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.

Walking into the school, it was cold and did not have a very comforting feeling, there was white and red everywhere, seeing as those are the school colors. I remember the directions I was told the day before about where to sit in the morning and how to get to first period, immediately after walking in to gym, which was hot and smelled of sweat, and students were walking around everywhere. I was so overwhelmed and immediately forgot what I was supposed to do. I found the nearest friendly teacher and explained that I was new and had no idea what I was supposed to do, they told me what section the sixth graders sat in and to look on the edge of rows for my homeroom teachers name and sit and wait for announcements. The bleachers looked rather disgusting with gum crammed on the underside of the bleacher. I followed instructions and awkwardly sat there while students around me did not even notice my presence, and the few who did not say anything. I just sat there and watched everyone, students milling around and conversing like a colony of ants, you could tell who the leaders were, the workers, the people who tried to be the best, and most importantly the smart

Imagine having the christmas spirit Then breaking a bone! I broke my arm two years ago two weeks from christmas.

Throughout my entire elementary career, I was home schooled by my mother. My siblings were also home schooled, so she always gave us books to read and the four of us would race to see who could finish them at the fastest speed. We were typically assigned the same books, and since my siblings are an age range of four to eight years older than me, I was reading above my level for my age. When I transferred to public school in middle school, I had become very advanced with the reading skill. My English classes seemed too easy for me, so I have had straight A’s in English ever since I’ve gone to public school.

I’ve been called a perfectionist, a procrastinator, a control freak, scatterbrained, a worrywart, and a stress case, not without good reason. I’ve had anxiety issues since I was little, but the growing pressure from middle school to high school really brought out the stress big-time. Throughout elementary school, I received good grades but I acted shy and distracted. I spent lots of time with my nose buried in a book- at home, while shopping, in the car, at other people’s houses, even while crossing the street (which I do not recommend). Fiction, specifically fantasy, was my favorite escape. I’d spend hours attending Hogwarts, discovering Narnia, fighting in the Hunger Games, exploring Fablehaven, and taking on Greek mythological monsters. It was just so much easier and more fun to deal with fictional problems than face reality.

I still remember how nervous I was the first day I started English classes in the United States. When I came in the school I was concern about my understanding English language. Since I do not know the language I couldn’t ask the questions, let alone answer questions that anyone could ever ask me. Because I wasn’t understand anything, I’m didn’t realize what was happen around me. Of course, I was nervous also, because it were many people around me. Usually it’s hard to meet new people. But there were still people from other countries and cultures. So, it’s not just hard to meet with them it was a big challenge for me. Furthermore, I was afraid that teachers are very picky at the school. It bothers me, because I wasn’t sure if I can be a success.

Elaborate on an issue of personal, local, national, or global concern that is of significant importance to you.

It has been a while since I have been truly embarrassed in public. I vaguely remember walking straight into a wall of glass, which obviously hurt a lot. The embarrassing part was not the action itself; it was the looks I received from a group of teenagers standing further down the hall. I felt incredibly stupid for walking into a wall and my face hurt so badly, the last thing I ever wanted was hysteric laughter and fingers pointing at me.

One of the biggest decisions I had to make while transcribing was how much detail to include. A more detailed transcription would relay how I pronounce the words and sounds, but that may differ due to my accent. I decided to use Standard English pronunciation to avoid any problems with this. When it came to transcribing the numbers (1992 and 6am) I decided to transcribe them as they’re said; as opposed to leaving them in their numerical form. This meant slightly more time and effort was involved but I thought it better to be safe rather than sorry. The trickiest part was having to get each letter from the phonetic alphabet onto this word document. Having a keyboard that lacks the many symbols and marks used meant that it took a lot longer to

I traveled for the next few days alone. It was a struggle to find a source of food everyday. I was running low on energy and feeling dehydrated. It was getting to the point where walking through the sand was a struggle. I have gone without food for the last few days because of exhaustion, but I tried to keep moving. I could feel my body reaching its limits. I had gone too long without food, and the water I had was not quenching my thirst. A short time later, while trudging through the sand, I tripped. I laid there not having the strength to lift my body weight. I could barely fathom how death was so close. I didn’t want to accept it, but I had no fight left in me, no strength. My vision started to go in and out, and I slowly surrendered to

I was born twenty-eight years old. Ever since I was little I had to take care of others, make my own meals, do my own laundry, worry about how I was doing in school, and take care of myself, although I didn’t have much time for the last one. I was born an adult.

Many people ask me if the experience affected me in a negative way, I immediately said yes. Other people asked me if I would change this experience at all, I said no. This made me a stronger, wiser, more hardworking, more motivated, and a more independent person. I learned to never turn my back because people would stab it right away. I learned to keep my head up and strive to be a better person every single day. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyways”. That is exactly what I did.

My heart raced with fear and nervous anticipation as I drove to the top of Thunderbird Mountain in the rear of a random stranger’s pickup truck. My gut told me I should go home before any of this happened, but I was tired of always being stuck in my house when my friends were always going out. My mother had complete trust in me, and I knew I would not have any problems getting permission to hang out with my best friend. To both my mom and I, this would be a normal night; I would sleep over at my best friend’s house, probably watch something on Netflix, and gossip all night. However, my best friend had something else planned for the night that I was not aware of.

My mother Leslie is the only female out of her siblings and as a result, often is perceived as having less credibility than her brothers. Most of the time, her feelings are ignored when family decisions take place. My mom expresses her emotions openly, which is perceived as weak and illogical to her brothers, who all possess more masculine and strong-willed qualities. My Uncle Mark and Uncle David for example, are in charge of my grandparent’s financials while my Uncle Stephen oversees any decisions regarding my grandparent’s health. Even though my mother has no issue being involved in these decisions, she was not even considered for either roles.