Blac Chyna without a prenuptial agreement and his family is extremely worried that she will take everything that Rob has.

Making cautious decisions are very critical right now; I have no choice but to get to higher ground because there are six people left in the game including my teamate and I. We are pushing to a moutain when suddenly we hear gunshots coming from our southeast. I yell at my teammate tell him that there is two enemys to our north and one to our southeast. We come to an agreement that we are going to push the hill to our west to take the higher ground but the enemy is playing with perfect tactics to make sure that he pushes us with great force. I could tell that the person we were faceing was great at the game and played at a very high skill level. As I am running to the mountian to the west, my teammate decides he wants to face the person that

Considering I was a good student in Cuba, it was very hard for me when I started flunking every assignment, but how could I pass? I couldn’t understand a word the teacher said. It should be noted this teacher was a Hispanic like me, but refused to help. Every night when I got home, I would have to grab a dictionary, and translate the homework word-for-word. Even the simplest assignment would turn into an immense challenge. I spoke to my parents about it and my mom talked to my

Ever since I was young, I’ve had a fear of falling. Maybe it was because as a three year old I rode my bicycle off of the porch and my subconscious remembers it or perhaps my fear is for no reason. But for whatever reason, I’m terrified of falling. So I’ve always been cautious, careful. And that was how it was when I rode horses. I always rode with the reins tighter than necessary, leaning forward. My mom always says that I used to tell her that I did not want to fall off a horse. And to a short little seven-year old without any previous experience on a horse, falling is a very real and terrifying possibility. Especially when the back of the horse is so far from the ground.

I strongly believe that memories that have been repressed and then recovered should not be allowed in court to prosecute an alleged abuser. This comes mainly from the fact that our memory can be altered. Changes to what we believe we saw can come from another person's observations about a situation or from our own false revision of the situation. They can cause false memories that corrode the accurate ones. In my opinion and from personal experience, if something traumatic occurs, it will never be forgotten even if suppression is used, even if the event occurred at a young age. These traumatic experiences can cause a lack of connection and ill-feeling toward someone or something. Retrieval, which is the process of reactivating information that

When I was in ninth grade I took a trip to the doctor with my mom. About to tryout for the high school volleyball team, I needed my yearly sport physical. As a kid who always would ride my bike and hang out outside, I thought I was a healthy kid. Growing up I knew I was overweight but I never thought it was bad as the doctor made it out to be. As doctors do, she showed me where I lined up to the average of my age and height group. I already knew what she was gonna say, I already knew I was “fat”; and of course the doctor told me my weight was too high for my height and I was putting myself at risks. Like most kids I didn’t want to pay attention to what she was saying, I was a teenager who just wanted to get out of there with the paper that

I am the only senior in my high school that is sad about graduation. Ever since I was a child the first day of school was like Christmas to me. There was something so appealing about the smell of the new classroom the shine of the new desks, new people- a fresh start. You could almost feel the knowledge; the new vibrating in the atmosphere. That was the best feeling in the world. I was born with a hungry mind, constantly craving that knowledge, devouring it up like a raging forest fire. The thought of that journey ending devastates me, the enlightenment and moreover, the extinguishing of that wildfire in my mind. Without that flow of learning, I feared the oceans of intellect in my mind would cease to a trickle or worse, dry up completely.

I had not realized I was like my mom until I moved in with my boyfriend. In my house the reasons for discussion with my mom were because my dad and I left everything messy. I did not understand my mother until I lived with my partner. I thought she exacted everything, but not, she was right. It really bothers me like her, when people leave everything disorganized in their path. Another thing that I did and now it bothers me is that they do not wash the dishes they used, it only takes two minutes to clean them. My boyfriend says that I fight a lot and for everything. I justify myself by saying that I carry it in my genes, I inherit it from my mother. I have found myself in situations in which I fought for nothing and almost everything, and in

On December 19, 2012, on the way back home from soccer practice, my parents let the news out that we were to move for the second in two years. The year before had been an adventurous one. I was beginning “middle school” in Australian standards, and that was the year I found out that our family was to be moving back to the US, to the Windy City. Well…a little north from there to a small village named Glencoe. This move was welcome as for the first time I would receive an education in America. Upon moving there and getting settled in and starting school, I fell in love with the place and everybody who was associated with it as it was a small village with less than 2,000 people. I also did not expect to move anywhere. I though that this would

When I was seven years old my family and I move to Reno, Nevada. My parents were hired by three different companies. Months later, it was difficult for us because they were too busy and extremely exhausted from work. My brothers had no choice but to let go of their dreams of not going to college by finding a job. It was hard for them to make that decision, but it was better for all of us. I would never forget when we were kids when my dad always talked about the importance of having an education. We were admired by the displays of degrees of our aunties, uncles, and parents. But having to face a hardship where my parents’ mail was overflowing with due dates was unimaginable. I saw my mom shed a tear and I remember I heard my parents talk that

When I was a little kid around 6-7 I spent a lot of my time with my older cousin Jeremy he was only 3 years older though. I was the second oldest during that time but my older brother lived with my dad and my baby sister was like 1 so I could only play with my cousin. So when I was at my cousins house my uncle would try to teach me and my cousin how to skate, my cousin already knew a little bit about the skateboard, whilst I knew absolutely nothing. so my uncle got me a skateboard and a helmet, no knee pads or elbow pads because he said if i fall and get a cut i’ll only get better and better. Sadly I believed him, and i could have fell a million times, and i only got a tiny bit better. But all that taught me skills, patient, and just to practice harder. But i'm still learning, i'm