Personal Narrative Analysis

This last summer the Foreign Language Club traveled to Costa Rica, a Spanish speaking country; this was a transforming experience for me because I learned many more things than just Spanish. It was the first time traveling without my parents and that was a little bit scary. I just turned 18 at the time.

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

In the year 2002, I transfer from Italy to the United State of American to achieve a better future for myself. What motivated me to go live in a totally different world was the great opportunity to reach my goals and become a better person. My dad was already living in American and I went on and lived with him. The first couple of month was very difficult for me to implement myself into the American culture. I was missing my entire family and I almost made an airline ticket to return to Italy. The motivation that I had was to do well for myself and I decided to stay and try seeing gradually how it will eventually go. One of the first challenges was learning the language. It was extremely complex for me because the Italian language is completely

My first word was leche, but now, 21 years later, I am only fluent in English. Since I was little, I have dreamed of one day being able to speak Spanish fluently. I have taken years of Spanish classes, learning grammar and perfecting verb tenses, but I am now ready to sharpen my communication skills. By receiving a scholarship and having the opportunity to travel and live in Buenos Aires, Argentina, I will accomplish my dream of learning Spanish, become more educated as a global citizen by experiencing the culture of the area, and will hopefully one day be a better physician by being bilingual.

I am a proud San Francisco native, whose parents come from Mexico and Guatemala. Due to housing opportunities, my family moved from San Francisco to the Peninsula, where we eventually rented a house in South San Francisco. South San Francisco is what I consider to be home and my community. I grew up in a Mexican, single-parent household with my mother and brother. Alongside my mother, I witnessed and experienced at an early age sexism, racism, and poverty. My mother was discriminated against the majority of her life not only because she was a woman, but a Mexican woman at that. Many times, she was unable to get a decent, living-wage job and had to repeatedly settle for low-paying jobs as a house-cleaner, babysitter, and even selling water filters door-to-door. I remember playing with the newest toys only when my mom

I found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.

I think today went really well! I had the same patient as last week so I think that after last week and not knowing what to expect today I was much more confident and comfortable with the process. I was way more comfortable with giving the medications and how to document on her MAR. One positive learning experience from today was in the post discussion I learned a lot about different types of laxatives and how they differ. Additionally, I learned why a lot of geriatrics are put on a laxatives.

As I read this passage, the information provided was clearly stated. However, as I continued to read, it became confusing. I did not go back and reread the last several sentences. I was able to use my sustained attention to recall the information that was just read, which is an executive functioning process. But, I did note that the ants left a chemical trail, which they would use to find their way back home. The following sentence stated they did not have noses to use for smelling. Immediately, I had red flags go up that something was incorrect. These ants needed to have a way to follow the trail they left behind. In this case, I was using my working memory. I was recalling what I had read and applying what I know to the information

It was a bad start to what would be a year of lowest lows and highest highs. A year in which my strength, courage, and most of all faith would be took to its limits. The year started with the biggest failure of my life, the end of my first marriage. It came sudden and harsh. When I started that relationship I only had two absolutes, don’t hit me and don’t cheat on me, and since I’m not in jail he did not hit me so you can fill in the blank. With this start to the year I thought will it just had to get better because there was no way it could get any worse… man was I wrong. Just two days after kicking out my cheating ex-husband I found out I was pregnant with baby number two. Now I have nothing against children, but I had a nine-month old little girl and a failed marriage, a new baby was not what I needed. I prayed the test was wrong, asked God to let the test me wrong, it wasn’t. So there I was, stressed to the max and not real sure what I was going to do. Abortion was not an option and I knew I never

A long white and cold road trip. It was about 5 years back. My family and I were heading to Wyoming for spring break. Worst. Mistake. Ever.

Both my biological parents as well as my step parents are educators, so it is no surprise that the expectation of college is one that I have carried since the day I was born. Learning everyday was essential in both of my households, and throughout preschool and elementary school I was met with flashcards, workbooks, and encyclopedias encompassing every core subject. Yet somehow I always found time in the day to draw.

When I first began to speak I learned spanish mainly at home from my family and later on learned english at school as time progressed. My parents were born and raised in Mexico City as well as their siblings. Up until the age of 15 they lived in Mexico and later on moved to California to begin a new life. My family and I love to be able to keep in touch to our roots so every year we visit Mexico City and spend time with family. Being bilingual has definitely given me many opportunities that I am grateful for, but I would like to expand my knowledge even further in other languages as well. Learning French or Italian has always been a passion of mine because I would like to study as an exchange student in a different country and learn about their

analytics and it poses the risk of “multiple versions of the truth” which is inconsistent (Davenport 29). Finance is a highly regulated industry, and the legal liability of data getting into the wrong hands is a potential risk that prevents the increased sharing of information required to succeed. Each team is only given access to crucial data, and much of it is hidden to other departments. SEI only collects minimal information on its clients, required by regulators to restrict terrorists and money launderers. Investors are also weary of providing details, afraid of their data being sold to a third party or stolen by hackers. The best approach for SEI to develop an enterprise-wide vision is to outsource the creation of tools to an analytics

The past two years have been kind of a roller coaster for me. I was in a really good relationship with God, so much that if I were to stray off my path even a little bit, he would find a way to get me back on it. Whether that be a message from my pastor, something a friend says, or something I see. In April of 2017, one of my best friends past away. I trusted that God had a plan and that this is how my friend's plan was meant to be. I just didn't know how to move on from it. In the following couple months I fell short of Christ. I began to stop doing my day to day actions that defined me as a Christian. I began going through things that never would have happened if I were a strong Christian like before. God then began working in my life and

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.