Personal Narrative Analysis

I started this series when I was in fifth grade and continued to read it as the series continued to come out. From this book I learned some life lessons and tips about school. The biggest this that I learned from this book series is that everybody is different and you should not judge people on how they look and whom they are friends with. Most importantly that bullying is not okay. I believe that the main reason I became so interested in the novel is because it was relatable with the family and older bother. Once middle school came along I lost interest in the series and started to read larger and higher level

From the moment I was able to tie my shoes and button my jacket, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. While all my classmates at the La Petite Academy made macaroni trees and smiley faces, I drew myself with a stethoscope curing a poor man with the cold. Every year in elementary school, we had career day. Never straying from my love to helping others I wanted to be a surgeon one year, to a dentist the next, and even an obstetrician, I changed my mind quickly once I found out what they did. Looking back on my childhood, I always had a connection with animals and always loved being around them. Early mornings I would open our nearly frozen-shut windows listening to the birds calling. Beside from the squawking of the crows, I heard a soft, pleasant yet curious bird call. It stuck out to me

"How did I get here?" I thought, as the cold, hard steel of the policeman's handcuffs latched on the sensitive skin of both my wrists. Despite the staggering amount of drugs that were raging through what remained of my emaciated body, my mind somehow began to salvage some form of what could be considered clarity. As I slowly began to comprehend what was happening, the policeman started to guide me down the stairs of my home with caution. And that was when I cast my unsteady gaze over my shoulder, only to behold the absolute indignation, repulsion, and total disappointment that dominated my mother's face. Yes, I knew how I had inevitably arrived at this moment in my life. I was being arrested because I was a thieving heroin addict, I was

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.

During my pregnancy, I envisioned what it might be like to be a mother; I imagined that I would have a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, similar to myself as a child. I imagined someone calling me “mom”, watching them take their first steps and letting them have chocolate cake for breakfast. I expected that we would be able to relate to each other, I would teach her (or him) things, and we would evolve into friends as my parents and I have. My beautiful son Aries Jayden was born in Edmonton, Alberta at the Royal Alexandra Hospital, on September 18th 2003 at 1:29 am by emergency caesarean. Aries did not cry as most babies do when they first come in to the world. The doctor realized that something was different about Aries the moment

It was Thursday, April 23, 2015 and I was skipping school today. It was bringing your child to work day! I was going to my mother’s work, but I still woke up like usual because she worked at an elementary school. When I woke up I was so excited. It was my first time going to bring your child to work day. After that I eat breakfast, brushed my teeth, dressed up and pop into my mother’s car. As I was in the car sitting in the back, I started talking and said, “I am so excited for today and nervous.”

I understand the reasons why I was not admitted; There are others with better scores, higher grades, finer essays, but I believe the circumstances that I had to endure through the past four years were not adequately expressed in my application. Having a terminally ill parent meant I was never able to be just a student. Homework started when visiting hours ended. While everyone was able to focus on their school work, sports or social lives, I spent my summers being a caretaker for my mom. I never thought that after 12 years of sickness everything would end; I had that gut feeling, but I always hoped it was wrong. I hoped that after all the pain, tears and heartbreak that my family faced over and over again that we would be able to have that

Hope your weekend was great. Mine on the other hand, well lets just say... I most defiantly learned a few lessons and of coarse, the hard way.

Throughout my eighteen years of life, I have experienced over ten moves, leaving behind close friends everytime, received schooling from twelve different schools, branded the “new kid” title felt shameful like Hester Prynne’s scarlet letter, and even was forced to live in a different country all while facing the already difficult years of high school, especially halfway through. However, throughout those eighteen years, I learned how to be adaptable and I know how important people are to me, I got to meet some of the most influential and inspiring people throughout every move and got to learn and travel the world to over ten countries, all before I was twenty. It is a crazy life, but identifying as a proud military brat is the only life I know. It is an identification that teaches numerous life lessons that you cannot just read about, makes a person stronger and provides one of the greatest service

My family have always told and pushed me to do the best that I can to succeed in life .Growing up I was told that my life would be better going by to college and with employers today wanting people who have received there diploma in their area, so it would be crazy to not have one. I’ve known that having a college experience would be the best for a long time, the problem was I didn’t know what I was going to study. Thinking about my future I knew that I had to go and get my diploma so that I could live a good life and be the first in my family to go to college and graduate.

I remember it was back on my first day of freshman year. At the time I was very young, immature and perhaps a bit cocky in what I expected from myself in high school. I was very shy being homeschooled up to that point, and I really was quite unprepared for this and even though I knew it deep down, I was determine to not let it show. I was going to be the greatest student that Skyview Academy had ever seen. I remember opening the door of locker number 755. It was my first time using such a locker that wasn’t installed in the changing room of some rec center and it was actually quite exciting to have one of my own to use for whatever I wanted. Being in such a building at that point was daunting on its own. Since I had been homeschooled my whole

When it was my time to help other people and their families it was such a great experience because I never knew how felt if the hurricane and how would they feel if they didn’t have a home to go to. When I met this one lady she was crying because only she could think about is her home and if she will be able to have a home to go back too after all this over. But everybody knew they wasn’t destroyed. It’s sad how all these families had to travel to Augusta just because it was a hurricane. It’s also bad because these kids had to travel because they didn’t know why where they staying in our gym. Even though they didn’t bring anything, we made sure they had everything they needed and also made sure they were comfortable. When they got there we

I have an addiction to winning. Victory means out playing my opponent with my fighting skills. Victory means satisfaction. I have won thousands of matches in Super Smash Brothers, and I have learned the ins and outs of the game: when to edgeguard and when to punish my opponent’s mistakes. However, I was not always a talented Smash player like I am today . I started out like any beginner, and refined my skills by competing in tournaments and learning from those who were more experienced than me in the game.

At the young undeveloped age of 17 I decided to be independent. However at the age of 17 I also learned that I wasn't ready to be independent. Being still in high school, and not meeting eye to eye with my family created a sense of direction that I believed I could attain. What most people don't do until college or even after college, I had done. I managed to move out in a impulsive manner. Statistically, most people move out between the ages of 18-25, I convinced myself that one year wouldn't make a real difference, it was only a year, or so I imagined.

Two men in dark grey suits shaking hands, the white flowers and smiles reflecting off the orange church in the background. For the more slender of the two, it is the best day of his life. For the other, it is the big day for his son. The handshake in the place of a hug shows the respect between the two men: respect between father and son, and the respect between two leaders. The broader, and the older of the two is seeing his son as an equal. The smile on both of their faces shows the joy. Their shoulders are squared, like the leaders they are, and the leaders they will become.