Personal Narrative Analysis

My alarm clock goes off at 3:45am and I shut it off to snooze 10 more minutes. Finally, five minutes till 4am I slide out of bed unwillingly and begin to put on my scrubs and grab my left overs to eat for

What did I do this summer? Well about 75% of it was spent in summer school so I didn’t really do much. I woke up about 7:00 every morning and started my day. Besides going to summer school I babysat my sister’s kids almost every day.

As I have grown up, mostly in an age where electronics are a "must have", I have very different opinions on it then most. I believe that, some students do over use the abliites that technology provides. I also believe that in some cases, technology is all that some students connect through.

Some of my first memories usually involve school in some way. School is a huge part of my life. Growing up in my family, I was always pushed to try really hard in school. That was never a problem because I had an internal driving force pushing me to try harder than expected of me. As I grew older, I was expected to preform well in order to get into college. However, this was a new thing asked of someone in my family. Neither one of my parents went to college, my sister and one of my older brothers didn’t get to finish high school, and my other older brother got into college but ended up not attending. When I ended up getting accepted into Columbus State for post secondary, it was a big deal to everyone in my family.

When I was seven years old my mom use to paint people's houses, fences and everything you name it. I used to go with my mom whenever she had to go to someones house and paint my mom did this for extra money in the pocket. One time when I went with my mom to this guy’s house to paint his fence in the area. While my mom was painting I would hang out in the house with the guy and his wife. When my mom was done, I went into the car, then I had saw the guys dog. I asked the guy if I could pet the dog while they were talking and the guy said I could. I then stepped on the dogs foot when I was petting it. Next thing I know I have the dog’s teeth in my cheek and feel my mom pull me away and see the guy pull his dog away. I was bleeding all the way

I found this narrative interesting because I can relate to the speaker. We were both raised in religious families and read the Bible when we were young. The speaker talked about how reading the King James Version of the Bible helped her to better understand Shakespeare, which is something I strongly believe is true. Listening to her talk about sitting on her couch reading the Bible before she was even in school made me nostalgic of my own childhood. My mom has always been an avid reader who pushed me to read books when I was young. My mom entered me in a summer reading program at our public library every summer; this is one other thing I found that I have in common with the speaker, whose parents encouraged reading. I loved reading when I was

I walked in to the cold, gray room looking from wall to wall seeing daunting medical instruments waiting to be used, and I glance over to my left hearing a whisper saying that everything is alright. On Monday, February 22, 2011, I entered the hospital as a panicked ten year old girl waiting to have Dr. Geissler remove the tumor out of my upper left arm. My mother and father were waiting in the lounge praying to God that everything will be alright, and that the tumor was benign not malignant. My two older sisters were at school trying to hold back their tears when saying their intention today was to pray that my surgery will run smoothly. I tried not to think about what was approaching rather to remember last night when my family celebrated

One summer day a little girl got a pair of sunglasses and when she put it on and it started to rain on her, just her. When she moved the rain followed her. When she took it off it didn’t rain anymore. She tried to do normal stuff like eat ice cream, go to a birthday party and, have fun. Everytime she put her sunglass on it would destroy. Later that day after every time she put her sunglass on it started a storm. Everyone was running away for her but, finally she took them off for good. As the little girl walked she saw a bigger girl than her with a empty pool, sitting and doing nothing. The little girl went over to her and she put her sunglass on and the big girl’s pool started to fill up. She thanked the girl with the sunglass and jumped

On February 24, 2016, to my surprise, I woke up earlier than usual. While lying in bed, I decided to drive down to the American River to watch the sunrise and take a walk to explore the rising of wildlife. I arrived at the trailhead, along the levee, at 6:00AM. At this hour it was pretty chilly so I came prepared with warm clothes. Experiencing the river in first person gave me a better look on the evolving world of wildlife and its natural beauty that can only be beneficial to you and whomever you decide to go with. You get the opportunity to imagine and see the nature grow into something a lot more enticing and mind boggling than at first glance due to the atmosphere that surrounds the environment.

I had both a family member, my dad, and a peer review my paper and provide feedback. My dad had corrected a few grammatical errors and had suggested that I structure my paper differently. Reading over my paper, I realized that in between my introduction and conclusion paragraphs I could have switched to make it flow and read easier. He also mentioned that my connections about schizophrenia and the brain made sense to him and that he liked how I used and explained my sources. After reading his advice, I am going to find a different way to transition my paragraphs to make them read easier and then I will fix the grammatical errors. I will also try to seek out more sources to add to my paper.

One of the low points that occurred in my life was losing my settlement money and the way that negatively impacted my life going forwards. In 1998, my two sisters, Yvonne and Annette, and I won a four million dollar tax-free settlement from the Ontario government for taking us from our family and turning us into a tourist attraction. Already, this was an unfair deal as we were a $500 million asset to the province, but nonetheless, we accepted the deal and we were happy. However, this happiness was short-lived. About two months after winning the settlement, my 55-year-old son, Bertrand Langlois, bought a $195,000 duplex in the Hochelaga-Maisonneuve district of Quebec with the settlement money under both our names and we lived together in this

The loud sound of the fire from grill exploding sounded as loud as a music concert. I tried to run but my legs were frozen. Instead, I turned my back and shut my eyes as tight as possible. Fear materialized before me. This was my first real experience of fear. I've always seen fear in movies and TV shows but never actually felt it. It felt like a mysteries hand crushing your heart. You soon break out into a sweat. Your body turns solid and freezes in pure terror. The more you think about it, the more scared you get. It is a feeling of pure discontentment. I kept closing my eyes hoping that it was a nightmare and open my eyes and it would not be true. It was unbelievable, a shocking nightmare. What did I do wrong? What went wrong? What if I had been physically hurt? I kept asking myself a million questions in a matter of seconds. This was unreal.

From 1999 to early 2004, my life in Guamuchil, Sinaloa, was a routine one. I was born to two hard working parents, constantly surrounded by family as most of us lived within short walking distance of each other. This routine life, however, was turned upside down when my dad was laid off from his job. After years of financially struggling and contemplating our family’s future, my dad’s job loss was the push that finally motivated my parents to relocate us in hopes of a better life. Being a five-year old, I didn’t completely understand what our move meant until I found myself in a strange country with an equally strange language. Once I began school, my constant frustration was not being able to communicate with the other children. Making friends

that I would have to go back to school and I was not ready. However, I did spend those days wisely, making sure that I did something productive and I would say that I

I wake up to my alarm clock going off for the third time, I’ve hit snooze twice already, so I tell myself only one more time then you have to get up. After another five minutes, my alarm goes off again. I begin my usual morning routine before work, I get in the shower, then I get dressed, brush my hair and teeth. It’s already 6:40 and I need to be at work by 7:15. I quickly get in my car and head to the interstate so I can make it to work on time.