Personal Narrative Analysis

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Alvin did not perform as well as I expected him to. Reading with him in past, he seemed very composed, and rarely stumbled on many words. However during the assessment he had many mistakes on words he should know, and struggles with the comprehension question. The main take away from the assessment for me, was that he is further along in his ability to decode words, then he is with his comprehension skills.

It’s not often that people experience real failure. Failure is defined as the “lack of success,” but even unsuccessful attempts can be informative or enlightening. Therefore if you learn something or you’re informed of something you may not have known, that is a successful attempt. Something is only a failure when you admit it is, or you don’t try to succeed at all. Although many would say I’m a failure at the sport of soccer, it is still my favorite sport to play and I have been playing it my whole life. One of my favorite quotes is; “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” - Thomas A. Edison

As the second half started, I started to feel confident in myself. Leuzinger started attacking very quickly. They kept taking shot and crossing the ball, but I just kept blocking the shots, I felt unstoppable. They started getting more dangerous as the minutes goes by. We were defending most of the time in the second half and were not getting many opportunities to score. As the game is coming closer to an end, our defender cause a foul, so they were rewarded a free kick. I start to set up my wall with four of our players as they are protecting the right side of the goal. I go towards the middle as the referee allows the player to shoot the free kick. My heart was racing, I hear the crowd cheering all over the field, the coaches screaming at

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.

I wasn't expecting freshman year to go by as fast as it did, it all went by in a blur and if I could go back and redo it all over again, I would. Words can not describe how ashamed, and how deeply I regret jeopardizing my academic future. Before freshman year I had lived unexposed to the world in Amish county, Lancaster Pennsylvania, a small religious farmers town. When I graduated high school I had my life together; I was going to attend a great university, pursue a career in communications , and move to the city of my dreams.

Eighteen years ago I was delivered in a hospital in Tokyo, Japan and was taken to the United States embassy a month later to become a United States citizen. My parents had been living in Japan for two years, my father was on a work vista, and we stayed for another six. Whenever I talk about my early years I am aware it was a unique upbringing that would not have been possible a hundred years ago. Social and economic changes, and technological innovations in the 20th century impacted me even though I was born three years before the turn of the century.

A reoccurring circumstance in my life that I have been apart of for the last couple of years is competing on a cross-country team. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit-by-bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. Racing for me hasn’t always been this crystal clear. When I first started running there were the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and the months of conditioning that made me wonder why as athletes we keep giving a 110 percent day in and day out.

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

“After graduation, I spent five years wandering around doing nothing.” This is a sentence that would terrify my parents, and even myself, if it ever proceeded from my mouth. However, I have recently begun to see the future with a new perspective; I now realize that the “normal” college path isn’t necessarily for everyone. I think it’s cool that the author wasn’t afraid to veer off the beaten path and figure out what he wanted to do in life.

his past weekend, was all together, a terrible wind storm, if you ask me. There were branches collapsing off trees, covering the road. Trees ripping out of the ground, and making a great disturbance, making power lines fall and break; as an aftereffect, Gray had no power. The outage time differed for each person in the town. Therefore, some people STILL have no power to this day. I have my power back, just because CMP came to fix it in my range. For the remaining people, they are in the process.

I was in seventh grade and it was finally summer. This summer I was going to travel around Europe with my family. I was super exited as this was going to be the best trip ever. Then before we left for Europe I was in the pool and I got out. My mom noticed that one of my hips was higher than the other. The next day she brought be to a doctor and they said I had scoliosis. I had no idea what that was. Once they told me that it means that my spine is curved I didn’t really care.

My journey to being fully natural has been a long, depressing, expensive and self-loving one. I’ve always had long, thick, glossy, off black hair that touched my shoulder blades until I let my cousin Erin and auntie Jeanette convince me to go natural in 2015.